The two men stopped in their tracks simultaneously.
Grandpa Jiang narrowed his eyes.
"Isn't that Su Guoxiong?"
Tch!
Talk about running into an enemy.
"Chairman Jiang, is that you?" Old Master Su said with a smile. "What a coincidence, bumping into you here in the park."
Grandpa Jiang snorted and turned his head away, unwilling to engage with Old Master Su.
Enemies cross paths too easily—how could he run into this old Su geezer even here?
Old Master Su chuckled and asked, "So? Have your two granddaughters gotten married yet?"
"Oh, no, marriage might be too high a bar for them," Old Master Su added mockingly. "I should be asking—do they even have boyfriends?"
"You—!"
Grandpa Jiang glared at Old Master Su, fuming.
This old coot really knew how to hit a sore spot!
Those two granddaughters of his—he nagged them day and night to find boyfriends, even forcing them into blind dates.
But those stubborn girls only cared about work, refusing to settle down with a man!
They even claimed, "A boyfriend would just slow us down—utterly useless!"
It drove him mad with worry.
He was so stressed his hair was thinning into a full-blown bald spot!
"Judging by your expression, I take it your granddaughters are still single," Old Master Su gloated. "Old Man Jiang, at this rate, you’ll kick the bucket before ever holding a great-grandchild."
Grandpa Jiang took a deep breath, suppressing his rage. "Old Man Su, you should worry about your own granddaughter. That girl of yours is even more averse to men than mine! You’ll die before seeing her wed!"
Let alone hold a great-grandchild—ha!
Old Master Su beamed. "No need for your concern, Chairman Jiang. My granddaughter already has a boyfriend."
"What?!"
Grandpa Jiang’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
A boyfriend? How?! His own granddaughters were still single, yet that icy Su Hua—of all people—had a man?!
He didn’t doubt Old Master Su was lying.
Though they’d been rivals since their youth, constantly butting heads, he knew Su Guoxiong would never stoop to lying for pride’s sake.
"And they’re disgustingly lovey-dovey," Old Master Su bragged, puffing his chest. "Practically glued together at all times."
Grandpa Jiang’s heart soured with envy.
Even Su Hua had someone—why were his granddaughters still alone?!
No. He’d double down on pressuring them when he got home!
Outwardly, Grandpa Jiang stood tall, refusing to let Old Master Su see him falter.
"Having a boyfriend doesn’t mean marriage is guaranteed," he scoffed. "They might break up tomorrow, and your precious granddaughter will be single again. Don’t celebrate too soon, Old Man Su."
"Rest easy, Old Man Jiang," Old Master Su declared. "Their love is unshakable. Even if the sky collapsed, they’d never part."
Grandpa Jiang inhaled sharply.
This old fool was infuriating! If they were younger, he’d have thrown a punch by now.
"Enough," Grandpa Jiang snapped. "Stop flaunting. A boyfriend is nothing to crow about."
Old Master Su’s smirk didn’t waver.
He knew Grandpa Jiang’s bitterness was pure sour grapes.
Thank goodness for Little Xuan—without him, he’d never have this chance to rub it in.
"Save your gloating for when you’re bouncing a great-grandchild on your knee," Grandpa Jiang retorted coldly.
Honestly, bragging over a mere boyfriend? Pathetic.
Old Master Su’s grin faltered.
Great-grandchildren… that jab struck a nerve.
After all this time, Hua'er’s belly showed no signs of movement.
As Grandpa Jiang walked away, he glanced back, frowning.
He tapped his cane against the pavement, muttering, "What’s going on with that Su girl? She’s always been allergic to men. How’d she land a boyfriend?"
He’d have to investigate who this mystery man was.
Meanwhile, Lin Li’s expression darkened.
That old man earlier was clearly no ordinary figure.
Yet Jiang Liangjun hadn’t even introduced him!
Lin Li clenched his fists.
After weeks of dutifully tending to the old man—restoring his sanity, no less!—this ungrateful fossil still treated him as insignificant.
Masking his fury, Lin Li feigned casual curiosity.
"Grandfather, who was that man earlier?"
"Him?" Grandpa Jiang replied. "That’s Su Guoxiong."
Su Guoxiong… of the Su Family.
If he dared flaunt his status in front of Jiang Liangjun, did that mean… Su Corporation?
Lin Li dismissed the thought.
No way.
It couldn’t be that coincidental.
"Grandfather," he pressed, "is he connected to Su Corporation?"
"He’s the former chairman of Su Corporation and ex-head of the Su Family," Grandpa Jiang admitted grudgingly. "That man raised one hell of a granddaughter."
Su Hua—brilliant, prodigious—had been Old Master Su’s favorite trophy to flaunt.
Then, at twenty, she’d turned into an ice queen, shunning romance.
Grandpa Jiang had relished mocking Old Man Su about dying before her wedding day.
Yet now, Su Hua had beaten his granddaughters to securing a partner!
The old Su bastard would never let him live this down.
Lin Li’s face went rigid.
So it really was Su Hua’s grandfather!
Lin Xuan had not only met him but earned his approval.
If Lin Xuan ever married Su Hua, he’d be untouchable—forever above Lin Li.
No. Impossible.
This had to be a contractual farce—Su Hua surely hired Lin Xuan to placate her grandfather.
Lin Li’s tension eased into a smirk.
Of course. A woman like Su Hua would never genuinely want Lin Xuan.
Their relationship was just a charade.
He only needed to wait. Old Man Su wouldn’t last much longer. Once he croaked, Su Hua would dump Lin Xuan.
But… until then, Lin Xuan would keep living the high life, lording it over him.
The injustice burned.
"Lin Li," Grandpa Jiang frowned, studying him. "What’s wrong? You look troubled."
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
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?"
