Night had fallen over Jiang City, with the sky shrouded in a thick blanket of clouds.
Only scattered lights outlined the silhouette of the city.
In the darkness.
A fleet of pitch-black sedans slowly pulled up at the entrance of the Yaoguang Corporation - the largest underground organization in the northern district of Jiang City.
The bright headlights illuminated nearly the entire grounds of the Yaoguang Corporation.
The corporation's guards at their posts frowned as they emerged, carrying clubs and weapons while squinting against the glaring lights.
They shielded their eyes from the headlights with their hands.
As they approached, they cursed angrily: "Damn it! Looking for trouble, huh? What's with these bright lights in the middle of the night!"
"Who the hell are you?! Don't you know this is the Yaoguang Corporation?!"
"Got a death wish or something?!"
"Everyone in those cars, get out now!"
"You've messed with the Yaoguang Corporation! You'll never show your faces in the North District again!"
Inside the car.
Qin Luo wore a black trench coat over a fitted navy blue shirt.
His collar was slightly open, striking a balance between casual and formal.
He wore black leather gloves on his hands.
Looking through the windshield at the scene before him, he turned to Su Muwan, who was focused on the situation, and smiled: "Young Miss, we've arrived."
"What lovely local customs they have here."
As for Su Muwan, she also wore a black trench coat, with a white silk shirt underneath that accentuated her long neck and cold beauty.
The business-mode Su Muwan: Activated!
Her expression was aloof as her red lips parted: "Why is this gate... closed?"
Qin Luo answered with a smile: "Because they're blocking it."
"Well then..."
Su Muwan nodded, her eyes flashing with coldness: "Zhu Lan, ram through it for your Young Miss."
"Yes, Young Miss."
With that.
Zhu Lan's actions were swift and decisive, flooring the accelerator.
Her movements were fluid and practiced, clearly something she'd done many times before.
In an instant.
BOOM!!
A tremendous roar shattered the night as the car charged like a wild beast straight toward the gates with no hesitation.
The other vehicles, showing perfect coordination, also rushed toward the blocked entrance.
This near-insane provocation.
Instantly stunned the Yaoguang Corporation's guards who had been ready to "reason" with their clubs.
They scattered in all directions, shouting in disbelief.
"Holy shit!! Are they crazy?!"
"What the hell! They're actually ramming through!!"
"Quick! Get out of the way! They're charging right in!!"
"What kind of lunatic group is this?! Where's their sense of reason?!"
The Yaoguang Corporation's guards panicked and fled in all directions.
CRASH!!
Accompanied by piercing sounds of metal.
More than a dozen black sedans broke through the gates unimpeded.
Then.
Under the shocked gazes of the Yaoguang Corporation's guards, the cars suddenly stopped in the courtyard beyond the gate.
Click! Click!
Car doors opened.
More than a dozen figures emerged from the vehicles in succession.
Shen Fei, Zhu Lan, Jiang Zixuan, Huang Lingfeng, and several other capable followers.
From one of the cars.
Qin Luo stepped out first, then held the door open, smiling: "Watch your step, Young Miss."
"Mm."
Su Muwan placed her hand on Qin Luo's gloved one as she stepped out of the car, her expression remaining cold and distant.
As Su Muwan appeared.
Some of the sharp-eyed guards who recognized her immediately cried out in terror.
"It's Su Muwan!!"
"Su Muwan is here!!"
Following these shouts.
The group of underlings began trembling in fear.
They all stared with difficulty at the fierce-looking woman with her cold, beautiful expression.
Holy hell!!
Su Muwan?!
She actually came to our North District?!
Qin Luo surveyed the shivering Yaoguang Corporation guards.
He couldn't help but admire Su Muwan once again.
In Jiang City, there truly wasn't anyone who didn't know of Su Muwan!
Thinking this, he smiled at the grand villain and said: "Young Miss, I see lights on the top floor, they must all be there."
"Shall we go up directly?"
Su Muwan nodded slightly at his words and said coolly: "Fine."
Indeed, the Young Miss was surprisingly quiet when handling official business.
During this time, all the Yaoguang Corporation guards kept their heads down, not daring to utter a single word.
No joke!
Compared to regular underground forces!
This Su Muwan was even more fearsome!
At least nowadays, apart from Song Ming, the "King of Rakshasas" who'd just gotten out of prison and didn't understand the rules, most underground forces would try to reason first.
But!
If you provoked Su Muwan, this poisonous woman, you'd definitely end up being thrown into the river to feed the sharks without mercy!
When they first joined the corporation, they were warned that in Jiang City.
There were two things you must never do.
First, don't bully ordinary people, or you'll go to jail.
Second, don't provoke Su Muwan, or you'll be shark food in the river.
They'd heard rumors that Su Muwan never parked her cars at the entrance, always preferring to park inside, and now they could see...
The rumors were actually true?!
If only they'd known it was her! They would have opened the gates!
Getting repairs approved for the corporation was such a hassle!
Requiring signatures from every department!
But... seeing how aggressive Young Miss Su was, who knew who would be in charge after today....
As for the current boss... well... good luck to you!
......
......
The main conference room of the Yaoguang Corporation was still brightly lit.
A man with a fierce expression stood in front of a large screen.
On the screen was a photo of Song Ming.
This man was none other than the supreme leader of the Yaoguang Corporation - Hong Yaoguang!
And those present in the conference room were not just anyone.
They were the leaders of all the major and minor underground forces in Jiang City's North District!
Since the Yaoguang Corporation was the most powerful, Hong Yaoguang usually took the lead in organizing such gatherings.
Looking closely, one could see that these seated underground bosses all carried themselves with a certain scholarly air.
After all, times had changed.
The underworld wasn't about fighting and killing anymore, it was about... relationships and cultivation of character.
The old ways of sworn brotherhood and talking about loyalty were outdated.
Now, any underground force with real power had reformed.
They'd all rebranded themselves as corporations.
Their subordinates weren't called brothers anymore, but rather... employees!
Their gathering today was focused on the man who had caused a major reshuffling of underground powers six years ago... Song Ming!
BANG!
Hong Yaoguang slammed his fist against the wall, roaring in anger: "Damn that Song Ming! How dare he show such disrespect for the rules!"
"You've all seen it!"
"Fresh out of prison and he's already using those old methods to seize territory on a massive scale. This behavior!"
"It's absolutely outrageous!"
After Hong Yaoguang finished.
A man with a sword scar across his face agreed angrily: "Exactly!"
"That dog Song Ming had my downtown branch completely trashed."
"He clearly wants to unite all of Jiang City's underground forces under him!"
"He's completely disrespecting us veterans!"
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
] [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!
