When Bishop Lawrence approached to greet everyone, that persistent priestess Feilin once again sought out Luo Wei.
The moment she appeared, Evelyn eyed her like a thief, her gaze sharp and unwelcoming.
Luo Wei’s expression also darkened with annoyance. The words Feilin had spoken days ago had left Evelyn distressed for quite some time, and he had no fondness for this zealous follower of the church.
"Mr. Luo Wei..." Feilin approached with a complicated expression.
"Don’t tell me you’re here to persuade me to join the church again," Luo Wei said, glancing at her. "I’m an Anomalous Species—didn’t you already know that?"
"I’m well aware, but..." Feilin’s eyes were filled with uncertainty. No matter how she looked at it, she never expected an Anomalous Species to possess a divine affinity.
"There’s no 'but,'" Luo Wei said flatly. "If you’re here to repeat the same words, then please leave."
"That’s not it. There’s something else this time."
Feilin’s gaze lingered on Luo Wei, hesitating before she finally asked:
"Mr. Luo Wei... do you know the Holy Maiden of the Church?"
Luo Wei paused, then quickly shook his head.
"No, I’m not familiar with her."
"Really?" Feilin’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
Luo Wei remained expressionless. "As you can see, I’m an Anomalous Species. How could someone like me possibly know the noble and sacred Holy Maiden? You’re overthinking it."
Feilin only grew more puzzled. The Holy Maiden’s recent decree had included an unusual command—to keep a close watch on Luo Wei.
Not only that, but there was an additional task...
Feilin cast a doubtful glance at Evelyn, who was glaring at her. The Holy Maiden had also demanded information about the woman by Luo Wei’s side.
If Luo Wei was a divine favorite, it made sense for the Holy Maiden to take notice.
But why inquire about this Vampire? What use could she possibly be to the Holy Maiden? It was all too strange...
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Evelyn’s expression turned even colder.
"Nothing." Feilin averted her gaze, turning back to Luo Wei with a softer smile.
Luo Wei didn’t need her to speak to know she was about to start preaching again.
As he was mentally searching for an escape, Annie the housekeeper arrived, providing the perfect distraction.
"Miss Evelyn, and... Mr. Luo Wei."
Annie approached with a smile. "The Duke has finished his duties and asked me to bring you to him."
Relieved to finally shake off the persistent priestess, Evelyn exhaled. "Let’s go."
The Duke’s chambers were located in another castle, far quieter than the reception hall. As Luo Wei walked down the wide corridor, he noticed several elderly Vampires leaning against the railings, whispering among themselves. The moment they spotted Luo Wei and Evelyn, their voices fell silent, and their gazes locked onto them in unison.
"Those are some of the family elders," Evelyn murmured. "My father’s brothers and uncles."
"Mm." Luo Wei nodded, his eyes briefly scanning the faces of the old Vampires.
Their gazes crossed, and when Annie led the two a fair distance away, Luo Wei suddenly glanced back.
The elders were still staring at him, unblinking.
Luo Wei frowned. There was something unsettling about their expressions, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.
Lost in thought, he turned to Evelyn and asked a question that had been on his mind.
"The Vampire Clan has never been friendly toward humans, yet many human guests are attending this gathering. How does the Duke ensure their safety?"
Evelyn explained, "Normally, if a human trespassed on Vampire territory, the outcome wouldn’t be pleasant."
"But this is my father’s birthday banquet—a grand event for the Abraham family. The human guests are his allies, some even close associates of the Emperor. Their status is high, so during this time, he enforces strict rules. No member of the clan is permitted to harm any human guest."
"Rules?"
Evelyn nodded lightly. "Our family has integrated into the Empire. For the sake of stability, compromises must be made. Don’t worry."
"If any clan member dares to kill a human, my father will punish them with the same methods the Church once used against us—their limbs shattered, organs exposed, their Blood Core left under the scorching sun, denied any chance of recovery. They will suffer a slow, agonizing death. It’s the most terrifying punishment."
"That is indeed terrifying," Luo Wei murmured.
As they spoke, Annie led them to a door and knocked lightly.
"Come in."
A hoarse voice responded.
Annie opened the door, but when Helena tried to follow Evelyn and Luo Wei inside, she yanked her back.
"Ah—!"
The door closed behind them, leaving Helena pouting in protest while Annie remained expressionless.
Inside the room, Luo Wei saw Duke Victor seated behind his desk.
The master of Thornflower Castle looked remarkably aged, his face pale and deeply lined, far more weathered than his brothers and uncles outside.
Yet, from the contours of his features and the dignified air about him, it was clear he had been a strikingly handsome man in his youth.
The Duke’s eyes softened with warmth as he regarded his long-absent daughter. "After wandering for so long, you’ve finally come home."
Fifty years for a Vampire was akin to five years in a human’s life—still a significant span of time.
"I’m not here to stay," Evelyn shook her head. "I’ll be leaving once your banquet is over."
"Is that so..." The Duke’s expression dimmed with disappointment. "Wouldn’t you like to stay a little longer?"
"I have a job to return to!" Evelyn huffed. "Do you think I’m like those idle family members of ours?"
"That university teaching job?" The Duke gave her a puzzled look, still unable to grasp what appealed to her about it.
"Working day after day, the same routine for half a lifetime—what’s so good about that?"
Evelyn sighed. "Who actually enjoys working? But I need the money! Who else is going to support me? Buy me nice clothes..."
Then, as if remembering something, she suddenly glanced at Luo Wei.
"Oh, right. Now there’s someone to take care of me..."
Luo Wei chuckled. Evelyn wasn’t as difficult to maintain as he’d imagined—or perhaps it was because he wasn’t short on funds these days...
The Duke’s attention finally shifted to Luo Wei, and the faint smile on his face vanished instantly.
"So, you’re Evelyn’s boyfriend?"
Luo Wei felt the weight of a piercing stare as the Duke’s hawk-like eyes scrutinized him with stern intensity.
Strangely, the pressure from the Duke felt far greater than what he’d experienced from Charlton II.
Compared to this father-daughter pair, Ophelia and her father seemed more like strangers—Charlton II had never truly cared for her.
"Yes," Luo Wei replied with a smile, gently taking Evelyn's hand.
Evelyn's expression softened as she intertwined her fingers with his, facing her father with quiet confidence.
The gesture left no doubt about the intimacy and affection between them.
Duke Victor suddenly felt a pang of headache.
Rubbing his temples, he fixed his gaze on Luo Wei. "You're actually human, aren't you?"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
