Daisy's mind suddenly cleared a little from Adel's manipulative influence.
She stared blankly ahead, lost in thought.
Zhou Yi didn’t know what had crossed her mind, but her expression had abruptly shifted.
"Daisy, what’s wrong?"
"There’s a problem troubling me, but I don’t know who to turn to for answers."
She had no one to rely on, no confidant to share her burdens with. Even when distress weighed on her, there was no one to listen.
Zhou Yi’s presence offered her a sliver of relief—a chance to catch her breath.
With a gentle smile, he reassured her:
"You can talk to me. Keeping worries bottled up isn’t good. Speaking them aloud helps, even if I can’t solve them. At the very least, I can be a good listener."
A faint smile touched Daisy’s delicate face. She couldn’t be sure of the intentions of other men around her, but this kind soul before her was different.
Daisy confessed her identity to Zhou Yi and revealed Adel’s plan to auction off her virginity.
Though the topic was shameful, it was an open secret among those present. Sooner or later, Zhou Yi would hear the truth from others’ whispers.
The answer ignited Zhou Yi’s fury.
"Daisy, you shouldn’t listen to him. He’s just using you."
"I can’t believe such a brother exists in this world. He doesn’t deserve to be called human."
"A nation’s survival shouldn’t rest on your shoulders."
Daisy lowered her eyes in sorrow.
"But I have no choice. The Duke of Y truly holds the power to decide whether our countries go to war again. I can’t bear to see more bloodshed on this land."
"Our royal family has failed to bring our people happiness, yet they still suffer endless wars. It shames me."
Zhou Yi wasn’t her. He couldn’t understand her resolve.
If Daisy were selfish, she could flee—but she wasn’t that kind of person.
Her heart belonged to her country and its people. She couldn’t abandon them.
"Daisy, I don’t understand. I respect your willingness to sacrifice for your nation, but not like this—not by enduring such humiliation."
"You’re a princess. How heartbroken would your mother be if she knew?"
Daisy’s eyes reddened instantly.
Biting her lip, she turned away. "What else can I do? If I leave, innocent people will suffer. I think... my mother would understand."
Zhou Yi patted her head. "Come with me, Daisy. Leave this banquet. Give yourself a moment to breathe. You look like you’re on the verge of collapse. Holding on like this isn’t helping anyone."
Daisy wavered.
After a final hesitation, she asked, "But where would I go? If I disappear, won’t there be chaos? How will my brother face them?"
Zhou Yi took her hand and stood. "That’s not your concern. Adel can figure it out himself."
He led her to Jones.
Jones had been conversing with a high-ranking official when she spotted Zhou Yi and Daisy approaching. Surprise flickered across her face.
After exchanging pleasantries with the official, Jones joined Zhou Yi in a secluded corner, casting a discreet glance at Daisy.
"Zhou, what’s going on...?"
"I’m taking Daisy away after the luncheon."
"What’s between you two? A date?"
Jones wasn’t pleased. Though she pitied Daisy, her fondness for Zhou Yi made it hard to watch him leave with another woman.
Zhou Yi chuckled helplessly and pulled out his phone, showing Jones some photos.
"Actually, Daisy resembles my late sister. Seeing her in this state pains me, so I want to help her escape."
Relief washed over Jones as she studied the images.
So that was why. No wonder Zhou Yi had asked about Daisy earlier.
Worried, she said, "I know you mean well, but have you considered how she’ll face her brother afterward? We can’t let impulse ruin her life."
Zhou Yi countered, "If it were you, would you rather leave with me or stay here to be taken by a stranger after the banquet?"
Jones paused. Perhaps she’d been too pragmatic, fearing consequences over Daisy’s immediate anguish.
"She needs this recklessness. Otherwise, she’ll never break free from Adel’s grip. Truthfully, Adel can’t do much to her. Compared to being violated by a stranger, would his scolding really be worse?"
Convinced, Jones sighed. "I just don’t want you dragged into this. It’s not your fight. But your actions only prove I was right about you."
Her eyes gleamed as she looked at Zhou Yi.
She hadn’t misjudged him.
In this entire banquet, he was the only man who’d reached out to Daisy.
If she were in Daisy’s place, she’d choose to leave with Zhou Yi too.
As for Adel’s wrath—that was a problem for later. At least Daisy would escape her ordeal for now.
"After lunch, take her through the back door. I’ll cover for you here and distract Adel, steering his attention elsewhere."
"Thank you, Jones."
"Don’t mention it. As a woman, I’m glad to help her."
Zhou Yi returned to Daisy and explained the plan. She nodded nervously.
"Go back now, before your brother notices. If he keeps his eyes on you, it’ll be trouble."
Daisy obeyed, slipping back to her secluded corner.
Luckily, Adel hadn’t noticed her absence.
Her heart raced—this was her first act of rebellion.
Like a golden canary about to flee its cage, she trembled with excitement and hope.
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
