Suddenly, Lin Xuan's eyes lit up as if he had thought of something.
There seemed to be a certain medicine in another world!
Lin Xuan quickly scribbled something on a piece of paper and then took it downstairs.
"Young Master Lin," Butler Wang greeted respectfully.
"Butler Wang," Lin Xuan said, "I need you to buy these medicinal herbs for me."
He handed the paper to Butler Wang.
The butler quickly scanned the list of herbs and asked in confusion, "Young Master Lin, what is this for...?"
"Butler Wang, these are of great use to me. Please get them as quickly as possible," Lin Xuan replied.
"Yes, Young Master Lin," Butler Wang nodded.
In the past two years, Lin Xuan had always tried to escape from Su Hua's side. Back then, Butler Wang would have been wary of Lin Xuan, carefully checking whether the herbs might harm someone—afraid that Young Master Lin might try to poison the young miss.
But now, Butler Wang no longer worried about Lin Xuan harming Su Hua. Without a second thought, he instructed the servants to purchase the items.
Within an hour, the servants had brought everything to the study.
Lin Xuan took the herbs into his space and began crafting the pills.
"Success," Lin Xuan sighed in relief.
With these pills, even if he were captured by the Shadow organization, he wouldn’t have to fear their poisons.
However, Su Hua kept him locked up in Night Manor, leaving him with little opportunity to escape. Even if he did manage to flee, Su Hua would go mad with worry.
After some thought, Lin Xuan called Jiang Qing.
"Young Master Lin," Jiang Qing's respectful voice came through the phone.
"Secretary Jiang," Lin Xuan said, "I’ve found a way to eliminate the Shadow organization."
"Really?" Jiang Qing's voice trembled with excitement.
"Yes. The success rate is ninety percent," Lin Xuan confirmed.
"That’s wonderful, Young Master Lin! Do you need help? I can arrange for people to assist you," Jiang Qing said eagerly.
"The Shadow organization wants to capture me, so I’ll need to personally handle this. The Golden Dragon Gang’s forces are sufficient," Lin Xuan replied.
"Young Master Lin, are you saying you plan to infiltrate the Shadow organization again?" Jiang Qing frowned.
"Yes," Lin Xuan nodded.
"But your safety—"
Before Jiang Qing could finish, Lin Xuan cut her off. "Secretary Jiang, I’ve told you before—I won’t let anything happen to me."
Even if this plan failed, he would ensure he escaped unscathed.
"Alright, Young Master Lin. I believe in you," Jiang Qing said.
If anyone else had made such a claim, she might have dismissed it as bravado. But she had witnessed Lin Xuan’s capabilities firsthand. If he said it, he meant it.
"Young Master Lin, is there anything else I can do to help?" Jiang Qing asked.
"Actually, yes," Lin Xuan nodded. "Secretary Jiang, can you think of a way to keep Su Hua away for a while?"
Jiang Qing frowned.
She glanced at the calendar on her desk and replied, "The day after tomorrow, President Su has a business trip."
"Good," Lin Xuan’s eyes gleamed with a dark light. "Then the plan will proceed the day after tomorrow."
"But Young Master Lin, President Su keeps you confined in Night Manor. How will you leave?" Jiang Qing asked skeptically.
Lin Xuan smirked. "I have a way. Just make sure Su Hua doesn’t receive any messages or calls from the Shadow organization. I don’t want her finding out I’ve been captured."
Recently, he had discovered something useful in his space—a lifelike human mask.
As long as Su Hua wasn’t in Night Manor, he could use the mask to slip away unnoticed.
"Understood," Jiang Qing nodded.
After ending the call, Jiang Qing entered the CEO’s office with a document.
"President Su, this requires your signature," she said respectfully.
"Alright," Su Hua skimmed through the contents before signing.
"President Su, there’s one more thing," Jiang Qing added, not leaving immediately. "The day after tomorrow, you’ll need to fly to the U.S. to discuss the partnership with Johnson Corporation. It may take two days."
Su Hua’s brows knitted tightly.
Two days… That was too long. She hadn’t been apart from Lin Xuan for so long in ages.
In the past, she would have taken him along. But with the Shadow organization still active, he couldn’t leave the manor. Overseas, the Shadow organization would have an easier time targeting him.
"President Su," Jiang Qing pressed, "Johnson Corporation insists on your presence. If you don’t go, the deal may fall through. This concerns our overseas market. You’ll have to make the trip."
"Fine, I’ll go," Su Hua nodded.
Lately, being around Lin Xuan had been unbearable—she could barely restrain herself from devouring him.
Perhaps this trip would give them both some breathing room.
By the time she returned, it would be the day she had promised to dance for him.
A faint smile curved Su Hua’s red lips.
Jiang Qing was surprised.
President Su had agreed far more readily than expected.
"President Su, I’ll take my leave now."
After Jiang Qing left with the signed documents, Su Hua picked up her phone and sent Lin Xuan a message.
【Little Hua】: What are you doing right now, Xuan?
【Xuan】: Thinking of you.
Su Hua raised an eyebrow at his reply, then pulled up the surveillance feed—only to see the man who claimed to be thinking of her furiously typing away at his computer.
"Liar," she chuckled softly.
In Night Manor, Lin Xuan suddenly stopped typing.
He checked his phone, frowning at Su Hua’s message.
She seemed to message him every hour or so.
To avoid raising suspicion, he’d need someone to reply to her messages on the day of the plan.
If contact was cut off, Su Hua would immediately sense something was wrong.
At noon, with Su Hua still at the office, Lin Xuan ate lunch alone before stepping out for a walk.
His ears suddenly perked up.
Young Master Huo?
Taking a day off—please approve. Ugh, girl problems—chills and goosebumps all over.
Thanks to Little Gong and the other sweethearts for the gifts.
Uu.
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
