Just as An Xiaowei was still debating whether to rent a car, Ning Moqing's vehicle pulled up outside the villa gate.
"Xiaowei, I came back to grab something for Little Wan." Ning Moqing unlocked the door with her fingerprint and stepped inside, pausing when she saw Xiaowei fiddling with a bicycle.
"Are you heading out? Need a ride? I'm going to Peaceful Village—is that on your way?" Ning Moqing said as she walked in.
This time, she had sent her assistant, Little Li, to accompany her for filming. The weather at the set was terrible, so she had come to mail some clothes to An Wan.
An Xiaowei glanced at Ning Moqing’s Maserati.
This agent was ridiculously wealthy. And coincidentally, she was also heading to Peaceful Village.
What an ominous-sounding village name.
She quickly agreed.
"Sure."
With such a nice car, it’d be a shame not to stuff a bicycle in the trunk.
Luckily, this one was foldable.
By the time Ning Moqing came back out, An Xiaowei had already folded the bike.
"Do you really need to bring a bicycle everywhere? And why a Bluetooth speaker?" Ning Moqing was utterly baffled.
And what was with the helmet?
"You wouldn’t understand," An Xiaowei said, shoving a hundred-yuan bill into Ning Moqing’s hand.
Ning Moqing: "…"
Was she being hired as a chauffeur now?
Since when had her worth dropped to a hundred yuan?
An Xiaowei studied Ning Moqing’s unreadable expression and hesitated—had she overpaid?
So she took back the hundred and replaced it with some loose change, neatly handing Ning Moqing exactly 3.88 yuan.
Ning Moqing: (''-'')ノ)`-'')
Damn it, Xiaowei was definitely being cheeky on purpose.
"Fine, keep your pennies. Get your stuff and hop in. Where are you going? I’ll drop you off first." Ning Moqing was torn between amusement and exasperation.
"I’m also going to Peaceful Village. Just leave me at the village entrance."
Ning Moqing paused. Peaceful Village wasn’t developed yet—the entrance was quite far from the actual village.
Why stop there?
But she didn’t press further. The entire drive was filled with Xiaowei’s music playlist.
Which consisted entirely of Buddhist chants.
By the time they arrived, Ning Moqing felt like she was about to ascend to the heavens.
There was something off about Xiaowei, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
At the entrance, Ning Moqing helped unload the bike and noticed Xiaowei still scrolling through her playlist.
"Call me if you need anything. I’m meeting a friend in Peaceful Village and mailing a package," Ning Moqing said before driving off, though not without some lingering concern.
Not long after, An Xiaowei spotted a car stalled on the road. A white-haired but energetic old man jumped out and kicked the multi-million-yuan vehicle.
Useless piece of junk.
He pulled out his phone and grabbed some shopping bags from the trunk. Before he could take two steps, a petite, delicate-looking girl pushing a bicycle approached him.
"Grandpa, need a ride?" An Xiaowei patted the rear seat.
"My biking skills are rock-solid. No worries."
Grandpa An eyed the tiny bike, then the girl who barely reached 1.6 meters.
This thing looked like it could topple any second.
"No, thanks, I—" Before he could finish, Yan Chen’s car rolled up beside them.
This was his latest reward from completing a mission. With his system, even taking a dump in the bathroom could earn him prizes.
So Yan Chen was as smug as ever.
He rolled down the window and glanced at the old man. That stalled car was expensive—this grandpa had to be loaded.
He definitely had a stunning granddaughter or niece who’d be hopelessly obsessed with him, just like in the novels.
But no. Yan Chen would make it clear—he only had eyes for An Wan.
A devoted man was far more attractive.
With that in mind, Yan Chen smiled warmly. "Uncle, car trouble? I’m heading into the village—need a lift?"
Grandpa An studied the car.
Not bad. Tempting.
But before he could lift a leg, An Xiaowei suddenly latched onto his arm, wailing dramatically, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Don’t you remember me? I’m An Yuhe from the Big Ming Lake!"
Grandpa An: "…"
Yan Chen: "…"
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What kind of lunatic is this host? Is there still hope for her?
Yan Chen hadn’t noticed the girl earlier, but now he recognized her—An Wan’s little sister. So her name was An Yuhe?
What a tacky name. Yet, inexplicably, he loved it.
So charming.
"Yuhe, little sister, your sister’s away filming. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here? I could’ve driven you," Yan Chen said, tapping the steering wheel with a hint of pride.
An Xiaowei: ?
"I have a ride too. Come on, Grandpa! You promised—one day, you’d ride in my vehicle, whether it’s a kiddie car or a Rolls-Royce. You said you’d never judge!"
An Xiaowei was fully committed to the act, leaving Grandpa An deeply uncomfortable.
He’d never even been to Big Ming Lake.
Had the city hospital’s security failed? How did this clearly unwell girl escape?
He wanted to accept Yan Chen’s offer, but guilt gnawed at him.
This girl was probably neglected, driven to madness.
If his second granddaughter hadn’t gone missing, she’d be about this girl’s age now.
With a sigh, Grandpa An relented. "Alright, little girl. You’re sure you can handle this?"
"Absolutely! Trust me."
An Xiaowei took the bike for a quick spin to demonstrate. Convinced, Grandpa An reluctantly climbed on.
Yan Chen was floored. What kind of underhanded trick was this?
And why was the old man playing along?
As Grandpa An settled in, An Xiaowei turned and winked at Yan Chen.
"Happy early Head Seventh~"
Then she hit play on her music.
"Fold a paper crane, tie a red ribbon, wishing good folks luck every day~"
"Work hard for a sweet life, stay healthy in spring, toil a lifetime for smiles and cheer~"
The cheerful tune faded into the distance.
Yan Chen clutched his chest.
No, no—ambulance, ambulance!
It felt like An Xiaowei had just ripped away his first human cheat code.
The sheer agony of it overwhelmed him, and he passed out.
Some time later, a knock on the window startled him awake.
"Sir, are you—" Yan Chen sat up, only for a slip of paper to be tossed inside.
"Parking ticket. Who said you could stop here?"
Yan Chen: "…"
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
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.
