"Lin Chang." Feng Weimin stared coldly at Lin Chang. "All our collaborations are canceled! From now on, there will be no further dealings between the Lin family and the Feng family."
Lin Chang's face turned pale.
These collaborations, recently signed between Starlight Group and Feng Corporation, were meant to propel Starlight Group's growth to new heights.
Now, canceled.
This meant losing a golden opportunity for advancement.
Moreover, with the marriage called off, Feng Corporation would never become an asset of the Lin family.
First, it was Shen Corporation, and now Feng Corporation—both ruined because of Lin Li's own mistakes, shattering his carefully laid plans.
A surge of unprecedented resentment toward Lin Li rose in Lin Chang's heart.
"Yaya, let's go."
Feng Weimin took Feng Yaya's hand and prepared to leave.
Before departing, Feng Yaya glanced at Lin Xuan several times.
She was determined to investigate whether this Lin Xuan was the boy who had often comforted her in her childhood.
Lin Chang took several deep breaths to steady himself.
Picking up the microphone, he announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, my sincerest apologies. Due to unforeseen circumstances, today's wedding is canceled. Please exit in an orderly manner."
The host adjusted his thick wig.
Though the wedding had descended into chaos, he couldn't deny that the drama had been deliciously entertaining.
No regrets here.
Su Hua also rose from her seat. As she passed Lin Xuan, her crimson lips curled into a teasing smirk.
"Master Lin, I’ll be taking my leave now. Remember—you owe your girlfriend an explanation about Feng Yaya."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Ah—his kidneys!
Wasn’t this just an undeserved disaster?
As the guests filed out, Lin Xuan remained seated, unmoving.
Lin Qingwan had just landed when she received Lin Qingyan’s frantic messages about Lin Li’s situation and rushed to the scene.
She spotted Su Hua getting into a car.
Frowning, she thought, Isn’t that the woman who’s been keeping Xuan? Why is she here?
But she didn’t dwell on it. Worried about Lin Li, she hurried into the hotel lobby.
Lin Li’s icy glare was fixed on Lin Xuan.
"Lin Xuan, was this your doing?"
"Did you orchestrate all of this?"
Lin Xuan chuckled leisurely as he stood up. At the same time, he ordered his subordinates to shut off all surveillance in the lobby—just in case Lin Li tried to pin some privacy or defamation charge on him.
[Master Lin, the surveillance has been disabled as you requested.] Lin Xuan’s subordinate reported.
[Good.]
Putting away his phone, Lin Xuan smiled and admitted without hesitation, "Yes, it was me."
Lin Qingwan, who had just entered, froze upon hearing his words.
Lin Qingyan and Lin Qingxiu had always looked up to their eldest sister, Lin Qingwan, as their pillar of support.
Faced with this situation, they were at a loss.
Spotting Lin Qingwan, they rushed to her side.
"Big sister," they called out anxiously, "What should we do now?"
Both Lin Xuan and Lin Li were their brothers—flesh and blood. They didn’t know whose side to take.
While Lin Xuan had only exposed the truth, it would severely damage Lin Li’s reputation and his marriage prospects.
Yet, on second thought, given how they had treated Lin Xuan before, it was only natural for him to retaliate against the Lin family.
"I don’t know either," Lin Qingwan murmured, her lips pressed tightly together.
Her mind was a jumbled mess.
She had no solution to this crisis. All she could do was watch helplessly as Lin Xuan targeted Lin Li and the rest of the family.
Just like at Lin Li’s birthday banquet, she had been powerless against Lin Xuan then too.
"Last time, after I beat Lin Li up and discovered he’d been castrated, I made sure to take photos and videos," Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
At the mention of the footage, Lin Li clenched his fists. "Lin Xuan, how do you still have those?!"
He had sent people to steal Lin Xuan’s phone and destroy all the evidence.
How could Lin Xuan still possess them?
"Lin Li, did you really think I wouldn’t anticipate you going after my phone?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "I know you too well. I prepared a decoy phone just for you to steal."
"I wanted you to let your guard down so I could give you a proper surprise at the banquet."
Lin Xuan grinned. "After all, I wanted to gift you something memorable for your birthday. And here it is."
"Lin Xuan!"
"How dare you scheme against me like this?!"
Lin Li’s face twisted with fury. He pointed accusingly at Lin Xuan, his usual gentle, brotherly facade crumbling before the Lin family.
His expression was so contorted it looked like he wanted to devour Lin Xuan whole.
The three Lin sisters stared at Lin Li in shock.
"Lin Xuan," Lin Li sneered, "Don’t think exposing me as a eunuch will get you back into the Lin family. It’s never happening."
"None of them will ever accept you again. To them, I’m the only son that matters!"
"Lin Li," Lin Xuan retorted mockingly, "Are you sure you want your dear parents and sisters to see this side of you?"
His words snapped Lin Li back to reality.
His face stiffened as he slowly turned to see the stunned expressions of his family.
No.
He couldn’t let them see his true nature.
He couldn’t afford to lose their favor.
Lin Li dropped to his knees, clutching his head as tears streamed down his face.
Jiang Shuqin couldn’t bear it and rushed to his side.
"Li, are you alright?" she asked worriedly.
"Mom," Lin Li looked up, his voice choked with sobs, "Did I seem terrifying just now?"
Jiang Shuqin hesitated.
Her son’s outburst had indeed been unsettling, reminiscent of the villains in the dramas she watched.
Even she had been frightened.
"I’m sorry, Mom. I couldn’t control myself. I really couldn’t," Lin Li said, pounding his fists against his head.
"Ever since I was... mutilated, I’ve been in agony. I’ve had to hide it, terrified of people’s pity, terrified that you, Dad, and my sisters would reject me if you knew."
"I thought I could keep it hidden forever. But then my brother exposed me to the entire nation. How am I supposed to live with this shame?"
"That’s why I lost control."
Lin Qingwan, Lin Qingyan, and Lin Qingxiu couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.
It was true—being rendered a eunuch was a devastating blow. And now, with the whole country knowing, it was no wonder Lin Li had snapped.
"Brother." Lin Li raised his bloodshot eyes to meet Lin Xuan's gaze. "Why are you doing this to me? We've been brothers for over a decade. No matter how much you resent me, wasn't exposing that video of me and Qin Ruoyao at my birthday banquet enough to satisfy your anger?"
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
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?"
