In this special physical training room hidden on the second basement level of the clubhouse, a morning workout specifically tailored for the S-rank flexibility of the Little Sweetheart was taken to its absolute limits.
When Su Bai finally released the control ropes of the straps on the stainless steel rings, Ke Yujia, who was suspended in mid-air, fell limply into Su Bai's broad and sturdy embrace like a marionette drained of all its strength.
Her light pink training suit was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her skin. Her fair cheeks were so red they looked as if they might bleed, and even her breathing carried a faint, trembling note.
However, beneath this extreme exhaustion, Ke Yujia's clear, doe-like eyes sparkled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pride.
Just moments ago in mid-air, relying on over a decade of foundational dance training from her childhood, she had forcefully managed to cooperate with Su Bai to unlock several unimaginable suspended poses.
The sense of accomplishment from being completely controlled by her beloved man, while simultaneously using her unique advantages to thoroughly please him, greatly fulfilled the heart of this usually invisible girl.
"Phew... Brother Su Bai... Did Yujia pass?" she asked, burying her face in Su Bai's chest, her voice soft, sweet, and slightly hoarse.
"You didn't just pass, you got a perfect score."
Su Bai's eyes were filled with a deeply satisfied smile. He lowered his head, kissed her on the forehead, and carried her out of the room that was still thick with an intimate atmosphere.
After taking a refreshing warm shower, the two went to the sunlit restaurant on the first floor for breakfast.
Perhaps because the morning's workout had consumed too much of her energy, Ke Yujia only managed to eat two of her favorite crystal shrimp dumplings before becoming so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. Her little head bobbed up and down, much like a chick pecking at rice as she dozed off.
"If you're full, hurry back to your room and catch up on your sleep," Su Bai said, looking at her endearing and sleepy appearance while smilingly rubbing her hair.
"Mm... Then, Boss, I'll go up first..."
Ke Yujia nodded obediently. Dragging her legs that felt as heavy as lead, she slowly walked out of the restaurant and headed toward the residential area on the second floor.
Just as she reached the corner of the second-floor corridor, a familiar fragrant breeze wafted over her.
She saw Zhou Jialu walking toward her, wearing a burgundy silk nightgown and fluffy slippers, yawning lazily.
Her signature large, wavy curls cascaded down casually, and every movement she made exuded a mature, alluring charm.
"Oh my, isn't this our little Yujia?"
Zhou Jialu stopped in her tracks. Her captivating fox-like eyes looked up and down at the Little Sweetheart standing before her, whose legs were trembling and whose cheeks still bore a suspicious flush. The smile on Zhou Jialu's lips instantly turned teasing.
"It's so early in the morning, why do you look like all your tendons have been pulled out? What kind of exciting game were you playing downstairs with your Brother Su Bai just now?"
Stared down by Zhou Jialu's eyes that seemed capable of seeing through everything, Ke Yujia was startled and guiltily waved her hands in denial.
Various shameful props from that room and her own suspended poses in mid-air instantly flashed through her mind. How could she possibly have the nerve to tell anyone about such things!
"N-No... We weren't playing anything..." Ke Yujia stammered, taking a half-step back. In a moment of desperation, she suddenly remembered the excuse Su Bai had casually taught her in the bathroom earlier.
"We... We just went to the Hero's Trial Room!" Ke Yujia stuttered, throwing out this incredibly dramatic name.
"The Hero's Trial Room?"
Zhou Jialu froze for a moment, a puzzled look appearing on her stunningly beautiful face. "Since when did our clubhouse get such a dramatic room? What kind of tricks is my junior up to now?"
"I... I don't know! I'm too sleepy. Sister Zhou, I'm going back to sleep now!"
Taking advantage of Zhou Jialu's moment of distraction, Ke Yujia slipped past her like a frightened rabbit, scurried back to her own room, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Watching her fleeing figure, Zhou Jialu wasn't angry at all; instead, her interest was intensely piqued.
As the head manager of his team of female confidantes, she considered herself to know Su Bai's every move like the back of her hand.
This suddenly emerging Hero's Trial Room was clearly some kind of novel experience. To think it could actually torment Ke Yujia, who had practiced dance since childhood, into such a state?
The innate curiosity and competitive spirit in Zhou Jialu's bones were instantly ignited.
She turned and walked toward the elevator, directly pressing the button for the second basement level.
When Zhou Jialu arrived at the underwater stage pool area, Su Bai was leaning back on a lounge chair, holding a glass of iced coffee in his hand and looking at the stock market trends on his phone.
"Junior, you certainly seem relaxed and in a good mood."
Zhou Jialu walked over to the lounge chair and naturally straddled Su Bai's lap. The hem of her silk nightgown slipped down, revealing her fair, slender, and well-proportioned legs. She wrapped her delicate arms around Su Bai's neck, her breath smelling like orchids as she spoke: "I heard... that early this morning, you took our little Yujia to a place called the Hero's Trial Room?"
"What, you only think of letting the newcomer experience the good stuff, and completely forgot about your senior?" Her voice carried a mix of thirty percent resentment and seventy percent coquettishness.
Looking at this vixen who had willingly delivered herself to his doorstep, Su Bai put down his phone and naturally wrapped his arm around her slender waist.
"The Hero's Trial Room?"
A hint of a smile flashed in Su Bai's eyes. He hadn't expected that girl Ke Yujia to actually dare to use this excuse.
Sure enough, she was still as childlike as ever.
How cute.
"It's not that I'm playing favorites. The equipment in that room is quite special; it requires an extremely high level of core strength and body flexibility. Yujia is a professional dance student, so she could barely hold on." Su Bai deliberately looked Zhou Jialu up and down with a highly provocative gaze. "Senior, do you want to give it a try too? But... I'm afraid your stamina won't be able to handle it. Don't come crying and begging for mercy when the time comes."
Hearing these dismissive words, Zhou Jialu's unyielding spirit instantly flared up.
"I won't be able to handle it?"
Zhou Jialu proudly lifted her chin, her fox-like eyes sparking with confidence. "Junior, you're underestimating me way too much! I've practiced Pilates and yoga, after all. What's this little bit of flexibility to me? Let's go! Take me to see this so-called Trial Room of yours. Today, I want to see exactly who will be the first to beg for mercy!"
Seeing her act so blissfully unaware of the depths of what she was getting into, the wicked smirk on Su Bai's lips grew even more pronounced.
"Alright, you asked for this."
Five minutes later.
When Zhou Jialu was led by Su Bai into that special room lit with an ambiguous red glow, filled with hanging stainless steel rings and wide straps, the confidence on her face instantly froze.
However, before she could even think of backing out, Su Bai had already decisively locked the door behind them, scooped her up by her waist, and walked toward the straps in the center of the room.
"Junior... wait... I don't think I had breakfast today, I might have low blood sugar..."
"It's too late. Once the Hero's Trial begins, there are no rules allowing you to quit halfway."
The heavy, soundproof wooden door perfectly sealed away all the noises from within the room.
...
Less than twenty minutes later.
Click.
The door was opened once again.
The foxy senior, who just moments ago had been making bold claims and swearing to compete, was now like a puddle of melted spring water, being carried out of the room by Su Bai in a bridal carry.
"I can't take it anymore... Su Bai... you're a monster..."
Zhou Jialu leaned against Su Bai's chest, her body completely limp. Her wine-red silk nightgown was already a disheveled mess.
Her chest heaved violently, and her breathtaking, previously haughty face was now covered in a fine layer of sweat.
Most lethally, those foxy eyes that usually captivated people's souls had completely lost their usual sharpness. The corners of her eyes were flushed with an endearing red, and as her gaze shifted, it overflowed with an undeniable, melting affection and desire.
Obviously, in this Hero's Trial, this mature beauty, lacking sufficient core strength, couldn't last long in mid-air. She was completely defeated by the sense of weightlessness and Su Bai's fierce offensive, reduced to crying and begging for mercy.
"How about it, Senior?"
Su Bai carried her steadily toward the elevator. Looking down, he wickedly stole a kiss from her red lips and teased, "I told you your stamina wouldn't hold up, didn't I? It seems that in the future, such high-difficulty projects should be left to the professionals."
"You... you bastard..."
Zhou Jialu didn't even have the strength to hit him. Overcome with embarrassment, she could only bury her burning cheeks into the crook of Su Bai's neck like a defeated ostrich.
She had completely crashed and burned this time. But feeling the lingering, ultimate tremors still coursing through her body, an indescribable sense of surrender and infatuation welled up in the depths of Zhou Jialu's heart.
You have to admit, this Hero's Trial was actually pretty fun... Hey, I wonder how Shengsheng would fare playing this?
It seems Shengsheng's physical fitness is even worse than mine!

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

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?"