Everyone at the banquet trembled in fear.
No one dared to provoke Song Ming at this moment.
"Su Muwan, we respect you as a real fighter.
You even dared to mess with Song Ming's sister."
Because of what happened to his sister, Song Ming had lost his appetite.
He left alone with a gloomy face.
He didn't let his subordinates drive, choosing to go by himself, as he wanted to check on his sister's condition as soon as possible.
Most importantly...
He wanted to!
Go directly after Su Muwan!! And beat her until she's crippled!!
However...
Just as he got in the car.
Song Ming's expression suddenly changed.
His right hand shot backward.
Bang!!
He precisely grabbed someone's throat.
Due to his extreme anger, his grip was so tight that it seemed he would crush the person's throat.
"Who are you?"
Song Ming growled in a low voice, filled with suppressed rage.
Seeing no response from the person, Song Ming used his strength.
He pulled the person from the back seat to the front.
In the dim car light, Song Ming clearly saw the person's appearance.
It was... a man in black robes.
The black-robed man spoke in a hoarse voice, completely unfazed by his current situation. He just looked at Song Ming meaningfully and slowly said, "As expected of the Rakshasa King, your perception is as strong as my master said."
"Your master?"
Song Ming frowned and said in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"
The black-robed man chuckled, "Heh, don't be hasty, Rakshasa King. I'm here to deliver a message from my master."
As he spoke, he took out a small speaker.
The next moment.
An unprocessed female voice came through.
"Hehe, Song Ming, forgive my subordinate's rudeness."
"However, I believe you won't refuse the deal I'm about to propose."
And with this voice's appearance.
Song Ming's expression changed dramatically, and he almost screamed, "Shangguan Chuxue?!"
Then.
He quickly looked around, lowered his voice, and slowly said, "What exactly do you want to do?"
As he spoke, he also released the man in black.
Shangguan Chuxue's voice continued, "It's simple. I've found a very interesting opponent in Jiang City."
"Oh, you know her too. She just happened to beat up your sister~~"
"Hmm~ quite badly too."
Hearing this, Song Ming guessed the person's identity, his gaze darkening: "Su Muwan? She's your new target?"
For some reason.
When he learned that Shangguan Chuxue had targeted Su Muwan as her new prey.
Song Ming... wasn't as angry anymore.
Instead, he felt a hint of mockery towards Su Muwan.
Heh.
Shangguan Chuxue was an extremely dangerous woman.
He had witnessed this six years ago.
Or rather...
The main reason the Rakshasa Palace could be established was actually because of Shangguan Chuxue's behind-the-scenes manipulation.
And his ability to enter the world's most brutal prison for six years to learn martial arts there.
Actually... was also Shangguan Chuxue's secret operation.
It could be said that he had an inherent wariness towards this woman.
If not necessary, he didn't want to cooperate with her.
But.
Song Ming calmed down.
If someone could be considered worthy as Shangguan Chuxue's opponent, then this Su Muwan definitely couldn't be underestimated!
He really had been blinded by rage, and might have nearly fallen into a trap.
Thinking this, he calmly said, "Tell me your plan."
"Heh, it's simple. Do you know about the War God?"
"Of course... six years ago, he was a peak-level warrior who pacified the borders, but due to one battle, his powers greatly diminished."
"Perhaps now... many in the War God Temple want him dead."
Hearing this, Shangguan Chuxue gave a light laugh: "The War God has a wife and daughter who work under Su Muwan."
"Most importantly... Su Muwan has the War God's Command Token."
"And the War God... maintains a cautious attitude towards Su Muwan."
"I've already sent my people to the War God and his family."
"My plan is as follows..."
Half an hour later.
Song Ming's expression was shocked.
He hesitated and said, "Is that Su Muwan really worth you spending so much effort to play such a game?"
"Heh, of course."
Shangguan Chuxue's voice carried a mysterious meaning: "I'm very good at reading people. She... is the same kind as me."
"So, Song Ming, if you act alone, you'll definitely suffer the biggest setback of your life, just like the Dragon King of the Dragon King Palace and the Divine Doctor."
"To deal with this kind of person... only... cooperative win-win will work."
Hiss!
Hearing this, Song Ming took a deep breath.
He didn't believe Su Muwan had such capability, but he believed in this dangerous woman, Shangguan Chuxue.
Therefore!
"Fine, I'll cooperate with you."
"Hehe, that's the wisest decision you've ever made."
.....
.....
Su Family residence.
Living room.
"Achoo!"
Su Muwan, who had been thinking about doing something proper this morning, suddenly sneezed.
She alertly raised her head, feeling that someone must be talking about her again.
"Young Miss, here's a tissue."
Qin Luo walked over, pulled out a tissue, and held it to Su Muwan's nose.
"Mmm—swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh~~"
Su Muwan felt better.
Qin Luo helplessly said, "Young Miss, didn't you say you were going to recruit members for our forces?"
"Why are you playing games again?"
As he spoke, Qin Luo looked at the black monkey on the TV screen.
This was a new game he bought for Su Muwan today, called Black Myth: Wukong.
But because the name was too long, and the protagonist was a monkey.
So Su Muwan always called it...
"Eh~ but I just want to play Monkey God now~"
Su Muwan swayed her body.
Tomorrow's matters could wait until tomorrow; right now, she just wanted to play.
"Sigh."
Qin Luo sighed.
Well, looks like he'd have to search for talent himself.
After all....
His newly acquired reward [Iron Blood Leader (Will increase the morale of all force members, doubling their combat power)]
Had an extremely powerful effect.
A mysterious look appeared in Qin Luo's eyes.
The more people they had, the stronger this title's benefits would be.
Currently, their somewhat serious force members included... the Situ Family, Jiang Zixuan, Huang Lingfeng, Huang Lingyu, and the Divine Doctor and his disciples.
The Divine Doctor himself didn't have much influence; those big families only gave him face because of his medical skills, so they couldn't be counted as force members.
So... the numbers were still too few.
These underworld forces were expanding far faster than them.
In that case.
Qin Luo looked at the loyalty value panel.
725, this was the amount accumulated from that night until now.
Hmm.
Enough.
He mentally commanded.
"Little Dog, spend it all to search for... A-rank or above talent!"
[Yes, master!]
[Starting search now!]
[.....]
[Found one person, cost 100 loyalty points!]
[Chen Gong, T1 protagonist of "When You Ignored My Love Before, Why Are You Crying Now That I've Stopped Chasing?"]
Hmm? So it's even possible to find protagonists?
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
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?"
