At dusk, the evening color hung low, people were quiet, not yet asleep.
The humidity and smell of soybeans in the tofu shop made Lu Gaosheng, who hadn't smelled this kind of smell for many years, gradually frown. Every time he came here, the only thing that displeased him was this smell.
The woman in white, or 'Bai Fang' as Lu Gaosheng knew her, was coldly staring at Lu Gaosheng.
Silent, their eyes were cold.
Lu Gaosheng turned his head away, avoiding Bai Fang's gaze.
But Bai Fang kept staring at Lu Gaosheng's handsome face, with no more admiration in her eyes from past years.
Lu Gaosheng put the gift box in his hand on the table, and slowly said, "You've been weak since you were young, with severe lung disease. I spent a lot of effort and even borrowed JinWan Pavilion's help to get this ginseng. If you don't mind..."
"I do mind." Bai Fang's voice was as cold as ice and snow.
Lu Gaosheng, who had turned his back to put down the gift box, couldn't help but frown slightly.
But when he turned back, Lu Gaosheng's expression quickly returned to normal. He said, "I know, it's been hard on you these years, but after I become prefect, and a prominent official, I won't have to be so obedient to Prime Minister Song Yan in court anymore. As for the jianghu, I'm also training my own..."
"What does that have to do with me?" Bai Fang was still cold.
Lu Gaosheng frowned and said, "Can't you understand? What I mean is, that old fox Song Yan, sooner or later, whether in the court or jianghu, I will definitely overthrow him! By then, the promise I made to you back then..."
But Bai Fang still looked at Lu Gaosheng coldly.
Facing Bai Fang’s coldness, Lu Gaosheng couldn't find the words to say.
Bai Fang said angrily, "By then? What happens by then? Do you mean by then, I should be grateful that in Great Wu Nation, there is no Left Prime Minister Song Yan, but there is a Lu Gaosheng who is a hundred times more ruthless and greedy than him!?"
Lu Gaosheng secretly clenched his fists...
Bai Fang pointed to the door and said, "Just last night, the old man next door who sold wine committed suicide, just because his only son died in Black Dragon Hall! Dare you say you had nothing to do with the chaotic events in the city recently?"
Lu Gaosheng sneered, "What? Are you saying Black Dragon Hall were good people? Even if they were eliminated by my scheme, so what? As for some old wine seller dying, what about it? I won't care even if a hundred more die. "
Bai Fang couldn't hold back anymore and roared, "Then what about the people of Green Sword Sect!? Over the years in Tian Ge Prefecture, whenever there was turmoil and disaster, which time did the chivalrous people of Green Sword Sect not help? You killed even them, you even personally..."
Thinking of that decapitation scene, Bai Fang felt a chill of horror just mentioning it.
Hearing Bai Fang's words, Lu Gaosheng instantly thought of it, and figured Bai Fang must have been there at the time too. But facing Bai Fang's angry shout, Lu Gaosheng was still cold: "Green Sword Sect was blocking my path, so they had to die!"
Bai Fang looked at the face as handsome as before, but extremely cold, and could no longer restrain herself, yelling, "Then what about Lu Qingming!?"
At this moment, the three characters Lu Qingming made Lu Gaosheng clench his fists.
The white jade cloud patterned thumb ring on his right hand also seemed to tighten at this moment, making Lu Gaosheng feel uncomfortable.
Lu Gaosheng was silent.
Bai Fang shed tears.
Because Lu Gaosheng had said with his own mouth that ten years ago, the man named Lu Qingming had died.
After a long silence, Lu Gaosheng picked up the century-old ginseng gift box on the table and handed it to Bai Fang, gently saying, "No matter what, take this thing. For you..."
He couldn't say the word 'good', because Bai Fang snatched the gift box and directly threw it far away.
There was a loud thud outside the door as it landed.
Lu Gaosheng could no longer restrain his anger: "What exactly do you want to do!"
Bai Fang faced the prefect with no fear at all, and said, "I know you don't want to see me. Give the thumb ring back to me, and I can leave immediately with Little Jade."
Mentioning that white cloud patterned thumb ring, for the first time the man who seemed to have everything under control showed a furious, out-of-control expression on his face.
"You're not getting this thumb ring back! Six years ago I said, if you want to take it back, there's only one way!" Lu Gaosheng yelled.
...
In the backyard between the red plum flowers, cute little Bai Xiaoyu licked the candied haws in her left hand for a while, then the ones in her right hand for a while, eating with great delight.
As for Wang Xiaoer, although he was a genius like Zhang San, Wang Xiaoer's biggest shortcoming compared to Zhang San was that he wanted to get married, and had already found a target.
Moreover, Wang Xiaoer's second biggest shortcoming was that Wang Xiaoer was an absolute 'busybody'.
So Wang Xiaoer was chatting with Little Bai Jade about that man in black.
Because he had secretly glanced back earlier, Wang Xiaoer felt that the man in black seemed familiar, but Wang Xiaoer wasn't sure where he had seen him before.
After all, although he and Zhang San had seen Lu Gaosheng beheading someone on the execution stand from the alley at the time, the difference was that the alley was far from the execution stand. Even standing on the cart, Wang Xiaoer didn't have Zhang San's height, so his eyesight was inferior to Zhang San's. Therefore, he could only see the silhouette of Lu Gaosheng's figure, while his face was very blurred.
Wang Xiaoer asked, "Little Jade, who is that man? He seemed to make your mother very nervous as soon as he arrived."
Little Bai Jade shrugged and said, "I'm not sure either. He used to come often before, but has come less recently. I reckon... he should be here to pursue my mother."
Wang Xiaoer exclaimed, "Pursue? You even understand this?"
Little Bai Jade said proudly, "Of course, I'm already ten years old, and older than you. If you don't understand, I do understand! Uncle Li next door, Big Brother Han from North City, and a young master surnamed Ming, they all like my mother. But my mother dislikes them all. However... she seems to dislike that man who just left the most. Every time he comes, my mother asks me to hide."
Wang Xiaoer scratched the back of his head and thought to himself: You can't have figured out my intentions too, right?
Wang Xiaoer cautiously asked, "Little Jade, by the way, where is your father? Not at home?"
Little Bai Jade shook her head, her tone downcast: "I don't know, I've never seen him before."
Wang Xiaoer was a little surprised, but seeing Little Bai Jade's dim expression, Wang Xiaoer held back his curiosity this time and didn't continue asking.
At the same time, the sound of Bai Fang and Lu Gaosheng's fierce argument could be heard from inside the house, attracting their attention.
"Mother!?" A look of panic appeared on Little Bai Jade's face.
Wang Xiaoer immediately ran back into the tofu shop, with Little Bai Jade following closely behind.
Inside the house, the hideousness on Lu Gaosheng's face had swallowed his original handsome features. He glared fiercely at Bai Fang, fists tightly clenched!
But Bai Fang didn't back down at all.
The two just looked at each other in contempt.
Until Little Bai Jade appeared in Lu Gaosheng's line of sight.
That innocent face, full of panic and tension.
The anger on Lu Gaosheng's face gradually disappeared. After glancing at Bai Fang, he let out a cold snort and strode away.
Little Bai Jade with candied haws in both hands walked over to her mother's side.
Bai Fang didn't say anything, she just hugged her daughter.

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.”

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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!

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.