Chu Yang sneaked up behind Shen Yuan, nudged his waist with an elbow, and winked. Quite a lot of people showed up today!
Shen Yuan nodded. It is really lively. It is a pity our sister didn't come back; we are missing a foodie buddy.
Chu Yang was taken aback. Our sister?
Shen Yuan slapped his forehead and laughed. Oh, your sister!
Chu Yang replied, Your sister!
The next moment, he reacted. Oh, our sister!
Chu Yang smiled. There is a time difference over there after all, don't be so petty. She should have sent you a message by now, right?
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Shen Yuan waved his hand dismissively. Changing the subject, he lowered his voice with a cheeky grin, But your boy now has forty-five thousand villain points, get it?
Chu Yang's eyes widened like saucers. What the hell?!
Guess I forgot to tell you.
Shen Yuan said with a playful smile, Farmed them off Liu Ruyan last night. A whole forty-five thousand, a massive profit!
Chu Yang's face instantly fell, looking aggrieved. You have so many villain points, and you still beat me up this morning?
Yangzi, that is not going to work!
You farmed forty-five thousand off Liu Ruyan, but how much did you farm off me?
You need to beat me up a few more times to make up for it!
Chu Yang said solemnly.
Shen Yuan was amused by his outrageous request.
You don't know jack!
Ten villain points can be exchanged for a bottle of basic healing pills. Splitting one into four pieces lets me farm four times; five pills mean twenty times.
If you get hurt, recovering is too much of a hassle. It is a huge loss and not cost-effective, understand?
Shen Yuan smiled faintly.
Chu Yang was speechless.
You really forget the old as soon as you get someone new.
I was your first time!
Have I turned from your pristine white moonlight into a smeared mosquito bloodstain?
I can suppress my cultivation! Chu Yang wasn't ready to give up, patting his chest in assurance. Just treat me like an ordinary person...
Bullshit!
Shen Yuan raised his middle finger. You are already in the Qi Condensation stage. Even if you don't use spiritual energy, is your body the same as an ordinary person's?
Liu Ruyan can yield a ten to three thousand ratio; you are at best ten to seven hundred and fifty!
The cost-performance ratio just isn't worth it!
Shen Yuan laughed out loud.
Chu Yang clutched his chest, looking sorrowful. But I was your first time...
Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow and slowly retorted, You said it yourself, a person shouldn't be too petty.
Chu Yang thought: Damn it! This boomerang hit back harder than a rocket!
Brother, what are you guys talking about? What first time?
Led by Uncle Gou, Chu Yiyi walked over. Her big eyes were full of curiosity, like a gossipy little squirrel.
Nothing!
The two shook their heads simultaneously and said in unison, Kids shouldn't ask so many questions!
Young Master, when the banquet is announced to begin in a moment, it will be your turn to go on stage!
Uncle Gou, holding Shi Yuanyuan, reminded him earnestly.
Miss Yiyi, stop asking!
If you must know...
Between your two brothers... in the future, you might have to call one of them sister-in-law!
Uncle Gou, I understand. Shen Yuan nodded and looked ahead. Take Yiyi over there first!
Alright!
Uncle Gou led Chu Yiyi inside.
By the way...
Chu Yang nudged Shen Yuan again. So many people came today, did our fiancees show up?
Nope!
Shen Yuan yawned casually. They went abroad for business! Haven't come back yet!
When she gets back, I am going to break off the engagement!
You can take over the rest of the job.
Shen Yuan smiled faintly.
Chu Yang quickly waved his hands. No thanks!
I don't want her dropping a line like, I only have one fiance!
My one true love is Brother Shen Yuan!
You will never have my heart!
Chu Yang licked his lips. I have been watching short dramas these past few days, I know all the tropes!
Shen Yuan gave him the middle finger. It is just a commercial marriage, there are no real feelings involved.
Shen Yuan!
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.
A rather gentle and elegant-looking man walked over, his face carrying a trace of suppressed anger.
Shen Yuan recognized him.
This was the young master of the Song Group, Song Mian.
What is it?
Shen Yuan glanced at him sideways. Looking for trouble?
Did you do that to Ruyan?
Song Mian pointed at Shen Yuan's nose and started scolding. How could you treat her like that?
She is just a pure, kind, and lovely girl...
Didn't she just break one of your porcelain vases?
Huh!?
How could you be so heartless as to fire her directly...
Do you know how heartbroken Ruyan cried today?
Song Mian yelled.
Shen Yuan stroked his chin and fell into deep thought.
He came here for Liu Ruyan?
A moment later, Shen Yuan suddenly realized.
After a little thought, it dawned on him.
Understood, understood!
Beside the female lead of a female-oriented novel, there is always a gentle second male lead!
Who knows when Liu Ruyan hooked up with him.
As expected of Great Emperor Ruyan, her speed at picking up guys is ridiculously fast!
Young Master Song!
Shen Yuan's tone instantly turned cold, his eyes carrying a sense of oppression. First of all, this is my birthday banquet. Since you were invited, you need to understand basic etiquette!
At my birthday banquet, I can throw a fit, but you cannot!
By making a fool of yourself here, you have pressed your Song family's face into the dirt and smashed it into eight pieces!
Or is it... you brought yourself here, but left your class on the ground?
Secondly, Liu Ruyan is an employee of my company. Does how I choose to deal with her have a single dime to do with your Song Group?
Shen Yuan's voice carried a trace of iciness. Does your father know you came over to confront me like this?
A mere three-hundred-billion-dollar group dares to jump around blindly in front of me?
Have I been too kind?
No, you know that is not what I mean!
Song Mian's face looked a bit ugly. I am just standing up for Ruyan! Why are you so cold-blooded?
I am cold, I am ruthless, I am unreasonable!
Shen Yuan sneered. Is that what you mean?
Chu Yang, bring him and follow me!
Shen Yuan turned around.
You got it!
Chu Yang rubbed his hands together. Without waiting for Song Mian to react, he punched him right in the temple.
Song Mian's eyes rolled back, and he passed out immediately.
Chu Yang propped the man up and followed Shen Yuan, smiling happily. How is that? High enough efficiency, right?
Shen Yuan's mouth twitched: I told you to bring him...
Aren't I bringing him? Chu Yang smiled faintly.
Shen Yuan's mouth twitched twice.
That wasn't what I meant!
Did you really have to knock him out?
The two arrived in front of a middle-aged man.
Chu Yang casually tossed Song Mian over.
The middle-aged man was startled.
Mr. Song, it seems your son's brain isn't working too well.
Shen Yuan's tone was flat. Yangzi, wake him up.
Oh!
Chu Yang kicked Song Mian right in the nether regions.
Arooo!
Song Mian let out a miserable shriek and leaped up.
Father Song's face looked rather ugly. Young Master Shen, aren't you going a bit too...
Make him shut up!
Shen Yuan said. Don't knock him out!
Chu Yang poked a finger into Song Mian's throat.
Song Mian: Aba aba aba...
Father Song's face turned ashen. Young Master Shen, don't think that just because of your Shen family...
So on and so forth, yada yada yada! Shen Yuan interrupted his words.
Father Song: ...
"I'd really like to know... my intern breaks my porcelain vase, and Song Mian comes running over to demand an explanation from me?"
"Mr. Song, if an intern at your company was just as careless and cost you over ten million in losses..."
"Would you go up and give her a hug, just like your son did?"
"And tell her that it's alright?"
"Are you brain-dead?"
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.”
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...
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?!
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?"
