Half an hour later.
Mei Xue left the Gu Family.
She touched her neck, her expression becoming somewhat heavy.
Although there were no unusual changes in her body at the moment, having a tentacle embedded inside her was still uncomfortable.
Even so, Mei Xue didn’t regret it.
For her younger brother, she could do anything.
Even betray her master...
Mei Xue’s figure flickered in the shadows.
She sighed inwardly.
She never expected that the fake Night King would be Gu Yan. Master... I’m sorry.
Gu Yan’s request was simple.
He wanted her to maintain her current situation while also going to a base called "Hope's Light" to teach the children there how to cultivate.
According to Gu Yan, that was his... well, our main base.
Currently, there were only a few children, but as time went on, the number of people would only increase.
The base would also become more organized.
Mei Xue didn’t know what Gu Yan was really planning, but she did know that once she boarded this ship, there was no getting off.
["As long as you complete this task, I will return your brother’s soul to you."]
Mei Xue recalled Gu Yan’s smug face in her mind.
She had heard this line from him too many times.
But... at this point, she had no choice but to believe him!
......
.......
Mei Xue left.
And only then did another person appear in Gu Yan’s room.
"Sir, I’ll take my leave now."
The Claw stood in the shadows, speaking respectfully to Gu Yan.
To prevent any accidents, Gu Yan had long since instructed the Claw to stay in the room and protect him.
"Mm."
Gu Yan nodded.
As the Claw’s figure disappeared, Gu Yan’s expression finally relaxed.
He rubbed his cheeks; it was exhausting to keep up the act of a villain with a twisted smirk.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Finally, one matter is settled."
Gu Yan yawned and then lay down on the bed.
Closing his eyes, he began planning his next steps in his mind.
First, the current situation.
All the forces that had flooded into Jianghai had been wiped out.
Only Liu Jianxing was left alive.
Because of his special status, Gu Yan kept him around for future use.
Next were the members of the Night Organization.
According to Mei Xue, Murong Ci, Shangguan Miaoyin, and the revived Bai Lian would all join the Martial Arts Department.
Then You Xingxue and Mei Xue herself would also be invited to join and form a new team.
With so many infiltrating at once, the plan to whitewash the Night Organization was progressing smoothly.
Finally, Bai Jun.
After so many events, he must already be sweating bullets.
But there was no need to worry too much.
After all, he wasn’t just a grandmaster; he was also the youngest genius grandmaster in the Martial Arts Department.
At most, he’d just get scolded a bit and that would be the end of it...
What needed attention was what came next...
With so many people dead, it would definitely draw the focus of various departments.
The news that the Night King had truly been revived would spread to all the sects still on the sidelines.
In the near future, countless martial artists would flood back into Jianghai.
In short, Gu Yan couldn’t afford to make any moves for a while.
He needed to lay low for some time.
Now, as for his own situation...
Strength was secondary; influence was the most important.
First was his secret base, Hope's Light.
He had entrusted Long Zaitian of the King of Hell Palace to renovate and rebuild it.
Once the construction was complete, he could fully focus on building his own faction.
As for resources, that wasn’t an issue either.
The Gu Family’s power could handle everything.
Plus, with Mei Xue’s assistance... his faction would only grow stronger.
Thinking of this, Gu Yan suddenly remembered the upcoming family annual meeting at the end of the year.
This was actually a plot point that had been glossed over in the original story, as it wasn’t relevant to the main characters.
But through his real-world knowledge, he had some understanding of what would happen.
The annual meeting was always held at the Gu Family Manor.
All his siblings, aunts, and uncles would attend, along with representatives from the businesses under the Gu Family.
Time was tight, and Gu Yan had a lot to do.
But before that...
He shifted into a more comfortable position.
No, no, he was too tired. Tomorrow’s work could wait until tomorrow.
For now, he needed to rest for a few days.
......
......
The Leng Family.
"Sis...!"
"Have you been using some new skincare products recently?"
Leng Ling'er, carrying her small backpack, looked at her radiant older sister in shock.
?
"No, why do you ask?"
Leng Qingqiu was taken aback, then replied hesitantly.
Her heart tightened. What was wrong?
Had her skin gotten worse? Had she become less attractive?
When she went out with Gu Yan yesterday... had he noticed?
"No? Then why does your skin look so soft and smooth? Ugh... it’s like a newborn baby’s skin!"
Leng Ling'er compared her own skin to her sister’s.
Although she was also fair and delicate, compared to her sister, it was like night and day!
It was unbelievable!
What kind of skincare routine was her sister following?
"........"
"Enough of that. Hurry up and go to class."
Leng Qingqiu fell silent for a moment. Couldn’t this child stop being so dramatic?
"Okay!"
Leng Ling'er responded, then headed out and got into the car Gu Yan had sent for her.
Click~
As the door closed, the Leng Family was once again left with only Leng Qingqiu.
[Your skin has improved because you’ve been in contact with the furnace more often, right?]
Xiao Leng popped up, asking a question she already knew the answer to.
Leng Qingqiu snorted lightly, "Do you have to say it out loud?"
"But recently, I’ve been feeling a bit strange..."
Leng Qingqiu stretched her body, her brows slightly raised, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "My body feels lighter, and I’m more energetic."
"That’s the benefit of going to bed early and waking up early."
[Is that so? But as the Night King, you’re not affected by such things.]
[If you want to become even more beautiful, you’ll have to do it through other means.]
"Other means?"
[Yes, like absorbing the furnace’s bodily fluids.]
"........"
Leng Qingqiu was speechless. What was Xiao Leng even thinking about?
She replied with some annoyance, "Xiao Leng, just shut up. You don’t understand anything."
"My skin has improved because I’ve been following a regular sleep schedule, not staying up all night like before."
"So it has absolutely nothing to do with your so-called ‘absorbing Gu Yan’s bodily fluids’!"
"And the way you’re talking makes it sound like I’m some kind of succubus who needs Gu Yan’s fluids to survive."
[Aren’t you?]
"...Get lost!"
Leng Qingqiu, flustered and angry, didn’t want to waste any more words on Xiao Leng. She snorted, "I’m done talking to you. I have things to do."
With that, she quickly ran upstairs.
Just as Xiao Leng thought she was going to study, Leng Qingqiu pulled out some yarn from a cabinet and started knitting.
"Hmph, it’s almost done. Gu Yan will definitely be surprised when he sees it."
[........]
[What about studying? Didn’t you say yesterday that you were going to visit the Night Organization’s base to plan the next steps?]
At this, Leng Qingqiu’s expression stiffened slightly.
Then she coughed lightly and replied, "Xiao Leng, can you stop talking? I have my own plans."
"I’ll go after I finish knitting this scarf!"
[You better...]
Xiao Leng had already seen through her other self. Ever since she started spending time with Gu Yan, she had become incredibly lazy.
"Hmph, what do you know?"
[.......]
Xiao Leng: I’ll endure it!

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, 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?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.”