Su Yuehe got out of the car first, walked over to the iron gate, and pulled a card from her pocket. She swiped it across an unassuming metal panel on the right side of the doorframe.
A mechanical whirring sound came from inside the gate, and the lock clicked open.
Chen Guan followed her in.
The moment the iron gate closed, the lights inside the warehouse flickered on.
The interior was completely different from the exterior.
The hall floor was polished alloy. Monitoring screens were embedded in the walls on both sides. Directly ahead stood a heavy elevator door, flanked by two guards in black uniforms.
"Miss Su."
The guard on the left nodded to Su Yuehe.
Su Yuehe flashed the authorization code on her document. After the guard verified it, he entered a string of numbers into the electronic terminal.
The elevator door slid open slowly.
The two of them stepped inside.
Chen Guan noticed that the floor buttons only had downward options, from B1 to B6. The bottommost button was marked with a red diamond symbol.
Su Yuehe pressed B6.
The elevator began to descend, not fast, but it kept going for a long time. Chen Guan estimated the depth—roughly a hundred meters underground.
The only sound in the elevator was the low hum of machinery.
"Are you nervous?" Chen Guan glanced at her.
"No."
Su Yuehe answered quickly.
"I'm not the one who should be nervous."
The elevator reached B6, and the door opened.
A straight corridor stretched ahead, lined with sealed metal cells on both sides. Each door had a number and a small observation window.
The air in the hallway was cold, carrying a mix of disinfectant and metal.
Armed guards stood every ten meters. When they saw Su Yuehe, they saluted in unison without any questions, as if it were routine.
Su Yuehe stopped at the last door at the end of the corridor.
The number on the door was A-017.
She turned to Chen Guan, her voice lowered.
"After we go in, you don't need to speak. First, watch how I ask questions."
"What if he doesn't cooperate?"
"He will."
Chen Guan saw something change in Su Yuehe's eyes when she said that. The gentleness and kindness faded, replaced by something more like the Lady Speaker he had only ever seen in the news.
She swiped her card, entered the password, and the metal door slid open from the center to both sides.
The room was small. The walls were covered in gray-white soundproof panels. A pale white light was built into the ceiling, casting the room without a single shadow.
In the center of the room was a metal chair bolted to the floor. A man sat in it.
Yue Teng.
His limbs were fastened to the chair's armrests and legs with specialized spiritual power restraints. A silver ring-shaped device was locked around his neck—a spiritual power inhibitor.
His complexion was worse than it had been a week ago. His cheekbones jutted out, his eyes were sunken, and his skin had an unhealthy grayish-white pallor, like tree bark that had been drained of most of its moisture.
But his eyes were open.
Those bloodshot eyeballs shifted when he heard the door open. His pupils swept across Su Yuehe first, then settled on Chen Guan behind her.
The moment their eyes met, Yue Teng's lips twitched.
"You again."
His voice was hoarse, carrying a half-dead quality.
Chen Guan didn't reply. He leaned his black coffin against the wall, grabbed a folding chair nearby, and sat down.
Su Yuehe walked directly in front of Yue Teng. She opened the folder on the small table beside her and pulled out several photos.
She held the first photo up in front of Yue Teng.
It was a panoramic shot of the underground temple.
"You recognize this place, don't you?"
Yue Teng's gaze swept over the photo. The corner of his mouth twisted—whether in a smile or a twitch was unclear.
"You think I'll answer your questions?"
"I think you have no choice but to."
Su Yuehe put the photo down and picked up the second one.
It was a close-up of Yue Teng's body after being eroded by black energy—skin peeling away, revealing the bone beneath.
"You should be feeling the side effects of the spiritual power inhibitor by now. Your bloodline ability is being suppressed continuously. Every day that passes, the black energy left inside you will eat away at you even more."
She crouched down so that her eyes were level with his.
"According to the medical team's assessment, you have at most three months."
Yue Teng stared at her for a few seconds. His cracked lips split open, and a trace of blood seeped out.
"Three months is enough."
His hoarse voice carried a hint of amusement.
"Enough for what?" Su Yuehe asked.
Yue Teng didn't answer that question. Instead, his gaze moved past Su Yuehe's shoulder to Chen Guan sitting in the corner.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Chen Guan lifted his eyelids lazily.
"You haven't asked me anything yet."
"Then I'll ask you one now."
Yue Teng leaned forward slightly, his restraints clanking.
"That night, when you came out of the cocoon, what did you feel?"
The air in the room grew cold.
Su Yuehe's back stiffened. She didn't interrupt. Instead, she stepped aside to give Chen Guan the space.
Chen Guan sat on the folding chair, legs crossed, arms folded across his chest, posture relaxed.
He looked at Yue Teng's withered face. "Answer her question first."
"Then I'll consider whether to answer yours."
Yue Teng stared at him. Something was stirring in those murky eyes, as if he were weighing a decision.
The silence lasted nearly half a minute.
Finally, Yue Teng retracted his gaze and looked back at Su Yuehe, who was still crouched in front of him.
"Ask away."
Su Yuehe pulled another folding chair from the wall and sat directly across from Yue Teng, less than a meter apart.
She opened the folder and took out a handwritten outline of questions neatly listed on the paper.
"First question. Start from the beginning. What is the relationship between your family and the Lord of Nothingness?"
Yue Teng leaned back against the metal chair. The restraints had left dark-red marks around his wrists. He tilted his head, sizing up the interrogator in front of him.
"You're the Speaker's daughter."
"The question I'm asking has nothing to do with whose daughter I am."
Su Yuehe kept her tone steady.
"Answer me."
Yue Teng's cracked lips moved, letting out a dry laugh.
"You must have looked up the word 'devotee,' right?"
His voice was clearer now, sharper than before. He stated bluntly that, for dozens of generations, every eldest son of the Yue family had been a servant of the Lord of Nothingness.
"The bloodline was passed down without a break."
"Your family has served an entity that never appeared for dozens of generations. Did it ever respond? Any form of response?"
Yue Teng was silent for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing. He asked what she meant by "response."
"Manifestation, blessing, divine message—anything that proves its existence."
Su Yuehe pressed the tip of her pen against the paper. She thought a faith lasting dozens of generations couldn't be based on nothing more than a hand-me-down oral tradition.
That would be too foolish.
Yue Teng lowered his head to stare at his restrained hands. The knuckles stood out sharply.
"There was."
He paused for several seconds before speaking again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
