"You fool, with nothing but violence in your head, do you even know what aesthetics is?"
Xie Wangwei glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, who was as built as a bull.
He stood nearly two meters tall, and even through his suit, his bulging muscles were clearly visible.
A black dragon tattoo coiled around his neck.
"Keep flapping your gums, and I'll chop your head off too," the middle-aged man said in an icy tone.
At this moment, Zi Wangyou, who had been tossed over here by Zhang Que, did not crash to the ground.
She had already adjusted her posture in mid-air, ultimately landing in a half-kneeling position.
Hearing the two voices behind her, she immediately turned her head to look.
When she saw the two men standing there, Zi Wangyou's legs began to tremble, and her face filled with despair.
"Shentu Wan, Xie Wangwei?"
She called out their names with a shudder. As the deputy minister of a department at the Immortality Research Institute, she naturally recognized such big shots.
These two men, just like Jiang Mingzhuo, were Red Class-A wanted criminals by the Sanitation Department.
They were members of the once-heinous and evil organization known as Salvation.
The ruthlessness of these two men was infamous even within that organization.
One liked to dismember bodies, while the other liked to turn corpses into works of art.
Why would she run into both of these ruthless monsters here at the same time?
"You two... seniors, I mean no harm. I'm just passing through."
Zi Wangyou backed away little by little in terror, her inner fear causing her voice to quaver.
"What were you trying to do just now?"
Xie Wangwei reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a pair of white gloves.
"I... I wanted to go to the Xu family..."
Zi Wangyou's brain spun rapidly. Thinking carefully, the Xu family manor seemed to be the only estate nearby.
The few people before her appearing here most likely weren't just passing by, but were heading to the Xu family.
If they were going to the Xu family, was it to wipe out the entire household, or did they have business with them?
Zi Wangyou had no way of knowing, so she didn't dare gamble on mentioning her intention to capture Xu Shou.
What if they had business to discuss with the Xu family, such as issuing some command, and found out she was going to capture Xu Shou?
Then she probably wouldn't even be left with an intact corpse.
Xie Wangwei continued to ask, "What for?"
"I... have a younger sister who was bullied by a security guard from the Xu family this morning. So I thought I'd come over tonight to teach him a lesson."
Zi Wangyou was no fool; she instantly came up with a countermeasure.
Instead of bringing up Xu Shou, she claimed she was here to cause trouble for a security guard.
Big shots of their caliber couldn't possibly be here for a security guard, right?
That way, no matter what they wanted with the Xu family, her actions wouldn't get in their way.
While Zi Wangyou was still marveling at her own brilliance, a sudden storm whipped up before her eyes. Her hat and mask were completely shredded. Her whole body jolted violently, and just as she was about to be sent flying backward, someone grabbed her by the hair.
Shentu Wan effortlessly hoisted Zi Wangyou up. With a dark expression, he said, "Even if it's a dog of the Xu family, you have no right to teach it a lesson."
Zi Wangyou was dumbfounded. What was going on?
Were they in cahoots with the Xu family?
She clearly hadn't said she meant any harm to the Xu family members. Was a mere security guard really worth doing this?
"Miss..."
Liu Ge called out softly from a distance, but his legs felt like lead, unable to move a single step.
At first, he hadn't known their identities, but after hearing Zi Wangyou call out their names, he knew.
Who in the ancient martial arts world didn't know the infamy of these two men?
He truly didn't dare step forward to rescue her. He knew very well that if he fought the men before him, being dismembered would be considered a good outcome.
"Spare me! I was wrong! Spare my life, seniors! I'll never dare do it again! Ahhh!"
Zi Wangyou trembled all over in terror, tears bursting from her eyes.
She truly regretted coming here on her own without properly investigating Xu Mu's identity.
Had she known the Xu family was connected to these two monsters, Zi Wangyou wouldn't have come even if it killed her.
But Shentu Wan turned a deaf ear. A dagger appeared in his hand, and he instantly slashed it toward Zi Wangyou's neck.
"Spare me..."
Zi Wangyou squeezed her eyes shut and begged, but after a few seconds passed, she didn't feel the arrival of death.
She took a deep breath and quietly opened her eyes, only to find that the one-armed man from earlier had grabbed Shentu Wan's wrist.
And the dagger was a mere ten centimeters from her neck.
She knew very well that the man in front of her wasn't just trying to scare her.
He was really going to decapitate her!
"Little Que, she's just a foreigner. You dare stop me?"
Shentu Wan stared at Zhang Que and asked.
Zhang Que said softly, "Brother Wan, Brother Shou said not to kill people in the outside world without permission."
"Scram!"
Shentu Wan growled in a low voice.
"Is Little Wan outside? What are you doing?"
Right at that moment, Xu Shou's voice drifted over from inside the enclosing wall.
Hearing this, Zhang Que finally released Shentu Wan's wrist.
Still gripping Zi Wangyou by the hair, Shentu Wan leaped up and vaulted over the wall.
Zhang Que also grabbed Liu Ge by the shoulder and jumped over to the other side.
Xie Wangwei smiled, took off his white gloves, and followed them over.
"Brother Shou... I missed you so much."
Shentu Wan casually tossed Zi Wangyou onto the ground. He looked at the man before him, tilting his face up and pulling the corners of his mouth down, trying hard not to cry.
But in the end, the burly man still shed tears.
"Little Wan, how come you're a bit thinner than before?"
Xu Shou asked with a smile.
"He's just getting old, can't hold onto the meat on his bones anymore."
Xie Wangwei's figure also appeared there.
"Old Xie, you don't look like you've changed much."
Xu Shou looked at Xie Wangwei and smiled.
"That's because I'm pure."
Xie Wangwei walked over with a smile on his face.
As the few of them spoke, Jiang Mingzhuo and Xu Ningbing emerged from the distant villa and walked toward them.
"What's the deal with these two?"
Xu Shou said, pointing at Zi Wangyou and Liu Ge.
"Brother Shou, she wanted to harm your security guard, so I was going to kill her."
Shentu Wan glanced at Zi Wangyou and explained, "She's a foreigner, it's no big deal if she dies."
"I've told you before, no matter what you do, you need to first ask clearly for the reason. People lie."
Xu Shou walked over and looked at Zi Wangyou, who was sitting on the ground as if she had collapsed. "A Peak Grandmaster and an Early-Stage Grandmaster, coming out in the dead of night to look for a security guard of our Xu family. If you told that to anyone, would you believe it?"
"I..."
"What are you guys doing? In broad daylight, no, under the clear night sky, why are you bullying a woman?"
Xu Ningbing spotted a woman over here from a distance, so she hurried over.
Jiang Mingzhuo, who was following beside Xu Ningbing, turned around and left after spotting Zi Wangyou.
He didn't want her to know that he was with these people.
"Ningbing, this woman sneaked into our Xu family, and happened to be caught by a few of my comrades-in-arms."
Xu Shou said with a smile.
Hearing this, Xu Ningbing finally frowned. She approached Zi Wangyou and realized that this woman was actually quite pretty, with a top-tier figure.
So she asked, "What were you doing sneaking into our house?"
"I... I... boo-hoo-hoo!"
Zi Wangyou cried out in fear. She wanted nothing more than to leave this wretched place as soon as possible.
Xu Ningbing furrowed her brows and asked, "Is it because of Xu Mu?"

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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...

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?"

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.”