Lin Yang's hand reached in, pushing the window open as he slowly climbed inside. "This window of yours is quite tricky to get through."
Feng Yue's delicate brows furrowed. "Mr. Lin, why break my window when there’s a perfectly good door?"
"I didn’t want anyone to know I was here."
Once inside, Lin Yang drew the curtains shut. "There shouldn’t be any cameras in here now, right?"
"Wh-what are you… planning to do?"
Feng Yue took a step back, her body tensing as she noticed the cold look in his eyes and the black gloves he now wore.
"I hate being lied to, yet people keep doing it," Lin Yang said calmly, advancing toward her.
Realizing the danger, Feng Yue immediately bolted for the door.
But Lin Yang seized her hair, yanking her backward with such force that she stumbled and fell.
He gripped her head and slammed it into the floor with a loud thud.
Feng Yue’s face scraped against the rough surface, peeling skin and drawing blood.
"Help—ugh!"
Before she could scream, Lin Yang drove his knee into her stomach.
Feng Yue gagged, spitting up blood as she collapsed, too weak to make a sound.
"Beautiful women get privileges from me, but you? You’re not one of them."
Lin Yang yanked her head up by the hair, studying her ruined face. "In my eyes, true beauties are pure. You? You’re filthy."
"Lin Yang…" Feng Yue sobbed, gasping through the pain. "What… did I ever do to you?"
Lin Yang leisurely pulled out his phone and played a recording he’d obtained from Xu Mu.
Hearing it, Feng Yue’s eyes widened in terror.
She never expected Xu Shou to have planted a bug on Chen Bei.
"Anything to say now? Conspiring with Qian Gang to trick me, then promising him nights with you as a reward?"
Lin Yang sneered. "I suppose sleeping with old men is how you got this far, huh?"
He’d once considered adding her to his harem, but now? The thought disgusted him.
He wasn’t desperate enough to take scraps left by other men.
"Even if I did sleep with them, what’s it to you?" Feng Yue spat through gritted teeth.
SLAP!
Lin Yang backhanded her without hesitation, splitting her lip and filling her mouth with blood.
As a mercenary, he’d encountered too many beautiful assassins.
If he showed mercy just because a woman was pretty, he’d have died long ago.
"Feng Yue, hand over the real documents."
"Never! Kill me if you dare!" she defied.
"‘If I dare’? Oh, I dare. You don’t even know what I used to do."
CRACK!
He twisted her shoulder with a single motion.
Feng Yue sucked in a sharp breath, her pretty face contorting in agony.
"I’ll dislocate every limb and feed you to the river."
As he spoke, he grabbed her other arm.
"No… please, no!"
Fear finally overtook her. She was just an ordinary woman—no match for a hardened mercenary like Lin Yang.
All she knew was that death meant losing everything. Staying alive meant a chance to turn things around.
"Tell me everything, and I’ll spare you. Lie again, and..."
Lin Yang stood calmly and walked to the wooden bar nearby. He placed his hand on it.
BOOM!
The entire structure shuddered, cracks spiderwebbing across it, nearly collapsing.
Feng Yue trembled. "Are you… one of those legendary ancient martial artists?"
"Not bad for a Feng Family bastard. You know a thing or two. But remember—cross me again, and death will be the least of your worries."
His tone dripped with arrogance.
Feng Yue hung her head, tears streaming. She couldn’t accept this.
One moment, she thought she’d outsmarted the Feng Family. The next, reality crushed her.
She regretted ever partnering with Lin Yang. Without him, she might’ve succeeded.
But soon, she realized something.
Not everyone was like Xu Mu, who’d loved her unconditionally.
Xu Mu had known she was using him, yet he’d stayed loyal.
She let out a bitter laugh. He was right—she was a monster.
Betraying the one who cared for her, siding with those who didn’t.
Damn it.
Damn it all.
She decided to find Xu Mu, to tell him she regretted everything.
---
Meanwhile, Xu Mu and Ye Tong were already curled up in bed.
They listened to the audio from the phone, unable to see but vividly imagining the scene.
"So that’s the bar owner you used to visit often?" Ye Tong asked softly.
"Yeah. I only got close because I knew she’d planted spies in my company. I was investigating."
Xu Mu gave a white lie—the original "villain" Xu Mu was gone, and he’d never be that much of a fool.
[Affection +20]
"I misjudged you before… but it doesn’t matter."
Ye Tong wrapped her arms around his. "You’re the only family Ye Yu and I have. As long as you treat us well, I don’t care if you have other women."
Xu Mu blinked. "Wife, you…"
He was speechless. What kind of woman was this?
"Let’s not talk about it."
Ye Tong pressed her cheek against his arm, too embarrassed to admit the truth—Xu Mu was too vigorous, and she couldn’t keep up.
As someone with a people-pleasing nature, she felt guilty denying him. If he needed more, so be it.
"I’ll always cherish you. You’re my wife—no one’s taking you away."
Xu Mu held her close. If that "Dragon King" dared target Ye Tong, he’d pay with his life.
[Affection +20]
Ye Tong whispered, "It’s over, right? Turn it off. That woman… I almost feel sorry for her."
"Alright."
Xu Mu nodded. The phone auto-recorded anyway—he could review it tomorrow for intel.
One detail stuck out: Feng Yue was a Feng Family bastard.
Suddenly, Xu Mu’s expression shifted.
Ye Tong had been acting bolder lately.
With her "time of the month" slowing his Justice Points grind, he’d only saved up enough for ten system draws.
Ignoring her, he opened the system interface to roll.
Time was like water in a sponge—always something to squeeze out.
First, he checked his stats:
Name: Xu Mu
Role: Villain Saint, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Dark Force (Early Stage)
Physique: 170
Spirit: 170
Cultivation Points: 60/200
Fate Energy: 40
Xu Mu frowned. Turning Feng Yue—a key heroine—against Lin Yang should’ve drained Lin Yang’s Fate Energy.
Yet his own hadn’t increased. Did he need to confront Lin Yang directly to steal it?
He couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore—time to try his luck with the draw.
He initiated a ten-round spin, and the lottery wheel began to turn.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained 20 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained a Tier-3 Self-Healing Pill.]
...
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.
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.”
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!
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?"
