At 2:30 AM
Wang Yulan, having exhausted herself after a bout of intense crying, had fallen into a deep sleep.
In the hospital corridor.
Apart from a few police officers on duty,
there were two figures leaning by the window, letting the cold breeze caress their faces.
Chen Yingyin handed Gu Yan the forensic report: "Gu Yan, the forensic report is out. The injuries were likely caused by a type of superheated steel pipe that doesn't exist on the market, piercing through the victim instantly."
"But... you and I both know this isn't an ordinary murder case."
She spoke with a serious tone, looking at Gu Yan, who seemed to have regained his composure: "This... is indeed a case of a martial artist committing murder."
"The murderer is that Xiao Lin."
At this, Chen Yingyin clenched the wall tightly, her voice filled with frustration: "I told you so! I knew that guy was a dangerous element. And now, it's proven true."
"I don't know what Bai Jun from the Bai Family was thinking, or what's going on with the Martial Arts Department."
"How could they let such a dangerous person run free?"
After reviewing the report, Gu Yan spoke with certainty: "It is indeed a martial artist's doing."
He turned to Chen Yingyin, asking earnestly: "Yingyin, although this question might be a bit abrupt, I have to ask... do you have any interest in joining the Martial Arts Department?"
"I believe that the Martial Arts Department needs someone like you, someone with a sense of justice, to bring those criminal martial artists to justice!"
Chen Yingyin, hearing Gu Yan's firm question, fell silent for a moment.
Memories of her conversation with her father surfaced in her mind.
["No way! I won't allow you to join the Martial Arts Department!"]
["Yingyin, listen to your father. I'm not trying to harm you. Think about it, even dealing with ordinary criminals has risks of casualties, let alone martial artists!"]
["Dad! Please!......"]
["No! Absolutely not!!"]
Chen Yingyin clenched her fists tightly, taking a deep breath as if making a decision.
She looked at Gu Yan and assured him: "I will join the Martial Arts Department. I will... change the current situation!"
Gu Yan smiled inwardly, then, in Chen Yingyin's slightly stunned gaze, he pulled out his phone: "In that case... let me call someone."
Ring ring~~
At the Bai Family residence.
Bai Jun, who was sleeping soundly, fumbled for his phone: "Hello... is this a mission?"
"Bai Jun, it's me. Are you asleep?"
Gu Yan?!
Bai Jun was startled. Since exchanging contact details at the last banquet, Gu Yan hadn't called him.
But now... he glanced at the time: 2:30 AM.
He chuckled wryly, asking: "Of course I'm asleep. What's the matter?"
He added, his tone hopeful: "Could it be that you're joining our Martial Arts Department?"
"Ah, it's somewhat related to joining the Martial Arts Department. I'm at Jianghai Hospital right now. Are you free?"
"Sure! Wait there! I'll be right over!"
Bai Jun excitedly ended the call.
With Gu Yan, a natural martial artist, joining, he felt more confident!
Twenty minutes later.
Jianghai Hospital.
Bai Jun rubbed his forehead, looking at the smiling Gu Yan and the calm Chen Yingyin: "So... you want me to recommend Chen Yingyin to join the Martial Arts Department?"
"Although I can do that with my position, but..."
Bai Jun hesitated, glancing at Chen Yingyin: "If she doesn't have the aptitude for cultivation and can't join..."
Chen Yingyin frowned: "I, Chen Yingyin, am no scoundrel. If I'm too weak to join, I won't make a fuss about it!"
Bai Jun nodded. Truthfully, recommending a friend to join was no big deal.
The main thing was that this was Gu Yan's request. He looked at Gu Yan: "You don't have any interest in joining us?"
Gu Yan chuckled wryly: "Can't. I'm getting married soon, so family comes first."
"What? You're getting married?"
Chen Yingyin was surprised, looking at Gu Yan: "Why didn't Uncle Gu mention it?"
"We haven't set the date yet."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely invite you to the engagement party."
Gu Yan joked.
Chen Yingyin thought of her father's earlier nagging about marriage, even suggesting she should consider Gu Yan.
She felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.
Her father's information was way behind the times.
Bai Jun, hearing Gu Yan's excuse again, slapped his back hard: "Gu Yan, how old are you? Getting married so young?"
"I haven't even tied the knot yet. Marriage is a graveyard, you know?"
Gu Yan laughed: "That's because you haven't met the right person. I've found someone I truly love."
As he said this, Gu Yan's expression softened.
Chen Yingyin observed, inwardly sighing. Gu Yan must really love his fiancée. However...
She hesitated, asking: "Does Wang Yulan know you're getting married soon?"
Chen Yingyin wasn't sure, but she felt Wang Yulan might have feelings for Gu Yan.
Gu Yan nodded: "Earlier, when a friend of Wang Yulan's came to visit her, she saw me and said she wanted to be my girlfriend."
He added, sounding slightly helpless: "So I explained that I'm already married. Well, not officially yet, but I do have a fiancée."
"So Wang Yulan should know about this."
Chen Yingyin simply replied with an "oh."
Bai Jun, after hearing Gu Yan out, understood that he was serious.
Though he hadn't heard Gu Yan mention his fiancée's name, Bai Jun had guessed during the banquet: "Is it the talented lady from the Leng Family?"
Gu Yan didn't deny it, nodding with a gentle voice: "Yes, Leng Qingqiu is my love."
Bai Jun sighed softly.
The Leng Family...
He looked at Gu Yan, wanting to say something but eventually kept silent.
He hesitated, unsure whether to reveal what had happened to the Leng Family in the past.
But ultimately, he sighed: "I wish you happiness."
After a few words, he left hurriedly.
What kind of tone was that? Gu Yan's mouth twitched.
Chen Yingyin was also surprised, patting Gu Yan: "Not bad, kid. You're dating Leng Qingqiu from the Leng Family?"
"However... I heard about the Leng Family..."
Before she could finish,
Gu Yan waved his hand, a happy smile on his face: "It doesn't matter. I love everything about Qingqiu."
Seeing this, Chen Yingyin remained silent, sighing: "That's youth for you!"
Why does everyone say that?
However...
Gu Yan leaned by the window, gazing into the distance.
What is Qingqiu doing now...
Is she studying or sleeping...
And has our relationship progressed further... after all... we've kissed...
"Ahhhh!!"
Gu Yan suddenly crouched down, screaming and twitching.
Chen Yingyin: "???"
"I want to kiss her so bad!!"
Chen Yingyin: "Are you a pervert? And stop disturbing the peace!"
......
......
At the Leng Family residence.
Leng Qingqiu tossed and turned in bed, feeling strange.
She clutched her chest, opening her eyes, her face flushing.
Why did she suddenly feel a surge of excitement?
Why was this happening? Gu Yan wasn't here tonight...
Was he visiting Wang Yulan?
Where was he now? What was he doing?
What was this sudden feeling in her heart?
Leng Qingqiu remembered Gu Yan saying he could sense her emotions.
Could it be...
Leng Qingqiu bit her lip, her expression shy. Gu Yan was...
Thinking of her?
That's why she felt so restless?
["Why did you wake up? You need to get enough sleep."]
["You wouldn't want that man to be scared off by your tired face, would you?"]
["That would be too detrimental to our plan..."]
"Mind your own business!"
“And why does kissing sound so strange when you describe it!”
“I have my own special way of handling Gu Yan; I don't need advice from an outsider like you!”
【Hehe... The other me, you've indeed grown a lot over the years】
【Alright, I'll keep a close eye on things】
The voice disappeared, and Leng Qingqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She gently touched her lips, as if the lingering warmth of Gu Yan from earlier was still there.
Gu Yan... would he come tomorrow....
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
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.”
