Xu Xiaoman’s heart tightened at the sight of the bodyguards, reminding her of the last time she had been dragged out of Night Garden. A sense of unease rose within her.
Would these men once again shield Lin Xuan this time?
But as she watched them standing motionless, her tension gradually eased. It seemed they weren’t here to stop her from teaching Lin Xuan a lesson.
Xu Xiaoman sneered.
Clearly, these bodyguards knew where their loyalty should lie—between a mere plaything for women and their master’s own sister.
Since they weren’t protecting Lin Xuan, she could deal with him without restraint.
"Lin Xuan!" Xu Xiaoman raised her whip and lashed it toward him.
The bodyguards surged forward, only to be halted by Lin Xuan’s raised hand. He stood his ground, unmoving.
As the whip descended, everyone present—except Xu Xiaoman—held their breath.
"Master Lin, dodge!" one of the bodyguards shouted.
Yet Lin Xuan remained still. With effortless grace, he caught the whip mid-air.
Xu Xiaoman’s brows furrowed.
Her strikes were swift and precise. Even if someone managed to block them, the force would leave a harsh mark.
How could this weak-looking pretty boy not only catch her whip but emerge unscathed?
Could he actually be skilled in martial arts?
The thought flickered, but she dismissed it immediately.
Him? Skilled?
Impossible.
It had to be a fluke.
What threat could a mere plaything pose?
If one strike failed, she’d simply try again. She refused to believe he could evade her next attack.
Xu Xiaoman tried to yank the whip back, but Lin Xuan’s grip was unyielding.
"You—" Her expression darkened.
How was he so strong?
Lin Xuan scoffed. "Miss Xu, it’s not you who’ll be teaching me a lesson—it’s the other way around."
In his past life, after marrying Qin Ruoyao, Xu Xiaoman had made his life miserable. Once, she’d beaten him half to death.
This time, he’d repay her in full.
Lin Xuan had no qualms about hitting women.
Anyone who crossed him would face the consequences.
Come to think of it, Xu Xiaoman’s hostility in his past life had been because of Huo Shen, hadn’t it?
Xu Xiaoman sneered. "Lin Xuan, do you even hear yourself? You? Teach me a lesson?"
"Try me and find out."
With a sharp tug, he yanked her forward.
Lin Xuan frowned.
If Xu Xiaoman crashed into him and Hua found out a woman had thrown herself into his arms, his kidneys would suffer for it.
He had no desire to become "Lin the Dried-Up" again.
Dodging swiftly, he let her fall.
Thud!
Xu Xiaoman hit the ground hard, still clutching the whip.
Lin Xuan stepped forward, twisted her wrist, and—
"Ahh!"
A scream tore from her lips as her fingers spasmed, dropping the whip.
Lin Xuan picked it up, examining it.
This very whip had been used on him in his past life. Now, he’d return the favor.
His gaze swept the room—furniture, antiques, vases, paintings—all treasures Hua adored. He couldn’t risk damaging them.
"Take her to the garden," he ordered.
"Yes, sir."
Two bodyguards seized Xu Xiaoman by the shoulders, dragging her outside despite her protests.
"What are you doing? How dare you obey this pretty boy’s orders? I’m your mistress’s sister!"
One bodyguard replied coldly, "Second Miss, Master Lin holds greater weight here."
A joke!
Their master cherished Lin Xuan more than life itself. The slightest scratch on him sent her into a frenzy.
Her sister? What did that matter?
In the garden, the bodyguards released Xu Xiaoman and stepped back.
She glared at Lin Xuan. "What did you bribe them with to make them obey you like this?"
"Nothing at all," Lin Xuan said airily. "I simply seduced their mistress, wrapped her around my finger—naturally, they side with me now."
His smug expression made Xu Xiaoman’s chest heave with fury.
This shameless man actually boasted about seducing women!
Utterly disgraceful!
He was nothing compared to Brother Huo. How could he possibly deserve to be her sister’s man?
"Lin Xuan, don’t get cocky," she spat. "You might’ve fooled my sister for now, but she’ll see through you eventually. Someone like you? She’ll grow sick of you soon enough."
Lin Xuan smirked. "At least for now, she’s utterly devoted to me."
Which meant he could teach Xu Xiaoman a proper lesson.
Crack!
Crack! Crack!
He flicked the whip against the ground.
Xu Xiaoman clenched her fists.
Earlier, Lin Xuan had caught her off guard, stolen her whip, and humiliated her.
She’d underestimated him.
But no more.
This time, she’d fight seriously. With her skills, he wouldn’t stand a chance.
She’d make this pretty boy regret crossing her.
"Give it back," she demanded coldly.
The thought of his hands on her whip disgusted her.
Lin Xuan laughed. "What if I refuse?"
"You think I can’t take it from you?" Her face hardened.
If he wouldn’t return it, she’d seize it by force.
Around them, Night Garden’s servants whispered.
"Looks like the Second Miss and Master Lin are about to fight. I wonder whose side the mistress will take?"
"Are you serious? Obviously Master Lin. She treasures him more than her own life. The Second Miss? Means nothing to her."
"True."
Over three years ago, their mistress had brought Lin Xuan to Night Garden.
No matter how fiercely he resisted, she only ever confined him.
No matter how much he angered her, she never laid a finger on him.
Everyone knew exactly how much he meant to her.
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?"
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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.”
