The video was shot really well—great angles, clear lighting, professional quality.
Watching the short clip, Lan Ruoxi's eyes curved into crescents from smiling. Beside her, An Yi's face turned ashen.
These days, who doesn’t have the habit of scrolling through short videos? A trending video with that kind of explosive reach—An Yi felt like he was doomed.
Noticing An Yi's expression, Lan Ruoxi faintly understood something, the joy in her eyes dimming slightly. She gazed at the scene in the video where she and An Yi were embracing, a small smile tugging at her lips as she saved the clip.
Then, she opened her contacts.
"Hello, President Lan, what can I do for you?" Wang Yuan's voice came through.
"Director Wang, the username 'A Flash of Green Light' is yours, right? Please delete the video first. An Yi prefers to keep a low profile, and now that it's gone viral, it’ll make him uncomfortable," Lan Ruoxi said softly.
Wang Yuan quickly replied, "My apologies, President Lan. I overlooked that. I’ll delete it right away."
"Good. Also, have President Ding contact the PR team to suppress the video’s popularity."
After hanging up, Lan Ruoxi turned to An Yi with a playful smile. "I thought you might not like the attention, so I had them delete it. You’re not upset with me, are you?"
"Of course not."
An Yi exhaled in relief.
"Good job, sis!"
"Let’s go."
Lan Ruoxi grinned mischievously and took An Yi’s hand. He pulled her into an embrace, apologetic. "Ruoxi, I... I might not be able to stay with you tonight."
"I know. I heard the call earlier. It’s fine. Just having you with me today made me really happy."
Lan Ruoxi blinked, smiling.
Meanwhile, at the An family company gathering hall...
"Damn, Yuan, you’re amazing! Never knew you were this good at filming. This level of skill is top-tier in the country."
Ding Renfeng, reeking of alcohol, slung an arm around Wang Yuan’s shoulders.
"Learned it just for this video. Cost me 200."
Wang Yuan sighed, speaking in terms Ding Renfeng didn’t understand.
Watching his follower count skyrocket, likes and comments flooding in—his notifications were all 99+ within just two hours—Wang Yuan hesitated before finally deleting the video.
"Two hundred points of Misfortune Value for this filming skill... Wasn’t easy, you know."
Hu stared curiously at Wang Yuan. "Hey, Wang, your head’s looking a bit green."
Wang Yuan touched his head and snapped, "The hell it is! You’re the one who’s green!"
"Oops, my bad. Must be the lighting."
"Watch your words, or I’ll lose it!"
Wang Yuan loosened his tie, flashing a confident grin.
He was a changed man now.
Fresh out of college, still in his internship, yet already a director at the An family company with a million-yuan salary.
No longer the pathetic simp he once was—now women chased him!
Lately, a female intern from the marketing department, around his age, had been subtly flirting with him.
Wang Yuan knew it—his golden era had arrived. The streak of misfortune was finally over.
A shame, really. He wouldn’t need that "Cuckold System" anymore.
Ding! Misfortune Value +1000!
Wang Yuan, mid-sip of red wine, spat it out at the familiar system prompt.
"Something’s off... That number..."
He frantically scanned the room, searching for the source—then his eyes nearly bulged out.
That pretty intern he’d been eyeing, the one he was practically dating, was in a dim corner making out with some scruffy, middle-aged man.
The man wasn’t behaving either, his hands wandering shamelessly. What exactly he was groping for, Wang Yuan couldn’t bear to watch.
He’d been cuckolded. Again.
As Wang Yuan clutched his head and crouched down, Hu adjusted his round glasses. "Yo, Yuan, what’s up?"
Wang Yuan groaned. "Nothing. Just feeling... green."
At the Qin family villa...
Dozens of black-suited bodyguards stood armed at the entrance, tense and alert.
Only one man faced them.
Wild crimson hair, a massive halberd in hand, radiating an overwhelming aura of bloodlust. Yet this lone figure exuded pressure like an entire army.
The bodyguards’ legs trembled, their gun hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Lin Chen, you little rat! Hand over the token to your grandpa Han Liang, and I’ll spare your life!"
The halberd-wielding youth grinned, slamming his weapon down—the ground cracked beneath it.
"My tiles! They were just laid a few days ago!"
Uncle Fu winced at the damage.
"Uncle Fu, who is this guy? Is he strong?"
Qin Yao’s voice quivered as she whispered.
Uncle Fu’s expression darkened. "Han Liang. Son of Han Lie, the lecherous patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect. Ranked 16th on the Hidden Dragon List. Rumor has it his true strength places him within the top 200 of the Heavenly Rankings."
"Then... Lin Chen’s in real danger?"
Qin Yao paled.
She vaguely recalled Lin Chen’s ranking on the Hidden Dragon List being much lower.
Uncle Fu wiped his sweat. "Young Miss, there’s a secret passage under these tiles leading to the garden’s back gate. If things go south, run for it."
Qin Yao clenched her fists. "I believe Lin Chen can beat him. Besides, I already called An Yi!"
"That brat?"
Uncle Fu scoffed.
That guy might have a lousy character, but when it comes to strength, there’s nothing to criticize.
If he shows up, dealing with this red-haired punk will be a piece of cake.
Not coming out? Then I’ll drag you out myself!
Han Liang strode forward, gripping his massive halberd.
The bodyguards paled as their guns flashed in the darkness, firing at Han Liang.
Handguns? How disgraceful for martial artists!
Han Liang swung his halberd in a sweeping arc.
Bullets clinked against the blade, every single one deflected.
Let me handle this!
A Mingjin-level bodyguard from the villa leaped into action—
Only to be sent flying by Han Liang’s halberd mid-air, vanishing like a swatted fly before anyone could even see his face.
Pathetic!
Han Liang hoisted the halberd onto his shoulder, then swung it with both hands, lunging forward in a single explosive motion.
Terrifying energy surged from his arms into the weapon, unleashing a storm of wind pressure.
The bodyguards turned ghostly white.
I’ll wreck your hideout first! Let’s see where you hide then!
Han Liang bared his teeth in a savage grin.
He held nothing back—this strike would reduce the villa to rubble, turning it into a makeshift shelter!
Qin Yao, Uncle Fu, and the others stood frozen, their faces drained of color.
CLANG!
Just as the halberd descended—
A T-shaped baton shot out, blocking it with unwavering stability.
The shockwave of force sent the nearby bodyguards stumbling back several steps before they barely regained their footing.
Lin Chen stood there, clad only in long pants, his bare torso revealing sculpted, athletic muscles. Water still dripped from his dark hair.
I was in the middle of a damn shower. Who the hell’s making all this noise?
He threw on a black trench coat, gripping his Lieyun baton with icy intensity.
Meanwhile, atop the bathroom roof—
A bespectacled girl steadied her sniper rifle, aiming squarely at Han Liang.
His arms trembled slightly under the halberd’s weight, but Han Liang only grinned wider, eyes alight with excitement.
Now this… this is interesting!
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
