Time flew by...
In the blink of an eye, three days had passed!
Chu Yang and Xiao Ce, with their arms around each other's shoulders, knocked on Shen Yuan's door.
Shen Yuan yawned. You guys are here so early?
Yeah!
Xiao Ce nodded. You said I was going with you to the banquet... This time, I plan to eat a pound of food!
That's called eating a ton! Chu Yang raised an eyebrow. The two-thousand-pound kind!
Xiao Ce: ...
Do I even have that big of an appetite?
Alright, let's get ready. We just need to arrive right on time!
After all, I am the sky of the Magic City!
Shen Yuan smirked.
Seeing this smile, Xiao Ce was left speechless. He muttered, If I held a gun to your head, would you still dare to say you're the sky of the Magic City?
Shen Yuan's face twitched. If you don't know how to speak, just shut your mouth!
By the way, have you dealt with Ling Zhantian?
Shen Yuan asked. Also, keep an eye on Jiang Anran's situation for me! You need to help me handle Liu Ruyan's problem too!
After all, you're the one in the official department. You have the connections!
I only have money!
Shen Yuan added.
I've already arranged for someone to keep an eye on Ling Zhantian!
Don't worry...
Once we gather all the evidence... or if he commits a crime on the spot...
A wicked smile appeared on Xiao Ce's lips. I'll let him know who the real sky of the Magic City is!
Shen Yuan: Don't copy the way I talk!
Damn it! Xiao Ce tugged at his clothes. I am the God of War!
With a single command from me, a hundred thousand Dragon City soldiers...
Before he could finish his sentence...
Shen Yuan and Chu Yang walked out with their arms around each other's shoulders.
No, my hundred thousand!
My hundred thousand!
Xiao Ce hurriedly chased after them. When will you two let me finish showing off for once?!
The two didn't even look back, simply raising their middle fingers.
Xiao Ce: There is no love left!
You two are prejudiced against me!
Sigh!
The prejudice in people's hearts is a Brokeback Mountain, and this mountain is called Chengdu.
That's right, I have a wife!
You two are just single dogs!
You two have never had love!
I'll show you what having no love is like!
Xiao Ce followed them out.
Meanwhile...
Inside a residential area of Tomson Riviera.
A two-story, three-hundred-square-meter villa was situated there!
Lin Yu was inside the villa, crawling on the ground with a white cloth in his hand.
After wringing it out over the bucket beside him, he meticulously wiped the expensive floor beneath him.
Despite how luxurious this place looked, not a single thing here belonged to him!
He was merely a live-in son-in-law who had married into the Tang family.
Three years. It had been exactly three years!
Over these past three years, since marrying into the family, he had done nothing but servants' work and had never once slept in Tang Mengxin's bed.
The reason was simple: Tang Mengxin looked down on him.
The only thing that truly belonged to him...
Was that worn-out bicycle!
That's right, who needs a sports car when you have a bicycle!
A beautiful woman walked down from upstairs. Looking at Lin Yu and the smile on his face, a wave of disgust washed over her heart.
Trash!
I don't know why Grandpa insisted on making me marry him!
Hmph!
Honey, you're here?
Lin Yu stood up with a cheerful smile.
Tang Mengxin snorted coldly. Was this man just a dog?
She had made things difficult for Lin Yu many times.
Washing clothes, cooking, scrubbing toilets!
She even made him wipe the floors clean with a rag!
Yet... this guy Lin Yu never resisted!
Tang Mengxin was truly helpless; she simply couldn't find a single fault to pick with Lin Yu.
Today is my grandmother's birthday. You'd better not cause any trouble for me!
A trace of disgust flashed through Tang Mengxin's eyes.
Lin Yu hurriedly nodded. Don't worry, I'll definitely do a good job!
Wearing sky-high heels, Tang Mengxin strolled out step by step.
Sister, Brother-in-law...
A timid voice rang out as a girl with a beautiful figure, soft shoulder lines, and a slender but not frail waist walked out.
She smiled timidly, yet carried a relaxed gentleness, like drifting clouds melting into the warm light of a spring day—unassuming, but exceptionally comforting to look at.
Mengyao.
Lin Yu smiled. You're here?
Brother-in-law, wipe your sweat!
Tang Mengyao handed Lin Yu a towel. Her gaze was clear and peaceful, carrying a faint smile, like a pool of warm, soft spring water.
Thank you!
Lin Yu smiled, took the towel, and wiped his sweat.
Tang Mengyao pursed her lips. Have you prepared a gift for Grandma?
Did my sister give you any money?
Tang Mengyao asked carefully.
Lin Yu gave a free-spirited smile. Don't worry, I've got the gift ready!
Tang Mengyao: Liar!
You don't have any money at all!
My dear brother-in-law... don't you know that if you go to the birthday banquet, you'll definitely embarrass yourself this time!
If your gift isn't presentable...
Actually, Brother-in-law, I still have a few million in pocket money!
Tang Mengyao hesitated for a moment. How about I transfer it to you so you can go buy a nice gift?
Lin Yu froze for a second, then smiled. I have a gift, really, there's no need!
Tang Mengyao opened her mouth to speak.
Alright, go do what you need to do. I'm going to keep mopping the floor!
Lin Yu smiled, turned around, and continued wiping the floor.
However, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Three years!
It's been three years, have I still not warmed your heart?
Mengxin, do you really look down on me that much?
But, I remember...
You clearly saved me!
I was severely injured at the time, covered in blood, and it was you who saved me!
You are clearly such a good person, so why refuse to show me even a little bit of kindness?
Today marks the end of the three-year period!
Perhaps...
It is time for you and me to separate.
Lin Yu sighed and continued wiping the floor.
Time flew by...
Very quickly, it was noon!
Shen Yuan and the other two swaggered into the Longteng Club.
That's right, it was his family's property!
Old Madam Tang's birthday banquet was being held right here today!
Lin Yu!
A middle-aged woman wearing heavy foundation lashed out at Lin Yu. Look at you, what can you even do?
You break a vase just by walking. What use are you?
Besides washing clothes, cooking, and scrubbing pots, what else can you do?
I have no idea why Dad insisted on making you our live-in son-in-law!
Smack...
Without hesitation, she slapped Lin Yu across the face.
Lin Yu: ...
Endure it, endure it!
Just a little more time...
Once the agreed time passes... I'll kill you the first chance I get!
Anyway, I've already decided to divorce Mengxin!
What are you still standing there for?
The guests have arrived. Hurry to the back and help with the chores!
Mother Tang snorted coldly.
Mom!
Tang Mengyao hurriedly spoke up from the side, It's Grandma's birthday, don't act like this. It's not right.
What's not right about it?
Am I wrong in what I said?
Isn't Lin Yu just a piece of trash?
Mother Tang turned her head and slapped Lin Yu on the forehead again. Does this piece of trash actually think he can sit at the main table?
Hurry up and get to work!
If I'm in a good mood, I might let you sit at a table for a bite to eat. But if you don't do a good job...
Get the hell out of here early!
Mother Tang spat, Trash!
Mother Tang turned and walked away.
Tang Mengyao opened her mouth. Brother-in-law, Mom is just that kind of person. She's just...
Lin Yu waved his hand dismissively. "Thank you, Mengyao! But it doesn't matter anymore!"
"I'm already used to it!"
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
