With the sound of "bang bang bang" gunfire, many of the people shielding Zhao Long fell to the ground.
"Boss, we need to get out of here," one of Zhao Long's subordinates urged. "Most of our men are unconscious. We don’t have the strength to fight back against them. It’s too dangerous—we should leave now."
"No."
Zhao Long's gaze darkened as he stared ahead.
"Today, Lin Xuan must die!"
Only if Lin Xuan died could "Ling" return to his side—his most formidable assassin. Only then could the name "Ling" once again strike fear across the international underworld.
Zhao Long's hand suddenly produced a crossbow from nowhere.
This crossbow could fire four arrows in rapid succession.
With a flick of his fingers, the arrows shot through the air, swift and unstoppable.
Lin Xuan moved to dodge.
Su Hua's heart clenched.
"Ah Xuan, watch out!"
She rushed forward and pushed Lin Xuan aside.
An arrow grazed her waist, leaving a bloody gash.
Jiang Qing, witnessing this, was baffled. "???"
At a time like this, CEO Su was still playing the martyr?
She could have dodged safely—why deliberately get herself hurt?
"Lin Xuan," Zhao Long sneered, "those arrows are coated with my signature poison. Without the antidote, death comes in three days."
"Lin Xuan, isn’t she the one you care about most? Then make Ling return to me. Otherwise, you’ll have to watch her die!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Think it over, then come find me."
With that, Zhao Long pressed a hidden mechanism. An opening appeared behind him, and he leaped into it with his closest men, vanishing from sight.
Lin Xuan had no time to worry about Zhao Long’s escape—even if he fired, he couldn’t stop him now.
Instead, he steadied Su Hua, quickly checking her pulse.
His eyes trembled violently.
The poison was a lethal blend of seven deadly toxins, meticulously brewed under precise conditions.
Just as Zhao Long had said—without the antidote, death would come in three days.
Lin Xuan knew the cure, but it required seven days to prepare. There was no time.
Would he have to watch Hua Bao die—or hand her over to the Shadow Organization?
Wang Ba scratched his head. "Well, the Golden Dragon Gang’s been paid, and the job’s done. We’ll be on our way now. Young Master Lin, if you ever need us again, don’t hesitate to call."
His eyes kept drifting toward Su Hua.
No denying it—CEO Su was stunning. Wealthy, beautiful.
But was she really in danger?
She was their gang’s golden goose. They couldn’t afford to lose her.
Then again, Lin Xuan’s medical skills were legendary. Surely he could save her.
Reassured, Wang Ba led the Golden Dragon Gang away in a grand procession.
Soon, he doubled back.
"Almost forgot something important," he muttered to himself.
"Listen up, all Golden Dragon Gang members!" Wang Ba barked. "Search every corner of the Shadow Organization’s hideout. Take anything valuable—leave nothing behind!"
Jiang Qing watched as the gang members eagerly looted the Shadow Organization’s treasures, her lips twitching.
No wonder they were under Young Master Lin’s command.
Their shamelessness matched his perfectly.
"Hua Bao." Lin Xuan held Su Hua close, letting her lean against him. His voice was soft, almost to himself. "Don’t worry. I’ll save you. You won’t die, and you won’t have to return to Zhao Long as an assassin."
Hua Bao would be fine!
The poison was fast-acting. Soon, Su Hua’s body grew weak, her once-vibrant lips now pale.
Hearing Lin Xuan’s words, a faint light flickered in her eyes.
So… Ah Xuan didn’t hate her for being an assassin?
Before coming here, she’d been terrified he’d think her cruel.
"Ah Xuan."
She weakly grasped his hand. "Don’t run away. Stay with me, okay?"
"Of course, of course. I’ll stay by your side, Hua Bao. I won’t leave."
Lin Xuan lifted her into his arms and boarded the plane back to Night Garden.
Su Hua fell unconscious.
Lin Xuan checked her pulse—just asleep, for now. He exhaled in relief.
"Young Master Lin, do you have a way to cure CEO Su?" Jiang Qing asked anxiously.
"No," Lin Xuan admitted grimly.
Jiang Qing deflated.
Her fists clenched.
"If we can’t find the antidote, CEO Su will die. Must she really go back to the Shadow Organization? That place devours people whole." She murmured to herself.
Her face twisted in anguish—but inwardly, she gave herself a silent pat on the back.
I never expected her acting skills to be this good.
"No."
Lin Xuan pressed his lips together. "No matter what, I won’t let anything happen to Hua Bao."
After returning to Night Garden,
Lin Xuan divided his time between caring for Su Hua and retreating into his research space, working tirelessly day and night to develop an antidote for her.
Over the past three days, he hadn’t shaved, bathed, or changed his clothes, letting his appearance become unkempt.
He wandered around in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.
Gazing at the woman on the bed, her entire body shrouded in an aura of death, he forced himself to continue administering acupuncture to Su Hua.
He needed to perform the acupuncture and administer medicine for seven consecutive days for her condition to recover.
But.
Even though he knew how to treat her, it was useless.
Because after being poisoned, Su Hua only had three days left.
"Hua Bao."
Lin Xuan held Su Hua’s icy hand. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone after the Mourning Syndicate on my own."
If he hadn’t sought them out, Hua Bao wouldn’t have followed, wouldn’t have gotten hurt, wouldn’t have been poisoned.
"Ah Xuan."
Su Hua weakly opened her eyes. "Don’t run away anymore, okay?"
"I won’t, I won’t. Hua Bao, I’ll never run away again in this lifetime," Lin Xuan rasped, his voice hoarse with emotion.
A faint glimmer flashed through Su Hua’s eyes.
Ah Xuan was being so obedient now…
"And, Ah Xuan, don’t put yourself in danger anymore," Su Hua added.
"Alright, alright. I’ll listen to whatever Hua Bao says."
At this point, he would agree to anything she asked.
Su Hua’s lashes fluttered as she watched Lin Xuan’s worried, fearful expression. She wanted so badly to tell him the truth.
But she couldn’t.
She needed Ah Xuan to worry, to be afraid—otherwise, he wouldn’t learn his lesson. Next time, he’d just throw himself into danger again.
"Ah Xuan." Su Hua’s cold fingers traced Lin Xuan’s brows, his nose, his lips, before finally resting on his cheek.
"I love you. So much… so, so much…"
After speaking, Su Hua, weakened beyond endurance, slipped back into unconsciousness.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"