The fifth floor, the entertainment deck.
Su Bailian sat gracefully on a crystal chair, sipping champagne.
Her eyes slightly closed, she let out a comfortable hum.
Mmm~
Such an elegant environment.
Only fitting for someone as refined as me.
"Damn it!!"
Suddenly.
A sharp scream pierced the air, making Su Bailian's eye twitch.
Mmm, if only that troublemaker Su Muwan weren’t here.
*Clack clack clack!!!*
"What kind of rigged pachinko machine is this?! How come I keep losing every time?! I’m going to file a complaint!!"
Su Muwan slammed her hand against the glass in frustration.
As she hit the machine, she yelled, "Just one win! Let me win just once!! If I don’t win soon, I’ll buy this entire cruise ship and throw all these pachinko machines into the ocean!!"
Qin Luo stood nearby with a smile, glancing subtly at someone observing from the shadows before turning his attention back to Su Muwan. "Miss, gambling in moderation is fun, but overdoing it can ruin your life. Maybe it’s time to call it a day."
"No! I refuse to believe this stupid machine can keep taking my money! I’m going to see how much it can swallow!!"
Su Muwan plopped back down, determined, and began playing the pachinko machine again.
*Clink clink clink!*
As the small steel balls cascaded down, Su Muwan became completely absorbed in the game.
The surrounding area was eerily empty.
Most people had fled to the other side, trembling and afraid to make any noise.
Qin Luo chuckled softly and shook his head, standing behind Su Muwan.
If the young miss was so passionate about this, he might as well let her have her fun.
As soon as Qin Luo had this thought.
In just a moment.
"Congratulations!!"
Exaggerated special effects and flashing lights erupted from the machine.
"I won?!"
"I got it all back in one go!!"
Su Muwan was stunned for a moment, then leaped to her feet in excitement.
She pointed at the screen showing her winnings and turned to Qin Luo with shining eyes. "Qin Luo, look!"
"Indeed, as expected of the young miss."
"Hmph! Of course!!"
Su Muwan, now exhausted from playing, checked the time and realized the wedding ceremony was about to start.
She stretched lazily and walked over to Su Bailian. "Qin Luo, can you ask if we should head to the banquet hall now?"
Qin Luo followed behind Su Muwan, catching the faint, alluring fragrance that wafted from her hair as she walked.
He nodded and said, "It’s about time, Miss."
On Su Bailian’s side.
As soon as she saw Su Muwan approaching, she straightened her posture.
Clearing her throat, she put on a sweet smile and said, "Sister Su, tired from playing? I’ve prepared some drinks and snacks for you!"
Su Muwan glanced at the table full of fruits and snacks, rolled her eyes, and leaned against a nearby chair. "Su Bailian, can you act normal for once?"
Su Bailian blinked innocently. "Oh, but I’m always like this."
"Ha."
Su Muwan’s eye twitched, and she immediately reached out to pinch Su Bailian’s cheek, squeezing it hard. "Wow, our little Lian’s skin is so soft and smooth!"
"Ouch!!"
Su Muwan!! You little witch!!
Su Bailian cursed inwardly, her face scrunching in pain.
"Are you cursing me in your head?"
"N-no! Not at all!"
"Does it hurt?"
"No! It doesn’t hurt at all!"
"What? It doesn’t hurt?! Are you mocking me for not having any strength?!"
"??"
Such a harmonious scene.
Qin Luo nodded, moved by the sight.
At that moment.
He sensed the presence of the Ten Thousand Demon Banner and Xiao Mo.
He glanced in a certain direction.
There.
The figure of the previous Celestial Master, Zhang Tianquan, appeared on the deck.
Qin Luo looked at him, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes.
Looks like there’s going to be some fun tonight.
Meanwhile, Suan Tianxing stood by the window, frowning as he gazed at the sky.
Apart from keeping an eye on Su Muwan, he had also noticed the strange weather outside.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, with thunder rumbling in the distance. He muttered to himself, "Dark clouds follow, thunder roars."
"Such an unusual phenomenon... it must be related to that evil spirit."
Powerful evil spirits often had the ability to alter the weather.
And on this ship, who else but Su Muwan, the great evil spirit, could have such power?
His expression grew serious as he tightened his grip on the talisman in his hand.
A golden light appeared, and he spoke in a deep voice, "Evil be banished, protection formed."
"By the power of this talisman... no evil shall pass!!"
*Whoosh!*
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suan Tianxing threw the talisman into the air. It spun around before transforming into a radiant light that enveloped the entire cruise ship.
Only then did he feel slightly reassured.
The barrier was now in place, capable of warding off weaker evil spirits.
This way, Su Muwan wouldn’t be able to summon her kind for assistance!
Although my Celestial Eye is temporarily destroyed, and I can’t see your true form, the aura of malevolence you emit is not something an ordinary person can withstand.
At that moment.
"Disciple."
Zhang Tianquan walked over, his steps steady. Seeing Suan Tianxing’s worried expression, he shook his head and comforted him, "There’s no need to be so tense."
"Our enemy is just one person, while we have a hundred elite disciples from Dragon Tiger Mountain."
"No matter how strong the opponent is, they’re no match for us."
"Moreover..."
Zhang Tianquan reached out and patted Suan Tianxing’s shoulder, looking at him earnestly. "The fact that the Grand Celestial Master only sent us means that this battle is well within our capabilities."
"You are the first non-family Celestial Master in Dragon Tiger Mountain’s history, as well as the most talented and youngest Celestial Master."
"It’s your duty to lead the charge and vanquish this evil spirit!"
Suan Tianxing felt much better after hearing this.
He nodded without much thought and said, "Thank you, Master."
Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "By the way, Master, didn’t you notice something earlier? What was it?"
Zhang Tianquan shook his head. "It was nothing. I must have been mistaken."
"Let’s not dwell on it. I’ll go discuss the banquet arrangements with the other family heads. Keep an eye on Su Muwan."
"Understood."
Suan Tianxing nodded.
As he watched Zhang Tianquan walk away, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.
His master was usually very strict.
But in critical moments like this, he was surprisingly kind and comforting.
I can’t let him down!
Speaking of which...
Is Master getting old? How could he mistake an evil spirit?
However.
What Suan Tianxing didn’t know was.
As Zhang Tianquan walked away, he slowly raised his hand.
A flicker of flame gradually dissipated in his palm.
Zhang Tianquan’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Humans have three flames.
One on the left shoulder, one on the right shoulder, and one on the top of the head.
Suan Tianxing, after all, wasn’t an old Taoist like him. With his Celestial Eye, he could see through all illusions and resist the invasion of evil spirits.
So... extinguishing one of his flames would make it easier to deal with him later!!
As for Su Muwan and her lackey...
Xiong Ha, possessing Zhang Tianquan’s body, glanced subtly in their direction.
But suddenly.
He quickly averted his gaze, a chill running down his spine.
The reason was simple...
That lackey named Qin Luo... had been staring at him the entire time!
What’s worse, Qin Luo also exuded an aura that made him feel fear.
Damn it.
These people are all monsters!
Xiong Ha cursed silently, then hurried away.
Just you wait!
Once the Ten Thousand Demon Banner devours everyone’s souls!!
Even you, Su Muwan, won’t stand a chance against me!
Qin Luo retracted his gaze from Zhang Tianquan, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Miss."
"Yes?"
"It’s time to head to the banquet hall."
"Alright~"
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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.
