One by one, the core executives of Lu Corporation—department heads personally promoted by Lu Chenyuan—stood up like dominoes and submitted their resignations.
They had never followed the platform of Lu Corporation, but Lu Chenyuan himself.
With Lu Chenyuan at the helm, they were a formidable force.
Without him, they abandoned this seemingly grand yet already leaking ship without hesitation.
Within minutes, a thick stack of resignation letters piled up on the conference table.
The core management of Lu Corporation had been hollowed out in an instant.
Lu Mingshi was stunned.
As he took in the scene before him, fury surged from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.
This was an attempt to strip Lu Corporation bare!
Before leaving, Lu Chenyuan had still managed to stab him in the back!
That bastard!
He had never once regarded Lu Mingshi, his own uncle, with any respect!
Lu Mingshi whipped his head toward Lu Chenyuan and roared in rage, "Lu Chenyuan! What the hell is this supposed to mean?"
Lu Chenyuan looked at him, a trace of pity in his eyes.
"Uncle, you were the one who wanted all of this," he said calmly.
"Now, I’m giving it to you. Whether you can hold onto it—that’s your problem."
With that, Lu Chenyuan turned away without another glance at the shocked, panicked, or gleeful faces in the conference room.
What remained was a hollowed-out shell of a company, teetering on the brink, and Lu Mingshi—seated in the CEO’s chair—his expression shifting from disbelief to fury, then finally twisting into something vicious.
"Fine. Just fine!" Lu Mingshi ground out through clenched teeth, glaring at the direction Lu Chenyuan had left.
After the humiliation came a sickening rush of triumph.
Gone? Good riddance!
He had planned to purge Lu Chenyuan’s loyalists one by one anyway.
Now that they had resigned on their own, he’d save himself the trouble—and a fortune in severance pay!
Did Lu Mingshi really think he couldn’t find replacements?
Jingzhou was overflowing with talent!
All he had to do was put out the word, and countless would flock to serve under him!
"What’s with the panic?" Lu Mingshi slammed his palm on the table, barking at the uneasy board members and executives.
"Lu Corporation doesn’t need any of them to survive! A bunch of self-important fools—good riddance! From today onward, I’m at the helm. Those who want to stay, your compensation doubles. Those who don’t, get the hell out with the rest!"
The taste of power made Lu Mingshi swell with arrogance.
He reveled in this feeling of absolute control, blind to the fact that a sinking ship rarely capsizes from an iceberg—but from the unnoticed cracks and rot within.
...
Meanwhile, in a secluded estate elsewhere in Jingzhou.
Li Xiujian had just hung up the phone, his face dark with fury.
News of the upheaval at Lu Corporation had reached him almost instantly.
Lu Chenyuan resigning?
The entire core team walking out?
That idiot Lu Mingshi taking over as CEO?
The flood of information made one thing crystal clear—he’d been played.
"Damn it!"
His fist smashed onto the table, shattering an exquisite purple clay teapot.
"Lu Mingshi!" he hissed through gritted teeth, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Now he understood—Lu Mingshi’s frantic fundraising hadn’t been to acquire shares in his Sheng Tian Real Estate at all. It was to seize power from Lu Chenyuan!
The key piece of his carefully laid plan—the perfect greedy, foolish scapegoat—had slipped away at the last moment.
"Boss... what do we do about Sheng Tian now?" a subordinate asked nervously.
"Do?" Li Xiujian let out a cold laugh, his gaze sharp with venom.
"What else can we do? Keep looking for a buyer. Then start offloading our shares quietly..."
Yet, unease gnawed at him.
What truly haunted him was that secret ledger.
Though his tech team had repeatedly assured him their servers hadn’t been breached, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t so simple.
Just then, another subordinate hurried in, his expression grim.
"Boss, that plot of land in the southern suburbs... it’s just been auctioned off."
"What?" Li Xiujian shot to his feet. "By whom? At what price?"
"A newly registered company called 'Yuanxing Real Estate.' They outbid our maximum offer by five percent and paid in full upfront."
"Yuanxing Real Estate?" Li Xiujian frowned. The name was unfamiliar.
After a moment’s thought, he snapped, "Dig into them. I want to know who’s behind this company—every last detail!"
That southern suburban land had been crucial to his next move.
But now, with Sheng Tian’s funds still tied up and the land snatched away, he felt like he was being led by the nose by an unseen opponent.
A long-forgotten sense of frustration and danger coiled in his gut.
What he didn’t know was that, at this very moment, inside a newly established office, Lu Chenyuan was reviewing the land acquisition contract handed to him by Zhang Qi.
"Well done," Lu Chenyuan nodded.
"Mr. Lu, 'Yuanxing Real Estate' is a shell company registered with offshore funds. The legal representative is insulated—Li Xiujian won’t trace it back to us anytime soon," Zhang Qi reported.
Lu Chenyuan’s gaze drifted to the window, overlooking the bustling city below.
He remembered clearly—in the original timeline, this land had been secured by Li Jinchuan upon his return from Haizhou.
The original story had glossed over it, mentioning only that Li Jinchuan had accomplished something in Haizhou and obtained critical information.
Now, it was obvious—that so-called "critical information" must have been the investment intent of the Stra Group.
But in this life, he wouldn’t just prevent the tragedy that befell the Lu family.
He would strip away every opportunity that had allowed the Li family to rise.
"Securing the land isn’t enough," Lu Chenyuan said coldly.
"Li Xiujian is desperate to offload Sheng Tian now. We need to light the fire before he finds another scapegoat."
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!
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
