"The secret room is completely devoid of light," Butler Wang clenched his hands tightly. "I've been inside before, and it's suffocating. I couldn't last even an hour."
"To be honest, Miss could have vented her frustrations on the staff, but she didn’t want to hurt us, so she locked herself in there instead."
Lin Xuan asked in a low voice, "Butler Wang, when did this start?" Butler Wang's words pierced his heart like needles, and the pain in his chest was unbearable.
What had Su Hua been through?
"Ever since Miss returned to the Su Family, I’ve been by her side, serving her. From that time on, she’s been like this—aloof, unwilling to get close to anyone. To me, she seemed like an emotionless shell," Butler Wang's eyes gradually grew moist.
"Master Lin, it was only after you appeared that I realized Miss could cry, laugh, and get angry. All her emotions were tied to you. You could say that you are her everything, Master Lin. Even if you see her darker side, I beg you to be understanding."
This was a precautionary warning for Lin Xuan.
To prevent him from being frightened or repulsed if he saw her violent, murderous side.
Lin Xuan clenched his fists. "Butler Wang, I need to go in and be with her." He couldn’t let her stay in there alone.
Butler Wang shook his head. "Master Lin, Miss doesn’t recognize anyone right now. If you go in, she might hurt you. Miss has ordered us to protect you."
If Master Lin were injured, Miss would be filled with guilt and pain once she regained her senses.
"Butler, can you really bear to let her stay in that room, harming herself?" Lin Xuan said gravely.
Butler Wang fell silent. Jiang Qing’s words came to mind—perhaps Master Lin could try to untangle the knots in Miss’s heart.
"Master Lin, I’ll let you in, but on one condition: the bodyguards must ensure your safety."
Butler Wang made a call, and soon over a dozen burly bodyguards dressed in black arrived.
They were all towering figures, former mercenaries with formidable skills.
Not only that, Butler Wang also called for a doctor, who brought sedatives, just in case.
Butler Wang knew that Master Lin absolutely could not be harmed—otherwise, Miss wouldn’t survive either.
At that moment, Su Hua stood in the center of the secret room.
Her eyes were blood-red, and her vision was filled with a haze of crimson. Her mind was consumed by a single thought—kill, kill everyone...
"Click." The door lock turned.
Su Hua’s blood-red eyes shifted toward the entrance, her gaze filled with a rolling wave of murderous intent.
Lin Xuan froze when he saw Su Hua in the room.
The woman before him was still stunningly beautiful, but her eyes had turned blood-red. Her hands hung limply at her sides, blood dripping from her knuckles, and the walls were covered in countless bloody smears.
An aura of gloom and terror emanated from her.
"Master Lin, you should leave," Butler Wang urged anxiously. The state Miss was in now was dangerous.
"There’s nothing to be afraid of," Lin Xuan smiled.
He had seen firsthand how she had tortured Qin Ruoyao and Lin Li to death. Her current state didn’t frighten him.
Besides, he had already died once. To him, death wasn’t something to fear.
Lin Xuan stepped forward, and all the bodyguards remained on high alert, ready to act at any moment.
"Su Hua, it’s me, your Ah Xuan. Do you recognize me?"
"Su Hua, don’t be afraid."
"We’re all on your side. No one will hurt you."
Lin Xuan took step after step toward Su Hua.
Su Hua was completely lost in her own world. To her, he was just another target to kill.
She stared at the man before her, her eyes locking onto him like a predator on its prey.
"No," Butler Wang shook his head. "You can’t go any further."
"Master Lin, come back!" Butler Wang shouted in desperation.
Lin Xuan seemed not to hear Butler Wang’s words and continued to move forward without hesitation.
Su Hua licked her lips.
He’s here.
How fearless.
She took a light step forward, and the bodyguards’ hearts leapt into their throats. Master Lin must not be harmed!
In a flash, the bodyguards positioned themselves in front of Su Hua, shielding Lin Xuan behind them.
Seeing this, Su Hua’s excitement only grew.
More and more people were coming.
Her gaze, previously casual, now turned sharp and menacing.
"Bang—"
"Bang bang—"
"Bang bang bang—"
Some of the bodyguards were slammed into the wall, the sound of ribs cracking echoing through the room.
In less than ten minutes, they were all knocked down.
These former mercenaries were no match for Su Hua. They were utterly defenseless against her.
The bloodlust in Su Hua’s eyes hadn’t faded in the slightest—it had only intensified.
"This is bad. Miss has completely lost control!" Butler Wang said nervously. No matter how many bodyguards they brought now, it would be useless.
In her current state, no one could stand against her.
In the blink of an eye, Su Hua appeared in front of Lin Xuan, leaving no one any time to react.
"How handsome," Su Hua’s fingertip traced Lin Xuan’s face. "But no matter how good-looking you are, you still have to die."
Su Hua’s hand closed around Lin Xuan’s throat.
She licked her lips. "You’d make a perfect specimen. Or maybe I’ll put you in a glass coffin, like a display piece."
Lin Xuan: "..." Did Su Hua have some obsession with specimens? Even in her deranged state, she was still thinking about this.
This scene made Butler Wang break out in a cold sweat.
"Doctor!"
"Bodyguards!"
Butler Wang shouted.
The bodyguards, hearing his command, prepared to swarm in, giving the doctor a chance to administer the sedative!
"Stand down!" Lin Xuan barked.
Butler Wang frowned.
Lin Xuan looked at the woman before him, her entire being radiating killing intent. "I believe she won’t really hurt me."
Butler Wang gritted his teeth and could only signal for everyone to stop.
"You all deserve to die," Su Hua’s eyes were filled with bloodlust, and her grip tightened with every passing second.
Lin Xuan’s breath was being squeezed out of him inch by inch.
"Su Hua..." Lin Xuan struggled to speak. "You must take care of yourself after this."
A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and landed on Su Hua’s hand. She frowned. Why did seeing him cry make her heart ache so much? He was her target, someone who deserved to die.
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.
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
