Or maybe she was aware of it and simply enjoying it.
That sounded pretty twisted.
Si shuddered.
If it was the second scenario, she really didn’t know how to judge Zhao Xi anymore.
“I was going to ask Zhao Xi about her family, but who knew the girls’ dorm would be like this…” Little Wei was covered in goosebumps.
If she barged in, should she clap or do something else?
Little Wei was torn.
But then again, she thought that would be too boring.
She pushed the window open from the outside and peeked in.
“What are you guys doing? Need me to join?”
“Ah—!”
Zhao Xi was startled by the voice—after all, this was the seventh floor.
Her face turned pale as she used her clothes to cover what little she could, trembling like a fragile little flower in the autumn wind.
On the other hand, Xu Yichen remained much calmer, leisurely putting his clothes back on.
“If you’re into it, sure,” Xu Yichen said with a faint smirk.
He knew his own charm.
Since childhood, he had been adored by pretty maids, and as he grew older, his tastes expanded to all kinds of beauties. Zhao Xi was one of them, but Jiang Xixi in front of him wasn’t bad either.
Especially in that striking red dress—it was hard to miss.
Little Wei could see right through Xu Yichen’s thoughts and let out a dry laugh.
“You should just wash up and go to sleep, you horndog.”
Xu Yichen frowned.
What did “horndog” mean?
Meanwhile, Zhao Xi’s face darkened at the insult.
“Don’t you dare talk about him like that. You don’t know anything,” Zhao Xi snapped at Little Wei.
Little Wei had ruined her fun more than once, and this time was even worse.
Did she really think Zhao Xi, a feng shui master, was just for show?
Did she think Zhao Xi was some pushover?
With that, Zhao Xi raised her hand to draw a talisman, but Xu Yichen stopped her.
“Don’t tire yourself over something so trivial,” he said soothingly.
Zhao Xi blushed, her anger momentarily forgotten.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you here.”
Xu Yichen planted a light kiss on Zhao Xi’s forehead before turning to Little Wei.
“Let’s find a better place for this,” he said to Jiang Xixi.
“Oh.” Little Wei glanced at Zhao Xi, who was still scrambling to dress.
“So tiny. I don’t even know how you managed,” Little Wei remarked casually.
Zhao Xi nearly lunged at her.
“At least I have something. Do you?”
Her words struck Little Wei like a dagger to the heart.
“But I’m younger,” Little Wei retorted smugly.
Before Zhao Xi could pounce, Little Wei darted away.
“Little Nailuo, give me the staff,” Little Wei called into the void.
Little Nailuo huffed. “Oh, now I’m your precious?”
“Ow! Si, stop kicking me! I was joking, okay? QAQ”
Little Nailuo was on the verge of tears.
Was there no justice in this world?
Still, she quickly handed the staff over.
Any delay, and things might have gone south.
Xu Yichen’s aura was intense.
Had he gained some new power? He didn’t seem as afraid of her as before.
But when he saw the staff in Little Wei’s hand, his pupils shrank involuntarily.
That thing was terrifying.
Every ghost would fear it—yet here it was, wielded by a ghost.
How did that make any sense?
Xu Yichen stared at Little Wei.
He needed to get that staff away from her.
With that thought, he followed her outside the city.
As a ghost king, Xu Yichen couldn’t fly indefinitely, so by the time they reached the outskirts, he had expended a lot of energy.
He had run the whole way.
If ghosts could sweat, he’d be drenched.
Still, Xu Yichen was shocked.
Jiang Xixi’s soul was weak, yet her power didn’t match her condition at all.
Smirking, he put on what he thought was a charming smile.
“Jiang Xixi,” he called softly.
Little Wei: ?
Just hearing his voice made her skin crawl.
“Get lost,” she snapped. She had no interest in dealing with this ghost.
She had standards—her partner should at least be a god. Anything less was just pathetic.
“We could be together,” Xu Yichen pressed.
Little Wei: …
Before she could recover from the absurdity, he spoke again.
“Xixi.”
Even though it wasn’t her name, Little Wei’s goosebumps multiplied tenfold.
“Shut the hell up,” she growled, her patience gone.
What the actual hell?
But Xu Yichen didn’t understand. He thought she was just flustered.
When Little Wei swung her staff at him, he still didn’t get why she was mad.
Women usually threw themselves at him.
A single glance, and they’d fall into his arms.
But Little Wei was different.
More interesting than Zhao Xi.
Xu Yichen dodged her attack and appeared behind her.
“You’re amusing. I like that.”
Little Wei’s lips twitched. “Did you spill a whole vat of cooking oil on yourself?”
How could someone be this full of themselves and this cringey?
His narcissism was on another level—even she couldn’t compete.
Sighing, she called out to Si.
“Si.”
Si sounded puzzled. “Why are you calling me now?”
Little Wei smirked. “Oh, you’re so considerate. You actually answered. Be a good girl and come to my room tonight.”
Si: …
“You need medication,” Si deadpanned.
Xu Yichen’s delusions were one thing—he was a general in his past life, revered by women and favored by the emperor.
But flirting? That wasn’t his thing.
War was his expertise.
“Hmph, I’m mad now,” Little Wei muttered, gripping her staff.
But then it hit her.
Xu Yichen.
He was probably the male lead.
A ghost of his caliber was rare, and the ghost-human pairing was a classic trope in romance novels.
If not for her, Zhao Xi and Xu Yichen would’ve teamed up to take Jiang Xixi down.
At their peak, they’d be unstoppable.
“Si, would killing the male lead cause problems?” Little Wei wondered aloud.
“You can’t kill him anyway,” Si replied.
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
