Wang Dahe: "..."
The member of the Shang organization tailing Lin Xuan sent a message: "Get ready! He's heading back now!"
While Su Hua wasn’t paying attention, Jiang Qing secretly contacted Lin Xuan again.
[Young Master Lin, how’s the situation on your end?]
[Lin Xuan]: The Shang people have already caught up. They’ll probably make their move soon.
Jiang Qing’s brows furrowed with worry.
Could Young Master Lin really infiltrate the Shang organization alone and escape unscathed?
And shouldn’t dealing with the Shang organization involve first locating their base before launching an attack?
Why did Young Master Lin insist on walking right into their trap and letting them capture him?
Jiang Qing couldn’t make sense of it.
Another message from Lin Xuan came through: [What’s Hua Bao doing now?]
[Jiang Qing]: Still on the plane.
[Lin Xuan]: Take good care of Hua Bao for me.
[Jiang Qing]: Yes, Young Master Lin.
"What are you doing?" Su Hua frowned and asked.
"Nothing," Jiang Qing replied calmly, slipping her phone away. "Just handling some work matters."
"Hmm."
Su Hua nodded, her gaze drifting back to the scenery outside the window. She wondered what A-Xuan was up to now.
Unable to resist, she took out her phone and sent Lin Xuan a message.
[A-Xuan, what are you doing right now?]
Lin Xuan’s phone was currently in the hands of Cheng Da, who was wearing a lifelike mask. Seeing the message, his hand trembled.
It’s President Su!
She’s reaching out to the boss.
After steadying his nerves, Cheng Da copied the pre-prepared reply Lin Xuan had left and sent it.
[Missing you.]
[Hua Bao, while you’re in the U.S., remember to eat properly, sleep on time, and don’t overwork yourself. I’ll be waiting for you at home.]
After sending it, Cheng Da rubbed his arm.
Who knew the boss and President Su could be so lovey-dovey? It gave him goosebumps.
Su Hua read the message carefully, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
"Liar."
These past few days, she’d been teasing him without giving in. A-Xuan must have been holding back all this time.
With her gone, he could finally relax—he was probably thrilled. How could he possibly miss her?
Still, his little white lie warmed her heart.
[Okay.]
Su Hua replied. [Be good and wait for me at home.]
Jiang Qing discreetly observed Su Hua’s blissful expression and shook her head with a quiet chuckle.
That lovestruck look on President Su’s face…
Truly, a woman in love.
But then, remembering something, the smile on Jiang Qing’s face quickly faded.
From the messages Young Master Lin had sent, he must already be confronting—or about to confront—the Shang organization.
Please let Young Master Lin be safe.
If anything happened to him, President Su might not want to go on living.
Yundu City
After ending his conversation with Jiang Qing, Lin Xuan put away his phone.
He stepped on the accelerator, and the car shot forward.
Only half the journey remained before he’d reach Ye Garden. The road was nearly empty, but ahead, several low-cost yet heavily armored vehicles were approaching.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Finally, here you are."
So slow.
These Shang operatives were so paranoid about walking into a trap that even after he’d given them countless opportunities, they still hesitated to strike.
He’d had no choice but to bring Wang Dahe into the picture—using him to lull them into a false sense of security.
Several cars abruptly stopped not far from Lin Xuan’s vehicle. He slammed on the brakes, tires screeching against the pavement.
Narrowing his eyes, Lin Xuan studied the cars ahead.
Soon,
the vehicles behind him also came to a halt. It wasn’t just the front and rear—cars surrounded him on all sides.
Trapped like this, escape was impossible.
Dozens of men stepped out of the vehicles, encircling Lin Xuan’s car.
Lin Xuan let out a low, mocking laugh.
Who knew the Shang organization would go to such lengths just to capture him?
Feigning fear, Lin Xuan climbed out of the car.
"Who—who are you people?" he stammered.
"The ones here to take you," came the reply.
Trained and efficient, the Shang operatives wasted no time. They bound Lin Xuan, gagged him, and shoved him into a trunk.
Only then did they relax, chatting freely in the car.
"Finally got Lin Xuan. With the Spirit’s protection, I thought it’d be impossible to complete the mission in a week. But who knew the fool would deliver himself to us?" one operative sighed in relief.
Failure would’ve cost them their hands.
Thankfully, they’d succeeded.
"But… wasn’t this too smooth?" another voiced his concern. "Could this be a setup?"
The whole thing felt off.
"What setup?" the first dismissed. "Didn’t you hear him? He snuck out alone—of course no one followed. The idiot brought this on himself."
An idiot?
The other frowned.
This was the same Lin Xuan who’d once stormed the Shang organization and dealt them a heavy blow. A man like that—stupid?
Whatever.
As a low-ranking member, his job was just to complete the mission.
The rest wasn’t his problem.
The Shang operatives delivered Lin Xuan to their current stronghold.
Zhao Long sat on a chair carved with a massive serpent, slowly turning prayer beads in his hand, murmuring under his breath.
"Boss!" A subordinate rushed in.
"What is it?" Zhao Long asked coolly.
"Boss!" The man exclaimed excitedly. "Lin Xuan! Our men have brought Lin Xuan in!"
Zhao Long had assumed capturing Lin Xuan would take much longer. The news made his eyes snap open.
"You’re certain?" he demanded, still half in disbelief.
"Absolutely. They’re bringing him in now," the subordinate confirmed.
"HAHAHAHA!"
Zhao Long burst into laughter.
With Lin Xuan in their grasp, the Spirit’s return to Shang was all but guaranteed.
He’d make sure the Spirit saw just how deeply Lin Xuan had betrayed her!
"Bring him to me," Zhao Long ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
The subordinate left.
Soon, Lin Xuan arrived. The moment the car stopped, he was dragged out and hauled before Zhao Long.
"Lin Xuan… we meet again."
Zhao Long turned around.
His sharp eyes raked over Lin Xuan.
Look at him.
Once so polished under the Spirit’s protection—now, what a pitiful sight.
A worthless fool. Without the Spirit, he was nothing!
Hey lovelies, you’re on break now, right? Time to go wild!
I’m hitting the town with my girls tonight.
Ugh.
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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.”
