The next day.
At the Jiang Family residence.
In the living room.
Wang Yong's waist gradually became slender, and his arms slowly turned as white as jade.
He placed a cup of tea in front of the panting divine doctor who was clutching his chest, and bit his lip gently, asking with concern: "Master... are you alright?"
"Didn't you say I would see results in two days? But... but why am I becoming stranger and stranger?"
Wang Yong felt like crying inside.
Why was this happening? Master had clearly said that after several acupuncture sessions, there would be noticeable changes.
Well... there were changes indeed, but... why was he becoming more and more like a girl?
The divine doctor's breathing seemed even weaker than before.
He waved his hand and lifted the teacup to take a small sip.
As the cool tea went down his throat, he finally recovered somewhat.
Then he looked helplessly at his delicate disciple beside him and said with a sigh: "My disciple... your master doesn't know why this is happening either..."
"With your master's skill level, symptoms like yours should have temporarily stopped after two days of treatment."
"But..."
The divine doctor's words became increasingly strange, and his expression grew more confused.
Could it be... that his powers were declining?
Perhaps it was due to his age?
At this moment.
Feng Yueke sneaked over stealthily, carrying a teapot.
She glanced at the weakened divine doctor.
Then looked at her increasingly feminine senior fellow disciple.
She secretly gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.
Well done, Feng Yueke.
Knowing that Master loves tea, you specially added the Power-Nullifying Water that Qin Luo gave you into it.
And this Power-Nullifying Water works really well. Even though it's been diluted so much, Master's energy is still steadily declining without anyone noticing!
Soon, Master will completely lose his powers and become useless!
While thinking this, Feng Yueke poured another cup of poisoned tea for the divine doctor and said sweetly: "Master, you must be tired from performing continuous acupuncture."
"Why don't you rest for a couple of days?"
Feng Yueke felt quite guilty saying this, but...
When she thought about how this was helping Master retire, and helping her senior fellow disciple escape his misery.
She silently encouraged herself again.
Come on, Feng Yueke.
You can do this.
Master and senior fellow disciple will understand.
Seeing how thoughtful Feng Yueke was, the divine doctor felt quite comforted. He took another sip of tea and sighed: "Xiao Ke, you're always so considerate of your master."
"Unlike certain disobedient disciples who still want me to perform acupuncture even when I'm this exhausted."
The divine doctor glanced at Wang Yong and snorted coldly: "This old man needs to rest for two days. Wang Yong, your treatment will be temporarily suspended."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yong started sobbing pitifully: "Master, how could you treat me like this? I'm worried that if we delay, I'll... I'll... *whimper*..."
Feng Yueke was secretly delighted at the sight. Hehe, senior fellow disciple's personality is becoming more and more feminine too.
Ahem, of course that's not why I'm happy.
It's because as long as he can't change back, that vixen Jiang Xueqi won't have any chance to be with senior fellow disciple!
Suddenly.
Feng Yueke seemed to remember something and pulled out an invitation from her pocket, handing it to the divine doctor: "Oh right, Master."
"This invitation is from that vixen Jiang Xueqi this morning. She asked me to pass it to you. It's about some competition her brother is participating in, and they're inviting you to be a judge."
Hearing this.
The divine doctor became interested: "Let me see it."
"Oh."
.....
.....
At the Su family villa.
"Haa~~"
"Qin Luo, do we have any plans for today?"
Su Muwan, who had spent the whole night thinking about what to do with Qin Luo after confessing, came downstairs while yawning.
She looked at the charismatic Qin Luo.
Secretly giving a thumbs up.
(๑＞ڡ＜)☆
Hehe....
Very good, if I really get together with Qin Luo, then I can openly use his..... ahem.
Anyway, not sure yet, we'll see.
Meanwhile, Qin Luo first inexplicably glanced at his loyalty value which had increased to 490.
Then he looked at Su Muwan, while placing the prepared breakfast on the dining table, he smiled and said: "Young Miss, didn't I recruit two talented individuals yesterday? I was thinking about bringing them to meet you."
Recruit talented individuals?
Why did Qin Luo use such strange wording?
Wasn't it supposed to be helping people in need?
Although Su Muwan was puzzled for a moment, she didn't think too much about it and waved her hand: "Oh, I trust you completely with these things, you can decide what to do."
Hearing this, Qin Luo smiled slightly, this feeling of being trusted... felt really good.
Seeing the smile on Qin Luo's face, Su Muwan was also happy about her own cleverness.
That's right, she should trust Qin Luo unconditionally like this, this way she could bring him warmth.
This would create a positive cycle in their master-servant relationship.
Su Muwan, you've really grown again.
Qin Luo nodded with a smile and said: "By the way, Young Miss, this morning Zhu Lan said there was an invitation in our courtyard mailbox."
"I brought it, would you like to take a look?"
As he spoke, he took out an invitation made of special material with a golden fist seal in the center of the cover.
"An invitation?"
"Which place is inviting this young miss to a banquet now?"
Su Muwan took the invitation with suspicion.
She had noticed that almost all the families in Jiang City seemed to have nothing better to do.
If they weren't holding family banquets, they were on their way to birthday celebrations.
*Rip~*
As the invitation was opened, it read in neat handwriting:
[Dear Miss Su Muwan,]
[The International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament will officially begin in half a month, and you are invited as an honored guest.]
[If you are willing, please designate one person to be a judge for the selection tournament. He (she) will score the contestants as a judge, while you will enjoy the passionate clashes between warriors from the best viewing platform.]
[Martial Arts Alliance·Seal]
The International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament.
This was a globally renowned competition that gathered elite warriors from military forces around the world.
Only someone like Tiger Commander could barely qualify to compete........uh... Tiger Commander?
Why did she think of him? And why does this name sound so familiar?
Su Muwan thought for a moment, then... twitched her eye.
Oh, she remembered.
Previously, to test if Qin Luo was a T0 destined one, she deliberately went to cause trouble at Jiang Xueqi's company.
During that time, Tiger Commander was thoroughly humiliated by Qin Luo.
Tsk.... come to think of it.
In her previous life, no one invited her to this event.
Why was she invited in this life?
How strange....
Never mind.
Su Muwan shook her head. Since there weren't any problems in her previous life, there definitely wouldn't be any problems in this life.
Anyway, lately all she did was watch dramas and show off her snacks and chips, it would be nice to go out and have some fun!!
Besides, Qin Luo would just be a judge, he couldn't possibly cause any trouble!
Thinking this, Su Muwan looked at Qin Luo, handed him the invitation, and said: "Qin Luo, you'll accompany me to this event in half a month, let you experience what it's like to be a judge."
As Su Muwan's words fell.
The system prompt also arrived.
[Ding ding~]
[Detected "Divine Doctor Descends" plot!]
[Please perform dog-like actions towards the divine doctor and his disciples at the International Warrior Corps Selection Tournament!]
[Reward: Poison Spread (your poison attacks will spread to those you mark as enemies, this poison will carry the special effects of your attacks)]
Looking at the reward, Qin Luo's lips curled into a slight smile.
Tsk tsk, isn't this just a perfect AoE damage skill?
Young Miss, I love it.
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.”
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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
