She grabbed her hair, screaming in agony: "No! This can't be!!"
"You're lying to me! You must be lying! How could Miss Su be such a person!"
"No! Impossible!"
"Ahhhhh hahaha!!"
Tang Wenyu screamed, writhed in pain, wailed, convulsed, and twisted.
And the more she reacted this way, the more satisfied Wu Cheng became.
Suddenly, Tang Wenyu seemed to realize something, her eyes bloodshot, as she rasped at Wu Cheng: "Who... who are you? Why are you telling me all this? And why did you save us?"
Hearing this,
Wu Cheng stepped forward, removed his hood, and said with a gentle sigh: "Tang Wenyu, my master is a friend of the War God, so I don't want you to go down the wrong path."
"You must be wanting to see your husband."
"Don't worry, soon... your husband will be coming to Jiang City."
At these words,
An expression of disbelief washed over Tang Wenyu's face, with a glimmer of joy in her eyes: "Really?"
"That's right, and this is exactly why Su Muwan is so desperate to keep control over you and your daughter."
"The War God's power is terrifyingly extraordinary, so she's afraid he might reclaim the War God Command."
"But even the War God has a weakness, and that weakness is you and your daughter."
"That's why that poisonous woman Su Muwan has always wanted to keep you within her sight!"
Hearing this,
Tang Wenyu's expression gradually crumbled, becoming increasingly distorted, her eyes blood-red.
She dug her fingers into the ground.
Her whole being seemed to be caught in an endless struggle.
Then Wu Cheng delivered his final, crucial statement.
"Tang Wenyu, you wouldn't want anything to happen to your daughter, would you?"
As the words fell,
Boom!!
The maternal instinct kicked in, and Tang Wenyu instantly snapped back to her senses. She looked up at Wu Cheng, her eyes rimmed red, and said: "What do you want me to do?"
Seeing this,
Wu Cheng knew the matter was settled.
Even his master's backup plan of truly capturing Doudou to threaten Tang Wenyu and the War God wouldn't be necessary.
War God's wife, former Young Miss of the Tang family - what did it matter?
Heh, as long as you grab their weakness, anyone can be used by his master.
Indeed, emotions are the most useless things in this world.
Wu Cheng thought contemptuously, but outwardly, he slowly said: "It's very simple..."
Half an hour later.
Wu Cheng left.
Tang Wenyu returned home, still sobbing.
Then click~
She entered, locked the door in one smooth motion.
Then.
Swoosh!
Her sobbing expression instantly vanished, she blinked, then took out her phone and whispered: "Hello, Mr. Qin..."
"He believed it."
"Good."
Click, the call ended.
"Mommy, why are your hands so sweaty?"
Doudou, who had been waiting inside, looked up curiously and asked.
In truth,
Ever since that lunch when mom and Brother Qin Luo had spent time in the kitchen, she had seemed very nervous.
Only today did she finally seem to relax.
"It's... it's nothing."
Of course Tang Wenyu was nervous.
Or rather, this was her first time dealing with something like this.
Qin Luo actually wanted her to... be a double agent!!
This... she didn't know how!
Tang Wenyu was quite nervous.
Earlier, Qin Luo had told her that bad people might come looking for her and her daughter soon.
And they would say strange things.
Like how Young Miss Su was actually a poisonous woman whose real goal was the War God Command.
Or how Young Miss Su keeping them at the Su Corporation was actually to use them as leverage against her husband, the War God.
And even that if they continued staying there, both mother and daughter might be in danger, and Doudou might even be kidnapped to threaten them.
Sheesh... it all sounded so far-fetched.
Most importantly, would someone really come and tell her all these things?
Well.
Look at that, someone came today.
But.
As expected of Mr. Qin, he could even predict this!
Meanwhile, near Phoenix Forest Villa, Shen Fei and his men, seeing no danger, packed up and left.
Although Tang Wenyu was acting as a double agent, security still needed to be maintained.
....
....
Su family villa.
Qin Luo hung up the phone and yawned.
Hmm, done.
Well, since I'm bored anyway, might as well play along with your game, Shangguan Chuxue.
Just then,
Qin Luo blinked.
Right.
Time to find that T1 protagonist, looks like they're approaching their plot point.
Thinking this, Qin Luo, wearing an apron while mopping the floor, looked toward Su Muwan who was playing games on the living room sofa, and said: "Young Miss, I need to go out to find some talent, want to come along?"
"Oh no! No way! This young miss is busy!"
"Wahh! Damn! Why does this BOSS have two lives!"
"Ah! Dead again!"
"I'm so mad ahhhhh!!"
"Qin Luo bring me back some barbecue when you return~~~"
Hmm, still the same old Young Miss.
Qin Luo smiled, guess he'd go by himself then.
Evening.
Jiang City.
Inside Jiang City Martial Arts University.
A beautiful young woman looked haughtily at the bitter-faced young man before her, saying: "Chen Gong."
"You're just a student from the regular class."
"While I now..."
The woman said, touching her chest lightly, arrogantly continuing: "I've now advanced to the Martial Arts Class, so from now on, we're no longer from the same world."
"So, about you wanting me to be your girlfriend..."
"Don't even dream about it."
"After all..."
"How could a woman who has seen an eagle ever look at an ugly crow like you?"
As her words fell,
The crowd around them started jeering.
"Haha! Chen Gong is really a toad wanting to eat swan meat, doesn't he know Huang Xiaohui is our Brother Tao's woman from the Martial Arts Class?"
"Exactly, Huang Xiaohui and Brother Tao have both reached the Initiation Realm, and Brother Tao is about to reach the Mid Initiation Realm."
"They're a perfect match, golden boy and jade girl, while this Chen Gong is just a clown!"
Chen Gong listened to the mocking voices around him.
His heart was incredibly suppressed and broken.
He raised his head, a bitter smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at the woman who was once the love of his life and smiled bitterly: "Xiaohui, have you forgotten that you could advance to the Martial Arts Class completely because I worked part-time jobs to buy you Blood Qi Pills?"
"It's fine if you don't agree..."
"But why do you have to mock and humiliate me like this?"
This was a world where martial artists and ordinary people coexisted.
The academy was divided into Martial Arts Class and regular classes.
For regular class students to advance to the Martial Arts Class, they needed to reach a certain blood qi value.
Besides normal training and cultivation methods, there was another way, which was to take... Blood Qi Pills!
However, just one Blood Qi Pill cost 10,000, and its effects were minimal.
The money and effort Chen Gong spent to help the naturally untalented Huang Xiaohui advance to the Martial Arts Class were immeasurable.
But...
He originally thought this would win Huang Xiaohui's heart, but...
Why...
Why would she treat him like this? Even a little gratitude would have been enough...
Chen Gong hoped Huang Xiaohui still had some conscience left.
However,
Only to see,
Huang Xiaohui's face instantly twisted as if she had eaten something terrible.
She screamed: "Chen Gong!! Shut up!!"
"Accepting gifts ≠ Accepting you!!!!"
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
