"Did I fail?" Chen Shuo's heart sank at the thought, and he wanted to get up immediately.
But as soon as he tried to move, Chen Shuo felt his entire body wracked with pain, the intense agony nearly causing him to black out.
"Ugh! How did it get this bad..." Chen Shuo said bitterly. He hadn't expected it to be this severe. Indeed, he had underestimated the Demon Hunters of the Legendary Realm.
If he had resisted with full strength, the other party's pressure wouldn't have caused him any harm. But he had suppressed his power to that of an ordinary person.
Clashing head-on like this, it was fortunate that his body was still robust enough to avoid serious injury.
If he had only the physical strength of a Demon King level, this encounter would likely have ended in tragedy.
Chen Shuo's movement woke Su Xiyan from her deep sleep. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Su Xiyan asked in a lazy voice, "You're awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"I'm fine, no big problem," Chen Shuo put on a brave face, looking at the concerned Su Xiyan. No exaggeration, he felt like his entire body was about to fall apart.
Now, forget about moving, he didn't even dare to breathe too deeply for fear of triggering another wave of pain.
Seeing Chen Shuo gritting his teeth to endure, Su Xiyan couldn't help but feel angry, "You're just like a stubborn mule! Look at how much pain you're in, and you still say you're fine?"
Embarrassed at being seen through, Chen Shuo replied, "I just didn't want you to worry."
"You knew I'd worry? Didn't I tell you before, if it was too much, we could find another way? But you had to go and..."
Before she could finish, tears began to glisten in Su Xiyan's eyes. She hadn't expected Chen Shuo to be so reckless. The image was still vivid in her mind.
She remembered Chen Shuo, covered in blood, trembling but still determinedly moving forward. She had shouted repeatedly from the sidelines, but some kind of barrier on the stairs seemed to prevent Chen Shuo from hearing her.
Several times, Su Xiyan had wanted to rush up and stop Chen Shuo, but each time Su Yuanying had held her back.
This was why Su Xiyan felt somewhat guilty, regretful that she couldn't offer Chen Shuo any help at that crucial moment.
"Silly girl, I'm fine, aren't I?" Chen Shuo instinctively tried to sit up to prove his point to Su Xiyan, but his body's condition was far from capable of supporting any movement.
As soon as he moved, the tearing pain returned, causing Chen Shuo to grimace in agony.
Seeing Chen Shuo's pained expression, Su Xiyan's face filled with concern, "Are you alright? This is no time to act tough!"
Su Xiyan hurriedly leaned in to check on Chen Shuo's injuries. Just that slight movement had reopened several of his wounds.
As fresh blood seeped from his body, Su Xiyan's heart tightened. She quickly moved to fetch the medical kit to dress his wounds.
Watching Su Xiyan bustle about, Chen Shuo felt an inexplicable joy despite his physical pain.
Seeing Chen Shuo still able to smile, Su Xiyan grew even more exasperated, "You! How can you still laugh at a time like this? Don't you feel pain at all?"
"What else can I do but laugh? Should I cry instead? Besides, now that I'm injured, I have someone to take care of me. Isn't that much nicer than before?"
Chen Shuo recalled how previously, he had been the one bustling about most of the time.
Cleaning, cooking, and managing all household chores, Chen Shuo had almost become the image of a house husband.
Although there was nothing wrong with that, doing these things day in and day out could become tedious over time.
Now the roles were reversed, with Su Xiyan taking care of his daily needs.
This dramatic change gave Chen Shuo a sense of inexplicable pleasure.
As the saying goes, it was like the liberated serf singing his song - the tables had turned.
"Oh, so that's what you're after? Are you... are you trying to infuriate me? You'd rather get injured than do housework? If you disliked doing those things so much, you should have said something."
"If you had mentioned it, I would have known to hire a housekeeper."
Su Xiyan said angrily, and Chen Shuo dared not interrupt her words.
He thought to himself, "Are you kidding? If she wanted to hire a housekeeper, she would have done so long ago."
He had never understood why, with the Su family's vast business empire, they hadn't simply hired a housekeeper for cleaning and such. It would have been effortless for them.
To be frank, even if they hired a hundred housekeepers to clean 24/7, the cost would be less than a drop in the bucket for the Su family.
Yet, Su Xiyan had never hired any housekeepers.
Since Su Xiyan had brought him into this home, Chen Shuo had been responsible for all the household chores, big and small. At that time, he had been very weak, and if he had dared to say even one word of refusal, Su Xiyan might have ended his life.
Under those circumstances, how could he have had the courage to voice any objections about housework to Su Xiyan?
As for why he hadn't mentioned it later, Chen Shuo had more or less gotten used to it.
Taking care of this girl's daily needs, nurturing her into a delicate little princess - wasn't that a kind of happiness in itself?
To avoid dwelling on this topic, Chen Shuo quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how did I pass out? What happened after I fainted? Did I make contact with Elder Xu?"
This was something Chen Shuo had been eager to know, as his memory stopped at the last step of the stairs.
"You have the nerve to ask about that? It was because you insisted on pushing yourself. You collapsed right on the last step. Fortunately, Elder Xu caught you just in time..."
"What? Elder Xu caught me? Does that mean he saw me? Then what? What happened next?"
Upon hearing that Xu Changjun had caught him, Chen Shuo's heart leaped with joy. If what Su Xiyan said was true, then his mission might have been accomplished.
"There is no 'what happened next'. Your condition was critical at the time, but due to your special identity, we couldn't take you to a hospital. So with my father's help, we brought you back here, and your treatment was carried out here as well."
Su Xiyan recalled the incident with a lingering sense of fear.
During that time, her mind had gone completely blank, as if emptied. She was relieved that Chen Shuo was alright; otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to face the situation.
"Ah? He really didn't say anything?" Chen Shuo's mood swung like a rollercoaster, plummeting from its peak.
Seeing Chen Shuo's disappointed expression, Su Xiyan smiled slightly, "I'm just teasing you. Elder Xu said to go find him once you've recovered."

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 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.

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?"

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.