Yet none of them expected the doorbell to ring the moment they stepped inside.
Gu Yu walked to the door and peeked through the peephole, only to find an unexpected visitor.
Indeed, it was none other than Chi Mu—who was supposed to be growing mushrooms in the Canglan Divine Realm.
"Bro, it's Chi Mu outside. Should we let him in?"
Gu Yu still had a favorable impression of Chi Mu, but things were complicated since Chi Mu had once had feelings for Liu Sisi.
Might as well call it a "green hat reunion."
"Let him in, whatever," Little Wei said indifferently.
Gu Yu noticed Si's shoulders stiffen slightly.
Great. The dynamics just got even messier.
Was it the brother’s jealousy or the sister-in-law’s?
Gu Yu couldn’t quite grasp it, but he was thoroughly baffled.
Chi Mu quickly stepped inside and spotted Gu Shengsheng stacking Legos on the floor. He immediately scooped her up. Though Gu Shengsheng had never met Chi Mu before, she didn’t cry or fuss—just stared at him with her big, grape-like black eyes.
Chi Mu weighed the little one in his arms and grinned approvingly.
"You guys raised my daughter pretty well."
Little Wei: ?
"Are you okay? If you’re fine, go eat some liuliumei, will you?"
Back then, Little Wei had struggled to accept Gu Shengsheng’s existence, but it didn’t matter anymore—Shengsheng was just too adorable, far more well-behaved and sweet than that sour, stinky radish. She rarely ever threw tantrums.
Still, she never expected Chi Mu to have the audacity to claim her child as his own.
Chi Mu chuckled. "Just kidding. Since I don’t have one, why not give me yours?"
Little Wei promptly kicked him. Despite his divine status—marked by a water sigil on his forehead and draped in an ornate blue robe embroidered with gold thread, looking every bit the refined, immortal noble—he still came off as a pretentious fool.
Little Wei glanced down at her own shorts.
Ugh, was she some village bumpkin?
She couldn’t take it anymore.
"Can you take off your clothes?" Little Wei demanded.
Gu Yu: ?
Wait, was this really happening?
His sister-in-law was right there chopping vegetables. He never imagined his own brother could be this desperate—so starved he’d go for anyone.
Gu Yu covered his eyes, too mortified to look.
Even Chi Mu froze on the spot.
"You’re joking, right?"
Little Wei: ?
"Do I look like someone who jokes about this?" Little Wei was utterly done.
Did she seem like the humorous type to him?
Chi Mu: …
"This isn’t appropriate. Everyone’s watching," Chi Mu suddenly felt self-conscious.
Even as a man, he had his pride. Si was in the kitchen, Gu Yu was nearby, and there were two little girls—Little Nailuo and Gu Shengsheng—around. What if they secretly filmed this?
The Void Realm had internet, and he really didn’t want to end up trending.
Little Wei took a long moment to process Chi Mu’s implication.
Her reaction: ???
What the hell was this?
She just hated his flashy outfit, that’s all.
She didn’t have it, and she was jealous. Ugh.
"What I meant was, next time, there’s no need to dress so extravagantly," Little Wei said, gesturing at his outfit.
Chi Mu finally understood and nodded.
"Honestly, it’s just because I came straight from a meeting. We divided responsibilities—each of us will oversee the Canglan Continent for fifty years, then extend it to a hundred or more later. I got lucky and drew fourth place, so I can stay in the Void Realm for 150 years this time."
As he spoke, Chi Mu set the little girl down and rummaged through his robe before pulling out a thick red envelope.
"Here, consider it a gift from your big brother," he said with a grin.
Gu Yu: …
Even the usually stern Gu Yu couldn’t help but twitch his lips.
"You’ve got no shame calling yourself ‘big brother.’ How old are you?" Gu Yu suspected this guy was doing it on purpose.
"True, I wouldn’t even claim him as a son," Little Wei agreed with a nod.
Chi Mu: …
"Whatever, let’s not argue. I’ll help Si cook instead," Chi Mu said, trying to squeeze into the kitchen, only to be shooed out by Si.
"Stay over there. If you’ve got time, take care of Little Nailuo later."
Soon, she and Little Wei would be busy learning to manage the company under Ye Jin’s guidance, leaving no time for Little Nailuo.
As for the Phantom Light Tiger, it had been tossed into a brutal mini-world by Ye Jin a few days ago to toughen up. They just hoped it’d survive.
"Huh? Babysit a little system?" Chi Mu turned to look at Little Nailuo.
They weren’t exactly strangers, but…
"Wait, I’m staying here now, not gallivanting around mini-worlds like before," Chi Mu realized they were probably just dumping Little Nailuo on him because they couldn’t be bothered.
How heartless was that?
"Oh, right," Si glanced at Little Nailuo.
The problem was, Little Nailuo’s current state made it hard for her to break into the top-ten system rankings. While systems outside the top ten lacked human forms, they were otherwise flawless.
To climb the ranks, she needed to grind quietly.
"Fine, then just drop by often to guide her cultivation."
As an AI, Little Nailuo was unbeatable in calculations, but her cultivation was seriously lacking.
Then again, it made sense—her previous company had been downright awful.
"Easy enough. Sure," Chi Mu ruffled Gu Shengsheng’s hair.
What a cute kid.
Too bad she wasn’t his.
If Little Wei weren’t a goddess now, he’d have snatched the kid and bolted.
The company’s tech could always help them make another one, anyway.
Though Little Wei might lose her temper over it.
"Good. Radish, listen up—study hard. Flunk your exams, and it’s off to the factory for you," Little Wei said while peeling an orange.
Little Nailuo: ?
"I’d rather deliver takeout. At least that pays better," Little Nailuo grumbled.
She was way too young to be sent to a factory!
These ruthless capitalists wouldn’t stop until they’d sucked her dry. The thought alone made her eyes well up.
"Alright, enough teasing. Gu Yu, come help serve the dishes. Dinner’s ready," Si called out.
Chi Mu hurried to assist as well.
With such a rare, lively gathering, Si even cracked open a case of beer, filling everyone’s glasses to the brim.
Of course, Gu Shengsheng and Little Nailuo got milk instead.
Chi Mu raised his glass, his eyes sparkling like frost under moonlight.
"Cheers!"
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.
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.
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.”
