Heglais Town, yet another overcast morning.
Luo Wei gazed out the window as sea winds carried a few raindrops onto the glass panes. The howling wind outside signaled an impending storm.
"Damn this wretched weather..." Luo Wei muttered, shifting his attention back to the magic book in his hands.
The sound of his voice stirred Helena, who had been peacefully sleeping against him. She blinked her eyes open groggily.
"Brother... what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Luo Wei replied with a smile, gently patting her head. "Go back to sleep."
"Mm..." Helena murmured, shifting into a more comfortable position as she lay on Luo Wei's lap.
In stark contrast to the dreary weather outside, the room was warm and cozy.
The fireplace crackled with a roaring flame, casting a soft glow as Luo Wei quietly read by its light. Helena had initially stayed by his side, watching him read, but eventually grew bored and dozed off.
It had been five days since they arrived in this town. Tilis had been busy planning their trip to the island, leaving little time to visit Luo Wei.
With nothing else to do, Luo Wei passed the time by studying magic.
The knowledge within *Gould's Book of Magic* was dense and difficult to comprehend. Normally, a few days would hardly be enough to master even a single spell, but Luo Wei wasn’t starting from scratch.
After containing Tilis in his first life, Luo Wei had formally studied magic. Though he had since lost his magical aptitude, he could still decipher the intricate and profound magical runes.
Tinkering with a mana crystal on the table, its deep blue glow flickered intermittently. Following the instructions in *Gould's Book of Magic*, Luo Wei had inscribed the simplest magical formula onto it. It wasn’t a "Ring" spell, nor did it belong to any of the historically renowned magical systems. Instead, it was the much-maligned "Crystal Magic," often dismissed as amateurish.
Luo Wei picked up the mana crystal, silently reciting the incantation over and over in his mind. He hoped he wouldn’t mess up when the time came to chant it aloud—otherwise, things could get messy.
The faint blue glow illuminated his face, its brightness momentarily startling Helena awake.
"Brother, are you finally going to perform magic?" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Shh—!" Luo Wei gestured for her to be quiet.
Helena immediately fell silent, curling up in his arms as she stared intently at the glowing mana crystal.
Under her expectant gaze, Luo Wei began to chant the long and arcane incantation. As the words left his lips, a barely perceptible ripple stirred in the air.
The water in the cup on the table seemed to vanish as if someone had taken a sip, gradually decreasing in volume.
At the same time, the humidity in the air increased, and a mist began to form around them, as though a real fog had rolled in.
Luo Wei’s heart leapt with joy.
"It worked!"
As soon as he spoke, the glow from the mana crystal faded, and the mist slowly dissipated.
Helena blinked in confusion as she observed the subtle changes.
"Brother..."
"Is that it?"
Luo Wei nodded. "Yes, this spell is called 'Mist Creation.' It’s over now."
"Oh..." Helena’s face fell, clearly disappointed. She had watched her brother study for days, expecting something more spectacular. Little did she know, for someone without any innate magical talent, this was already a remarkable achievement.
Moreover, she likely couldn’t fathom why Luo Wei had chosen to learn this particular spell first.
While "Mist Creation" was a harmless spell—barely more than a parlor trick in the magical world—it could become something far more potent when combined with certain elements...
With that in mind, Luo Wei began his second experiment. He retrieved a vial of *Suppression Potion* from his belongings and placed it on the table.
"This is..." Helena’s eyes widened with concern as she recognized the item.
Luo Wei gestured for her to stay calm, then, to her astonishment, cast "Mist Creation" once more.
The liquid in the *Suppression Potion* vanished entirely, dispersing into the air.
Soon, a dense fog filled the room, one that could effectively lower contamination levels.
Helena shrank back uneasily, disliking the pungent smell of the *Suppression Potion*.
Meanwhile, Luo Wei let out a sigh of relief. The experiment had finally succeeded.
This was exactly what he had aimed for. With this technique, he wouldn’t have to risk throwing the potion in someone’s face ever again...
In fact, he had drawn inspiration from the Great Smog of St. Kallen.
Seeing Helena’s discomfort, Luo Wei stood up and opened the window, allowing the acrid smell to gradually dissipate.
Just as he was about to jot down his findings in a notebook, a crimson figure vaulted through the window.
Evelyn appeared in the room in an instant, frowning at the lingering mist.
"What’s this smell? Luo Wei, what are you up to?"
"Teacher, could you please use the door next time? You nearly gave me a heart attack..."
Luo Wei sighed, handing her a towel as he noticed her damp hair.
"Don’t you know? True experts always use the window," Evelyn retorted, grumbling as she dried her hair.
Evelyn spent her days "gathering intelligence," often operating under the cover of night. This time, however, she didn’t rush to report her findings. Instead, she curiously examined Luo Wei’s experiment.
"Magic combined with alchemy? That’s an interesting approach. You’re pretty clever, aren’t you?"
She patted Luo Wei’s shoulder, her expression one of approval.
"It’s not all my doing. I owe a lot to your guidance, Teacher Evelyn," Luo Wei replied with a smile. He wasn’t just flattering her—Evelyn had indeed provided him with many valuable insights.
"Don’t get too cocky just yet," Evelyn said with a smirk. "If I were to think about it, there’s another way to approach this, one that’s more compatible with our blood magic combat style."
Luo Wei was intrigued. "Teacher, what’s your idea?"
Evelyn’s lips curled into a grin. "Want to learn?"
Of course, Luo Wei nodded eagerly.
Evelyn crossed her arms and tilted her chin up, her expression brimming with pride.
"Then beg me. If you can satisfy me, I might just teach you~"
Luo Wei stared at her silently. If Evelyn had a tail, it would undoubtedly be wagging triumphantly right now.
With a deliberately exaggerated tone, he replied, "Teacher Evelyn is the best teacher~"
"Look at how earnest and eager your student is! Surely, you wouldn’t let him down, would you?"
Evelyn snorted. "Don’t think sweet talk will work on me. That’s not enough!"
Luo Wei chuckled and guided her to the sofa. "How about a shoulder massage, then?"
Before she could refuse, Luo Wei’s hands were already kneading her shoulders.
Evelyn closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
"Mmm... not bad. A little harder!"
"Up a bit... down a bit..."
"Hey! Luo Wei, where are you massaging?"
"Sorry, Teacher!" Luo Wei apologized awkwardly. "You’re just too... well-endowed. I got the wrong spot..."
Evelyn shot him a suspicious glance.
How does a shoulder massage end up *there*?
Meanwhile...
A chilling presence emanated from a corner of the room, sending a shiver down both their spines.
Helena was glaring at them with a dark expression, twisting the head of her doll another turn.
Evelyn rolled her eyes at Luo Wei. "Alright, alright. I wasn’t planning to give you a hard time anyway. Stop trying to butter me up."
She stood up and walked back to the table, picking up the mana crystal inscribed with "Mist Creation."
Then, with a smile, she turned to Luo Wei.
"Watch closely!"

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?!

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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.”