Lin Xuan turned and walked towards the young rich man who was still lying unconscious on the ground. The gentle look in his eyes instantly turned icy cold.
"Mr. Su," Jiang Qing stepped forward with concern, "Are you alright?"
Su Hua looked at Jiang Qing, her eyes narrowing, filled with a thick sense of killing intent.
The security team captain shivered involuntarily.
Jiang Qing also quickly took a few steps back.
Well then.
Mr. Su only remembers Young Master Lin, and still doesn’t recognize anyone else!
At this moment, Lin Xuan had already crouched down in front of the young rich man.
He pressed a pressure point on the rich man’s body, and the man woke up, still feeling unbearable pain below his waist. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
Compared to the pain he was feeling, he was even more terrified of the man standing before him.
"W-what do you want to do?" the rich man stammered, his voice trembling. "Are you with that woman? I’m telling you, you can’t do anything more to me! My father won’t let you get away with this!"
"Oh? Then let him come and deal with me!" Lin Xuan dragged the rich man into a nearby private room, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.
He didn’t plan to beat him up in public—it was too violent, and he didn’t want Su Hua to see it.
Lin Xuan closed the door.
The rich man propped himself up, scrambling backward, his eyes filled with fear, bloodshot and wide.
Lin Xuan’s fist slammed into the rich man’s nose.
The bridge of his nose shattered!
"Ahhhh—" Another agonized scream echoed.
The torment he was about to endure had only just begun.
Lin Xuan’s fists rained down on the rich man’s face and body, carefully avoiding vital areas—he wanted him to suffer, not die.
In no time, the rich man’s face was swollen and bruised, his eyes reduced to slits, blood streaming from his nose.
His face hurt, but his body hurt even more.
The rich man lay on the ground, curled up, wishing he could just die.
He regretted it—he truly regretted it. These two lunatics were insane, and he shouldn’t have messed with them!
"How dare you covet her, force her to be your lover? How dare you?" Lin Xuan’s voice was dark, his eyes gleaming with a cold, deadly light.
"I... I was wrong," the rich man whimpered weakly, in pain.
Lin Xuan sneered, "Since you’re so fond of forcing women to be your lovers, you won’t be needing this anymore."
The knife that Su Hua had stabbed into the rich man earlier—Lin Xuan grabbed the hilt and twisted it.
"Ahhh—" The rich man passed out once again.
Even though the hotel had excellent soundproofing, the rich man’s agonized screams still managed to seep through, sending shivers down everyone’s spines.
Jiang Qing couldn’t help but feel curious.
What exactly was Young Master Lin doing in there to make him scream so horribly?
Lin Xuan pressed another pressure point on the rich man’s body.
The rich man woke up, tears streaming down his face as he begged, "Please, just let me pass out... Don’t wake me up again."
"You want to pass out?" Lin Xuan smiled like a demon. "I want you to stay awake and feel every bit of the pain."
Lin Xuan pulled out the blood-stained knife, wiped the handle clean with a handkerchief, and then tossed it to the ground without a second thought.
He stepped over the rich man’s body and left.
The rich man wished he could just die.
It was over—truly over.
Sobbing, he realized he would now be a eunuch for the rest of his life.
The rich man lay on the ground, whimpering in pain.
Lin Xuan walked over to Jiang Qing.
Su Hua shot a dangerous glance at Jiang Qing.
What is Ah Xuan doing next to that woman?
Jiang Qing shivered. Young Master Lin, don’t drag me into this.
Lin Xuan whispered, "Secretary Jiang, if you can’t handle the situation with that man, just pin all the blame on me."
He had beaten up the rich man for two reasons: first, because he dared to lay hands on Su Hua and had to face the consequences, and second, to take full responsibility for the crime.
"Young Master Lin, don’t worry. This is just a small matter. I’ll handle it properly," Jiang Qing replied respectfully.
"Good."
Lin Xuan nodded, then turned to look at Su Hua. The cold, stern expression on Su Hua’s face instantly softened, making her look sweet and harmless, almost childlike.
Jiang Qing: "..." Mr. Su’s ability to switch expressions so quickly is truly impressive.
How had she never noticed before that Mr. Su was such a good actor?
Lin Xuan walked over and took Su Hua’s hand. "Hua Bao, let’s go home."
"Mm," Su Hua nodded.
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
