"Lin Xuan, be careful!" Xiao Li's heart skipped a beat as she saw Wang Fu's movement.
Lin Xuan casually glanced at Wang Fu's action, then raised his foot and effortlessly kicked the knife out of Wang Fu's hand.
Without missing a beat, he followed up with another kick, sending Wang Fu sprawling to the ground, his foot pressing down on the man's chest, pinning him in place.
Wang Fu glared at Lin Xuan with pure hatred in his eyes.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Didn’t expect you to be such a tough nut."
"Honestly, even though I crushed it earlier, a hospital could’ve fixed it. But now? Doesn’t look like you’ll need that anymore."
A wicked grin curled on Lin Xuan’s lips.
"Someone, pick that knife up for me," Lin Xuan ordered.
"I’ll do it! I’ll get it!" Jiang Yutong’s voice brimmed with excitement.
She retrieved the knife and handed it to Lin Xuan, who twirled it deftly in his hand.
"Didn’t think you’d bring a knife. Saves me the trouble of finding one myself."
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile that sent a chill down Wang Fu’s spine.
Under the hotel room’s lighting, the blade gleamed coldly.
Wang Fu had mustered all his courage to retaliate against Lin Xuan earlier.
But after that kick, his bravado had vanished without a trace.
Now, his teeth chattered uncontrollably. "W-what do you want? You can’t kill me!"
"Relax, I’m not killing you," Lin Xuan said, smirking. "But since I crushed it earlier, it must hurt like hell, right? Thought I’d help you out."
"How about we make it permanent and just cut it off?"
The two security guards: "…"
Holy shit.
Where the hell did this demon come from?
This guy’s ruthless!
"N-no! You can’t do this to me!" Terror flooded Wang Fu’s eyes.
Lin Xuan chuckled. "Sorry, but I don’t take back my words."
"No, no—"
Wang Fu tried to drag his battered body backward, but Lin Xuan stomped on his chest again, immobilizing him.
"Let’s see how it feels to be a eunuch, just like Lin Li."
With precision, Lin Xuan drove the knife straight through Wang Fu’s pants, piercing his flesh.
"AAAAAHHH—!"
Wang Fu’s agonized scream echoed through the private room.
The two security guards couldn’t bear to watch. Even though they weren’t the ones suffering, the sight of Wang Fu’s torment made their own groins ache in sympathy.
Too brutal.
They shuddered inwardly.
Wang Fu’s vision went black as he stared at the blade embedded in his lower half, and he passed out.
Lin Xuan smirked.
Passing out was too easy. He’d much prefer Wang Fu to stay awake and endure every second.
With a quick jab to a pressure point, Lin Xuan jolted Wang Fu back to consciousness.
The moment he woke, an unbearable wave of pain surged through his body.
Lin Xuan slowly, deliberately, dragged the knife downward.
"AAAAH! IT’S—IT’S GONE!"
Completely severed.
Veins bulged along Wang Fu’s neck and hands, his entire body contorted in excruciating agony.
Xiao Li’s admiration for Lin Xuan only grew.
As expected of her idol—swift, precise, merciless.
Ahhh!
Lin Xuan is just so unbelievably cool!
Just as Lin Xuan was about to pull the knife out, the police burst in.
"We got a report that Lin Xuan was being assaulted?"
They stood at the entrance, unable to see the scene inside yet.
"Who called it in?" an officer asked.
"I did," Sister Wang said meekly. "But, uh… I miscalculated. Lin Xuan wasn’t the one getting beaten."
The one suffering was Wang Fu.
The officers frowned.
Miscalculated? What did that mean?
Hearing the police, Wang Fu’s eyes lit up with hope.
He was saved. Finally, he was saved!
Once they saw what Lin Xuan had done to him, they’d arrest the bastard for sure.
"H-help me…" Wang Fu rasped weakly.
The two officers rushed over—only to freeze at the sight of Wang Fu lying on the ground, his face swollen beyond recognition, a knife still lodged in his groin.
They swallowed hard.
Was his manhood… gone?
They’d seen plenty of victims, but few as brutalized as Wang Fu.
Well, except for two others—Lin Li and Lin Chang.
Come to think of it, both cases were linked to Lin Xuan. And given the power behind him…
No wonder they’d rushed here in a panic, worried about Lin Xuan’s safety.
"Officers, long time no see," Lin Xuan greeted them with a grin.
"Y-yeah, long time," one officer stammered, wiping sweat from his brow.
Who’d have thought their next encounter would be like this?
What the hell were they supposed to do now?
"Mr. Lin Xuan… is he like this because of you?" The officer pointed at the wreck that was Wang Fu.
Wang Fu gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, it was him. Not only did he beat me up, but he also smashed my... down there and then cut it off with a knife."
The two police officers couldn’t help but glance at the knife still lodged in Wang Fu’s body, surrounded by a large pool of blood.
What a gruesome sight.
After Lin Li, another eunuch had been made.
"That’s right, I did it," Lin Xuan nodded, openly admitting without hesitation.
The two officers were at a loss about how to handle the situation.
Arresting Lin Xuan didn’t feel right, but neither did letting him go.
Wang Fu shouted agitatedly, "Did you hear that? It was Lin Xuan! Hurry up and arrest him! Lock him up for life!"
Jiang Yutong spoke up, "Officers, this man—Wang Fu—has always had feelings for me. I’ve rejected his confessions every single time. Today, when I went to a restaurant to eat, he drugged me, brought me to this hotel, and tried to assault me. He even threatened to scar my face so I’d have no choice but to stay with him forever."
Her icy gaze fixed on Wang Fu.
Even if he had succeeded, Jiang Yutong would rather remain unmarried for the rest of her life than marry a man like him.
She was a Jiang—her father and grandfather were both iron-willed soldiers. The pride in her blood would never allow her to marry her own assailant.
"Jiang Yutong, you’re lying through your teeth!" Wang Fu protested vehemently. "Officers, don’t believe her! She came to the hotel with me willingly!"
"Willingly?" Jiang Yutong scoffed coldly. "As the second daughter of the Jiang family in Yundu City, I could have any man I want. Wang Fu, do you really think I’d ever be interested in a worthless, idle man like you? Ridiculous."
"What? The Jiang family of Yundu City?" Wang Fu’s eyes widened in shock. "You mean… Jiang Corporation?"
"That’s right," Jiang Yutong confirmed.
The moment she gave her answer, Wang Fu’s pupils trembled violently.
She really was a Jiang!
Jiang Yutong always dressed impeccably, and during her school days, she was chauffeured everywhere.
He knew she came from a wealthy family.
But he never imagined she was part of the Jiang family!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
