Dongfang Family Manor.
"Ah, this kid."
Su Su, sitting on the sofa, sighed and quickly got to work, dialing her husband's number.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"What's wrong, honey?" Dongfang Zhan's deep voice came through the phone.
"Zhixia needs our help with something. It’s something you can handle easily. Shen Ming's side..."
Su Su quickly relayed what had been said during the earlier phone call. There was silence on the other end.
"Huh? What's the matter, dear? Can you hear me?" Su Su asked, puzzled, checking her phone. The speakerphone was on.
"It's our daughter... did she run to that hospital for that kid again?" Dongfang Zhan finally spoke.
Su Su was taken aback and suddenly realized something... Yes, indeed. Their Zhixia only got this frantic when it came to Ye Cheng.
She hadn't had time to ask for the details before the call had ended abruptly, so she’d immediately called her husband without thinking it through.
What baffled Su Su, who considered herself quite perceptive, was that she hadn't noticed it right away, yet her husband had.
Was he more sensitive than she was?
"I don't know. The phone hung up before I could ask Zhixia. Hey, by the way, how did you come up with that?" Su Su asked, confused.
Her husband had never been this sharp.
"Oh, this? Well, today I..." Dongfang Zhan was about to tell his wife about the pact he’d made with his good brother at the cliff earlier that day—a pact about staying firm, not wavering, absolutely refusing to let some penniless brat steal their daughter and ruin her future.
Telling someone else about this alliance of protective fathers... might cause unexpected complications.
Especially since his wife’s stance seemed shaky and indecisive. He had to be cautious. One moment of soft-heartedness could allow an intruder to slip in, bringing chaos to their home.
In an instant, Dongfang Zhan decided not to tell his wife about what he and Shen Ming had discussed.
"What’s wrong?" Su Su’s puzzled voice came through.
Dongfang Zhan snapped back to reality. "Ah, nothing. I was just saying that the crazy woman over at their place and I have finalized another project. I still prefer chatting with Brother Shen..."
Su Su: "..."
The corner of Su Su’s mouth twitched. She didn't fully grasp the bonds of brotherhood between men.
But she had to admit that Shen Ming was something special. No wonder his reputation was so strong back then.
As the prodigal son of the Shen family, Shen Ming had quite a name for himself. From a young age, the Shen elders had been scouting potential daughters-in-law for him. Anyone with any standing in their circle had heard of "Big Brother Doudou."
As a legitimate daughter of the Su family in Dajing City, Su Su was close in age to Shen Ming and was, naturally, considered a match by both families.
They had met. Shen Ming was still in school at the time, while Su Su had already started managing family affairs. By all logic, Su Su—older, more worldly, and experienced—should have had the upper hand.
But that wasn’t the case. Throughout the entire meeting, their conversation flowed smoothly and comfortably. No matter what topic Su Su brought up, Shen Ming could keep up.
Not only keep up, but he could also pivot to topics that genuinely interested Su Su. At the time, she didn’t realize it, but later at home, she understood...
The reason their conversation felt so natural was simple: Shen Ming had seen right through her. He was subtly steering the dialogue to follow her lead, making it comfortable for her.
Su Su had originally been unwilling to attend this arranged meeting, but after meeting him, she’d changed her mind. She was open to continuing.
But then Shen Ming politely declined. He claimed he wanted to focus on his studies and wasn’t ready for a relationship. In other words, he’d given her a soft rejection.
Because of this, Su Su had held a grudge against Shen Ming ever since. The good impression she’d had vanished, and she considered it a personal offense.
Growing up as the beloved daughter of the Su family, how could she be overlooked and then given a "good guy" card? No way she’d just forget that!
The next time she heard about Shen Ming, he was already married. In the same year, she and Dongfang Zhan, who had dated for years, tied the knot. At their wedding, she saw the person who had once outshone her in the crowd.
A... very beautiful person. Her eyes were full of spirit, extremely...
Before Su Su could continue her train of thought, she felt her husband’s hand tremble as he held hers. A question mark appeared above her head. Could he really be this excited?
At the time, Dongfang Zhan didn’t say much, but his face was hard to read. He kept glancing warily toward a certain spot in the wedding hall...
It was only later that Su Su found out her husband wasn’t excited at all—he was terrified.
One time, by chance, she saw her nearly two-hundred-pound husband get flung through the air like a beach ball. That’s when she finally understood why he’d been so afraid that day.
Who wouldn’t be?
"Are you looking at me, old man? One more look, and I'll knock you flat!" A very arrogant voice echoed in Su Su’s ears.
Su Su: "..."
Stunned, Su Su seemed to understand why the "arrogant" Shen Ming had surrendered—if he hadn’t, he might’ve been beaten to death, right?
Later, things took an unexpected turn. The once-heated rivalry between the two families began to ease thanks to Shen Ming. Just when their families wanted to take the relationship further...
The President and the Young Lady were born, one after the other.
It was a shock to both families. Both were girls. And both were... a little strange. One was proud and stubborn; the other ignored everyone.
But thanks to Shen Ming, the relationship between the two families continued to improve.
He was genuinely like a human incubus, charming both men and women. Su Su always felt that if Shen Ming were a woman, there might not have been any room for her—her husband would’ve been snatched away.
"Brother Shen" this, "Brother Shen" that... Su Su was getting a bit jealous.
The bond between the two brothers was so tight that Su Su occasionally feared something might happen between them. If that were the case, she’d be the one left crying. Fortunately, both men were straight... she hoped?
Given her husband’s track record with Shen Ming, Su Su didn’t suspect him too much and just blamed it on that charm demon from the Shen family.
The whole situation reminded her of Liu Bei from Romance of the Three Kingdoms—instant brotherhood with any man nearby, and automatic affinity boost. “Commander,” “Elder Brother,” “Onii-chan~~”
"Alright, alright, I won’t pry into you two’s little bromance. Just get on with it. Zhixia is still waiting." Su Su rolled her eyes at her husband.
Dongfang Zhan chuckled heartily. "Alright, I'll give Brother Shen a call right now. It's just a private hospital—nothing too big to handle."
"Hold on, I'll call him immediately!"
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Meanwhile.
At the Shen family mansion.
Shen Ming was crouching near the spot where the short-haired woman used to feed the big turtle, holding a bag of feed in his hand.
Of all the strange little animals kept around the house, only this big turtle had remained. Everything else had been forcibly reduced to zero by the young lady and sent off to reincarnation.
This turtle had a gentle temperament, didn't crawl around everywhere, and was quite understanding of people, which was why it had been allowed to stay.
But it seemed to have been forgotten here. Occasionally, when needed, one of the ladies would suddenly appear and take all the credit for herself.
"My beloved turtle, how have you been all this time... Oh, right, let me borrow a bit of your shell. Don't worry, it'll be quick. Feeling a little dizzy is normal—it'll grow back soon enough..."
After taking what she needed, she vanished instantly, leaving her beloved turtle neglected once again.
Only the short-haired woman and Shen Ming came by to feed it.
"You've had a tough time too. We'll see if we can find you a companion later on. Then..."
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Before Shen Ming could finish, his phone suddenly rang.
Contact name... Brother Dongfang.
Shen Ming tossed the remaining feed aside and answered the call. "Hey, Brother Dongfang, what's up?"
"It's like this, little brother..."
A moment later.
"No problem at all. I'll just let the people below know. Let Zhixia go directly—he can head out now," Shen Ming said with a smile.
On the other end of the line.
Dongfang Zhan gave Su Su a thumbs-up. The two brothers continued chatting, while Su Su stood up and walked outside, dialing the President's number again.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
"All sorted? Alright, I'll hang up now," Dongfang Zhixia muttered to himself, not even giving Su Su a chance to speak.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
Su Su: "???"
Zhixia, you...
Even Mom has become a tool now, huh? Sob, sob, sob... Su Su wallowed in her loneliness, not expecting this day to come so soon. When he was little, he used to cling to her, but now... sigh.
Before long, a car from the Dongfang family drove out of the Noble High School in Dahai City, heading toward the Du Family Private Hospital.
It disappeared into the gradually darkening night...

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?"

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.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

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?!