Ye Jin told Little Wei a great deal. After all, this would soon become an area she’d need to patrol—most of Leap Void Corporation’s business came from these systems.
"You can access the system spaces from here too, just by will alone. But the systems are all working, so I’d advise against disturbing them. Once you take over my role, you can visit those spaces, though."
Ye Jin shrugged and lightly patted Little Wei’s shoulder.
"Alright, seen enough? Or do you want to check out the outside world?" Ye Jin asked with a rare smile.
Honestly, he couldn’t wait to retire.
Being a workhorse was no fun—lying low in the future sounded just fine.
"I really do want to see it. I’m pretty curious about the world out there."
Little Wei truly wanted to know—just what kind of place was the Void?
"It can be dangerous out there. Not exactly a fun spot," Ye Jin warned.
"No worries, I’ll protect my bro," Gu Yu said, ever the loyal one.
"Is that how you got in?"
As Ye Jin walked ahead, Little Wei trailed behind, whispering to Gu Yu.
"Yeah, but it’s just a mechanism. Totally avoidable," Gu Yu replied, amused.
Hearing that, Little Wei felt a bit more at ease.
So those fierce winds were meant to keep intruders out. Made sense—a peaceful place like this would surely attract plenty of unwanted visitors.
"What about Chi Mu? Why hasn’t he moved here?" That part confused Little Wei.
Sure, that kid could be a bit of a brat, but Chi Mu had helped her out last time. She still owed him a good meal.
"Ah, him. I saw him recently. There aren’t many deities left in the Canglan Divine Realm, but they’re considering relocating. Problem is, they still need to oversee Canglan Continent, so they’d have to keep going back and forth. It’s a hassle. Hopefully, they’ll figure something out."
Like shifts, for example. That’d make things much easier.
By then, the trio had stepped outside, where the violent winds nearly tore their clothes apart in an instant.
"Whoa, this place is intense—kilometers of these winds!" Little Wei recoiled, startled.
"Yep. Necessary, though. Keeps the reckless Void creatures at bay," Ye Jin said with a nod before turning to Little Wei. "Told you it wasn’t much to look at."
And he was right.
"Let’s head back."
Ye Jin took Little Wei to a few more spots. The Void Realm was vast, and its cities were nothing short of dazzling.
Once she’d gotten a decent grasp of the place, the hosts finally settled their competition.
"Here’s your reward." Ye Jin placed a transparent glass vial in front of Little Wei.
She shook it lightly, eyeing the contents skeptically.
"Just this blue liquid?"
"Yep. Normally, there wouldn’t be this much, but I figured you wouldn’t need anything else, so I converted it all into soul energy. Don’t let the small amount fool you—this is equivalent to seventy or eighty worlds’ worth."
Little Wei’s hand trembled, nearly dropping the vial.
Holy crap. That was a terrifying quantity.
Wonder if this stuff could cure kidney deficiency.
Wait, no—she wasn’t deficient. Just low on soul energy.
With that in mind, she popped the cap open, but this time, the soul light didn’t merge into her body.
Huh?
What the heck?
For a second, she thought she’d misjudged it—until Ye Jin took the vial, diluted it with water in a few cups, and handed them back.
Little Wei could only admit she was a country bumpkin.
Ugh. So uncultured.
She was such a noob.
"Like this. It’s too concentrated to absorb directly," Ye Jin explained, sliding the cups toward her.
"Just… drink it?" Little Wei was baffled.
"Yep."
She grimaced. Even if it was liquid, it was still part of a human soul, right?
As if reading her mind, Ye Jin chuckled. "It’s not from human souls. Think of it like essence from minor worlds. Hard to explain the exact origin."
Relieved, Little Wei downed it without hesitation.
Gulp, gulp.
Tasted like slightly sweetened mineral water.
Not bad. After finishing, she looked up at Ye Jin with hopeful eyes.
"Got any more? This stuff’s kinda addictive."
Ye Jin: "…"
"Nope. It’s not a beverage. One round’s enough," he said flatly.
Little Wei let out a disappointed "Oh" but didn’t push it.
"So… that’s it? I can ascend now?" She felt like she hadn’t even done anything yet.
"Yep. You can head in now. Want to walk in yourself, or should I send you?" Ye Jin pushed open the door behind him, raising a brow with an eerily pristine smile.
Little Wei’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Ugh. That smile was downright sinister.
She couldn’t even look at him.
"I’ll walk." She wanted zero physical contact with Ye Jin. The guy was trouble.
Last time he’d shoved her, the experience had been horrifying enough.
She was a scaredy-cat—what if she peed herself in fear?
Would Si even wash her pants for her?
Nah. He’d probably just tell her to scram.
"I wasn’t gonna do anything," Ye Jin muttered under his breath.
Little Wei seriously wanted to kick him.
If he pulled any stunts, she’d peace out—screw this stupid throne.
The moment she stepped inside, her vision cleared, and she felt like she’d returned to Canglan Continent. Except the storm clouds overhead were way darker than the day Gu Yu got struck. Definitely not the same place.
This was brutal.
She was on the verge of tears. She wanted to go home. She wanted Si. What kind of hellhole was this? Even dogs wouldn’t come here.
But the door had already shut, and the thunder descended upon her.
The whole ordeal was so miserable that she crawled out afterward, nearly sobbing.
Felt like she’d been run over by life.
Literally wrecked.
She emerged covered in grime, looking like she’d been dug out of a dumpster.
Case in point—Si didn’t even recognize her.
When Little Wei stumbled out, Si completely overlooked the soot-covered figure in front of him, peering past her instead.
"Where’s my Wei?"
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?"
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.”
