If possible, Little Wei wished she could rid herself of the title "pet" for the rest of her life.
"Don't call me a pet," Little Wei snapped, genuinely annoyed.
"Aren’t you one?" Li Xunle retorted.
Little Wei: "…"
Fine, yes. She was.
"But you shouldn’t be causing trouble like this," Little Wei said to Li Xunle.
Li Xunle’s lips pressed into a thin line, her cold gaze unwavering.
"You can’t control me," Li Xunle stated.
Little Wei: "???"
What did that mean?
Was she getting bold now?
Little Wei genuinely felt they needed to settle this with a fight.
She muttered a curse under her breath, but before she could even make a move, Li Xunle’s spear energy sent her flying. Little Wei landed hard on her backside, her head ringing.
Seriously? She hadn’t even gotten a chance to strike!
Did she have no dignity left?
Little Wei coughed violently, her lungs threatening to give out.
"Staff, I think we’re outmatched here. Just what level is Li Xunle at?"
It was the first time Little Wei had coughed so hard she nearly summoned one of Si’s avatars.
The staff, having reverted to its original form, sat atop the rubble, deep in thought.
After a long pause, it finally spoke in an uncertain tone, "Probably demi-god level."
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Little Wei nearly laughed at the absurdity.
Demi-god? That was pushing it.
But then again, anyone who could threaten the staff… might actually be around that level.
Little Wei was rendered speechless.
She had never felt so utterly defeated in her life.
"So what do we do?" she asked the staff.
She couldn’t wrap her head around why, even after the fall of the Li dynasty, its princess was still running wild out here.
It made no sense at all.
"No clue," the staff admitted helplessly.
Little Wei: "…"
"So we just sit here and watch?"
The staff nodded. "I think that’s a great idea."
Little Wei considered it for a moment before deciding it was too ridiculous.
She wasn’t about to back down. She’d fight Li Xunle to the bitter end.
"Hey, stop right there!" Little Wei scrambled to her feet and charged at Li Xunle from behind. Before she could react, Li Xunle spun around, spear tip aimed directly at Little Wei’s throat.
Little Wei nearly died of fright.
Her back was drenched in cold sweat. She reached behind to check—yep, completely soaked.
For the first time, death felt terrifyingly close, and it was all because of one of Si’s avatars.
Little Wei felt like crying.
Whimper.
"Si, please log into your alt account already. I can’t take this anymore."
At the very least, Li Xunle could switch to her gentler persona, Li Jiewei.
This version was too ruthless—impossible to deal with.
Honestly, she wished Li Xunle would just drop dead already.
"Mind your own business," Li Xunle said coldly.
Little Wei: "…"
Should she just leave, then?
"But you really can’t keep killing people. You’ll get arrested," Little Wei pleaded, hoping Li Xunle would regain some sense.
But her warning meant nothing to Li Xunle. After all, deaths in cultivator zones weren’t subject to the law.
"Funny," Li Xunle scoffed.
Little Wei: "…"
Stop it. She was starting to feel like a clown.
"Would it kill you to listen to me? Do something decent for once," Little Wei grumbled.
Ugh, her own "wife" was completely out of control. So damn frustrating.
"Listen to you? A pet? What gives you the right to tell me what to do? Do you even know what I’ve suffered?" Li Xunle’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes full of scorn.
Still, she lowered her spear.
"If you had even an ounce of loyalty, you’d join me in slaughtering these fools who can’t tell good from evil—including this pathetic excuse for the Heavenly Dao."
Li Xunle glanced up at the darkening sky, her expression dripping with disdain.
Little Wei: "…"
Wait, was Li Xunle secretly Xiao Yan? No—Xiao Xunle?
Was her goal to defy the heavens?
The thought made Little Wei break out in a cold sweat. She wiped her forehead.
The immersion was too strong. She was ready to punch Li Xunle.
"Let’s not rush things. We should take a breather first," Little Wei said, patting Li Xunle’s shoulder.
Honestly, couldn’t a girl just be gentle and laid-back?
Was anything worth losing sleep over?
Before Li Xunle could react, Little Wei tapped a pressure point, and she collapsed, unconscious.
"Not so tough now, huh?" Little Wei smirked.
Thank goodness she’d picked up a few tricks in the cultivation world. Otherwise, she’d have been helpless against this brute.
From a distance, Zhao Ming gave her a thumbs-up. Little Wei didn’t have time to dwell on it—she had the staff drag both her and Li Xunle away.
When they finally reached another cultivator zone, Little Wei checked her phone.
She’d messaged Zhao Ming earlier, and he’d already replied.
"I’m here," she sent him her location along with a voice note.
Zhao Ming responded instantly: "On my way. Driving now."
Little Wei hesitated. Was driving really the best idea right now?
Before she could overthink it, Zhao Ming’s car screeched to a halt in front of her.
Like the previous zone, this one was mostly ruins, though slightly better off—at least there were intact buildings, even if they’d been abandoned for years.
"You’re just gonna leave her on the ground?" Zhao Ming waved a hand, and his car vanished behind him.
Little Wei couldn’t help but envy his handy artifacts.
"What, should I carry her instead?" she snapped back to reality.
She would if she could, but Li Xunle was too heavy.
"Not necessary, but if you insist, go ahead. Just saying, her clothes are getting dirty."
Little Wei: "…"
Was this her wife or Zhao Ming’s?
She was starting to lose it.
"Whatever. Let’s just get her out of here first, then figure out the hypnosis thing."
Little Wei was done with Li Xunle’s nonsense.
She was like a demon—wouldn’t even listen to reason. Might as well be dead.
"True, but she’s unconscious now. Hypnosis won’t work unless she’s awake," Zhao Ming pointed out.
He hadn’t expected Little Wei to knock her out cold.
Now they were stuck.
"Is there really no other way?" Little Wei didn’t want to wake her up.
Zhao Ming hesitated, at a loss.
He was out of ideas.
"Si, any suggestions?" Little Wei asked.
"Dreamweaving Hypnosis," Si answered.
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
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?!
