Wang City.
The sky, which had been oppressive all day, gradually cleared and became refreshing.
The streets slowly returned to order.
People yawned as they stepped out onto the streets.
Two office workers walked together, yawning and chatting.
"It's so strange. I'm usually not that irritable, but yesterday it was like I was possessed, running around the streets like a madman."
"Same here. I heard from a friend that his colleague, who was pulling an all-nighter, barged into their boss's house and woke him up while he was still half-asleep."
"Damn! That's harsh. I thought stopping cars with your body was already extreme."
"There's even crazier stuff. Last night, riots broke out on other streets, with a group of people holding up signs and protesting!"
"Protesting? What were they protesting?"
"It was... 'Down with the evil Su Muwan!'"
"?? Hey! You know what, now that you mention it, I had a dream where Su Muwan smashed the car I bought on loan, and I woke up the next day filled with rage!"
The affected people felt as if they had just woken up from a dream.
It was as if yesterday's possession was just a nightmare, and now they were awake... though there was still a lingering aftereffect.
At that moment.
Two or three members of the Cleaners, dressed in black combat suits, passed by.
Listening to the chatter of the crowd.
One of them curled his lips, wiped the longsword in his hand, and sighed, "What a shame. I didn’t even get to make a move before the evil spirit was gone."
"Cut it out. If you really encountered an evil spirit, you’d be scared stiff."
"How could that be? The evil spirits these days are nothing. How strong could they be?"
"You were off duty yesterday, so you didn’t see how terrifying those possessed people were. Their heads were flying off their bodies!"
"But it’s all fine now. Last night, a big shot stepped in and purified the evil energy!"
"Even the ordinary spirits in the center of Wang City are gone."
Hearing this, the skeptical one took out a detection device—a small, calculator-like portable instrument used by the Cleaners to detect spirits.
He turned it on and said, "That impressive? I don’t believe it."
As he showed it to the other two, the indicator on the device began to climb rapidly, starting from 0.
"?"
The three exchanged glances. "Is this data even possible?"
The next second.
Bang!
The needle hit its limit, and the device exploded.
??
The three looked up at the cloudless, calm sky.
It didn’t look like there were any evil spirits around. Was the machine just broken?
"Great, another one broken. Stop messing around and let’s keep patrolling."
"Today, the captains are all at the airport for the arrival."
"Arrival?"
"Yeah, over a hundred Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain are coming. I heard there’s an evil spirit capable of destroying the world hiding in Wang City, and the chaos from the past couple of days was its doing."
"Come on, that’s just nonsense. Evil spirits? I think we should be more concerned about that arrogant Su Muwan running rampant in Wang City. I heard she’s already extorted half the families here."
"Tell me more."
As they chatted, the trio passed by an outdoor café.
Seated at a table were three people.
Su Muwan, who had been happily eating a sundae, froze.
She slowly raised an eyebrow, then widened her eyes in disbelief as she watched the three swagger away.
"Excuse me?!"
"Are they out of their minds?!"
"What on earth did I do to them?!"
Su Muwan was stunned.
Can anyone explain this?
I just came to the city for breakfast this morning, and suddenly I’m hearing people badmouthing me?
Extortion?
Ask those families—didn’t they beg to hand over their money with smiles on their faces?
Su Muwan trembled with anger. Despite the summer heat, her heart felt cold.
Qin Luo watched Su Muwan, who was both furious and devouring her sundae, with an amused smile.
A young lady venting her anger with sweets—utterly adorable.
However, he had also picked up on a crucial piece of information.
The Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain...
had indeed sent over a hundred people.
Qin Luo found it particularly intriguing.
The target of these Taoists...
was sitting right in front of him, innocently eating an ice cream sundae.
Su Muwan chewed angrily, muttering, "Slander, pure slander."
"I haven’t caused any trouble since I arrived in Wang City!"
"This is how rumors start! What a bunch of jerks!"
"Qin Luo, don’t you agree?"
Qin Luo nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
"It might have something to do with my upbringing."
"I never slander anyone."
?
Su Muwan glanced at Qin Luo, then went back to eating her sundae.
I seem to recall you claiming someone groped you back in Jiangcheng.
That little streamer you accused is now a minor influencer, selling anti-spy and anti-slander tutorials.
Beside them.
Su Bailian elegantly sipped her coffee.
The air in Wang City was fresh and invigorating.
The coffee in Wang City was smooth and rich.
The people of Wang City...
She glanced at her phone, filled with notifications, and smirked.
Dumb but rich.
Ah~~ Too bad I can’t ask that Taoist master to calculate my fortune or give my dog, Boqi, a reading.
But finding a competent Taoist to do a reading wouldn’t be bad either~~
Oh, and one more thing.
Su Bailian pretended to sip her coffee while subtly observing Qin Luo and Su Muwan from the corner of her eye.
That’s right!
The main reason Su Bailian, despite her fear, insisted on tagging along as the third wheel was to figure out the relationship between Qin Luo and Su Muwan!!
What?
You ask what she’ll do with that information?
What’s wrong with just wanting to gossip?
Hehe, Sister Su, let me see what you and Qin Luo are up to these days!!
"Damn white lotus, what are you staring at?!"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Anyway! For now, I’ll just observe in secret!
.....
.....
Wang City Airport.
A large group of individuals in Taoist robes entered the VIP passage.
The massive crowd, all dressed in identical Taoist robes, moved in unison.
Some had calm expressions, others looked excited, and a few... were clutching their chests, clearly suffering from motion sickness.
The hundred-strong Taoist contingent immediately drew the attention of the airport crowd.
Click, click~!
Flashbulbs went off.
"No photography allowed here. Please delete the photos. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Okay."
"Also delete them from your recently deleted and recycle bin."
"Got it."
In the reception hall.
The captains of the Wang City branch of the Martial Arts Alliance and the Cleaners department were all present to greet the arrivals.
Over a hundred elite Taoists from Dragon Tiger Mountain had descended.
Even the well-traveled among them couldn’t help but feel awed.
Look at them!
These pure and righteous Taoists!
They’re the perfect allies in the fight against evil spirits!
Although...
The evil energy had already been dealt with.
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?"
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
