Lin Li looked at his own face in the mirror.
A bruised and swollen visage, barely recognizable, stared back at him.
His hand trembled.
Was this man really him?
Was he supposed to attend the Jiang Family’s recognition banquet looking like this?
"Who the hell did this to me?" Lin Li seethed with fury.
He recalled the words Lin Xuan had thrown at him on the basketball court.
Lin Xuan!
It had to be Lin Xuan’s doing!
Lin Xuan wanted to humiliate him at the Jiang Family’s banquet, so he deliberately arranged for someone to beat him up.
Lin Xuan…
Just wait and see!
At Yundu University, students buzzed with gossip.
"Did you hear? The entire basketball team that played against Shangqing University yesterday took leave today—not a single one showed up for classes."
"Why?"
"No idea. That’s just what I heard. But the whole team skipping together? That’s bizarre."
Little did they know, those players were lying in hospital beds, groaning in pain from their injuries.
Gritting his teeth, Lin Li logged into the dark web and contacted an underground gang.
"I’ll give you a million—no, six million! Six million, and you must cripple Lin Xuan’s legs so he can’t walk!"
He absolutely couldn’t let Lin Xuan attend the Jiang Family’s banquet.
He wouldn’t allow any uncertainties to ruin his plans.
This time, he would truly become a member of the Jiang Family.
After sending the message, Lin Li thought about his own battered appearance.
No.
Just crippling Lin Xuan wasn’t enough to satisfy his rage.
He typed another message:
"Beat him to a pulp. Not just his legs—I want him castrated too."
His eyes darkened with malice.
Lin Xuan, let’s see if you can escape this time.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
Lin Xuan, lounging comfortably on the sofa while scrolling through his phone, suddenly sneezed several times.
He rubbed his nose.
Who was cursing him?
Well, he’d been staying at Night Garden lately, only leaving to play that basketball game at Yundu University. Probably Lin Li or those basketball players were bad-mouthing him.
Lin Xuan shrugged it off.
Let them talk—it wasn’t like their words could hurt him.
Wang Ba called Lin Xuan’s phone.
"What’s up?" Lin Xuan answered.
"Boss," Wang Ba said respectfully, "Boss Su has fully recovered now, right?"
"Yeah, she’s fine," Lin Xuan confirmed.
"You mentioned taking action against Night Rose. So, Boss, when do we move?" Wang Ba asked.
Lin Xuan frowned. "Any movement from Night Rose lately?"
"According to our intel, nothing at all," Wang Ba replied.
It was strange. Given Night Rose’s usual temperament, after the Golden Dragon Gang’s provocation, she should’ve retaliated immediately.
Yet, she hadn’t made a single move.
Even stranger, their sources reported that Night Rose hadn’t even shown up at her own base, let alone planned any counterattacks.
Weird.
Really weird.
Had Night Rose changed her nature?
"If there’s no movement, we’ll wait a bit longer. I’ve got something important to handle first," Lin Xuan said.
"What’s the important matter, Boss?" Wang Ba asked curiously.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Watching a show—Lin Li’s show."
He loved exposing Lin Li’s schemes in public, especially at banquets.
He wanted every banquet to become Lin Li’s nightmare.
The first time, he exposed Lin Li cheating on Shen Qianqian with Qin Ruoyao while engaged.
The second time, he revealed Lin Li’s impotence and fraudulent marriage.
This time…
He’d make sure everyone knew Lin Li had stolen his identity, falsely claiming to be Grandpa Jiang’s grandson.
"Boss, can you at least give me a hint? What kind of show?" Wang Ba’s curiosity was piqued.
"Exposing his true identity."
With that, Lin Xuan hung up.
Wang Ba: "…"
Seriously, Boss? Couldn’t you elaborate?
Leaving people hanging like this was torture!
Over the next few days, Lin Xuan mostly stayed at Night Garden, often slipping into his space to refine Su Hua’s medicine.
Only two ingredients remained missing.
Once found, her illness would be curable.
Fortunately, Hua’er hadn’t had any recent episodes, so he still had time.
One night, Lin Xuan had already fallen asleep when Su Hua finally climbed into bed at 2 a.m. Sensing her presence, he waited until her breathing steadied before checking the time on his phone.
His brows furrowed.
Hua’er was a workaholic.
If he weren’t around, she’d probably push herself even harder. He needed to restore her health as soon as possible.
On another day, Su Hua was in a meeting at Su Corporation when Lin Xuan arrived.
Jiang Qing greeted him respectfully. "Young Master Lin, Boss Su is still in the conference room. Should I inform her you’re here?"
"No need, Secretary Jiang. I came to see you today," Lin Xuan said.
"Me?" Jiang Qing frowned in confusion.
What could Young Master Lin want with her that he’d come all the way to the company?
"Mm." Lin Xuan leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. "Secretary Jiang, you know my identities—I’m the leader of the Golden Dragon Gang and the Rogue Physician."
"Yes."
Jiang Qing nodded.
Honestly, she admired Lin Xuan.
He had strategy, combat skills, and even the medical prowess to revive the dead.
If she weren’t a firm believer in science, she might’ve thought he was reborn—reincarnated from the day of his wedding to Qin Ruoyao, complete with some cheat-like abilities.
She remembered how his attitude toward Boss Su had shifted dramatically after that day.
"Lately, I’ve been focused on developing medicine to treat Hua’er," Lin Xuan said.
"Any progress, Young Master Lin?" Jiang Qing asked anxiously.
"Yes." He nodded. "If things go well, it’ll take a month. At worst, a year. But I’ll find a cure."
"That’s great!" Jiang Qing’s voice trembled with relief.
Though Boss Su had been stable lately, her condition was still a ticking time bomb.
The sooner it was treated, the better.
Even a year sounded fast to her.
"Right now, Hua’er’s body is still weak. She needs proper care. Secretary Jiang, I need your help," Lin Xuan said bluntly.
Jiang Qing nodded. "Of course, Young Master Lin. Whatever I can do, I will."
Lin Xuan continued, "I need you to supervise Hua’er. When she’s working, she loses track of time and forgets to eat."
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?"
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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.”
