Nine o'clock.
"Haah~"
Gu Yan walked downstairs, full of energy.
He rubbed his shoulders—what a comfortable sleep.
And there was a familiar scent lingering on him, as if the Qingqiu from his dreams had somehow seeped into reality.
But that was impossible, of course.
Still, he ought to thank Xiao Leng. She must have been the one who carried him back to his room last night.
Just then.
A familiar voice came from the living room: "Awake? Ling'er's already left for school."
"Breakfast is ready. Help yourself."
Gu Yan turned toward the sound and saw Leng Qingqiu sitting calmly on the sofa, the morning news playing on the TV.
"Morning, Qingqiu."
"You're as stunning as ever today!"
He greeted her cheerfully.
Qingqiu was Qingqiu, already in full businesswoman mode this early in the morning.
As for breakfast? Nah, he wasn’t a breakfast person.
With that, he headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
"......"
Leng Qingqiu glanced sideways at the living energy source that had just disappeared into the bathroom.
Then...
She immediately covered her face, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Ugh... this is so embarrassing. No matter how she thought about it, it was mortifying.
She’d actually slept with Gu Yan last night.
But...
Leng Qingqiu frowned. Even though she’d made him think it was just a dream in the end...
Why was Gu Yan acting so nonchalant about it?
Shouldn’t he at least explain why he ended up in her bed last night?
Unless...
He had a sleepwalking habit?
Leng Qingqiu couldn’t figure it out, and she didn’t want to dwell on it.
Him not bringing it up was fine—it saved her the awkwardness.
A moment later.
Gu Yan returned to the living room and plopped down right next to Leng Qingqiu, leaning into her. "Qingqiu, my Qingqiu~"
"The weather’s so nice today. How about we go out and have some fun?"
Leng Qingqiu pressed a hand against his face and pushed him away, inwardly sighing.
This damn man. He really had forgotten everything from last night.
"No."
She huffed lightly. Why was she the only one overthinking this? So annoying!
Not that she didn’t want to go, but she really did have things to do.
With the forbidden zone expedition over, she needed to make an appearance at the organization, hear the debrief, and plan her next steps.
"Rejecting me so fast?"
"Qingqiu, don’t you want to go eat something delicious?"
Delicious food...
At his words, Leng Qingqiu shot him a sidelong glance.
As tempting as it was...
Between last night, this morning, and the Night Organization’s affairs, she felt like she’d been slacking off too much lately. She needed to focus on serious matters!
So.
"No means no. I’m busy today."
"Besides..."
She crossed her arms and smirked. "Shouldn’t you be a wounded man resting at home right now?"
"Parading around outside—do you even want to keep playing the weakling anymore?"
"Though..."
Her smirk widened. "For a Xiantian, you’re pretty weak."
Gu Yan: !!!?
"You know about that too?!"
He was shocked. Sure, being Xiantian was true, but Xiantian wasn’t weak!
He was still a Xiantian, damn it!
"Yep. Your mom called me this morning and explained your situation."
Leng Qingqiu waved her phone with a grin. "Ling'er helped set it up."
Gu Yan sighed internally.
Now that he thought about it, it made sense.
This forbidden zone trip had been even more dangerous. No matter how tough he was, he shouldn’t be bouncing around the next day like nothing happened.
Plus...
Qingqiu probably had organization matters to handle. She really didn’t have time to idle around with him.
Resigned, Gu Yan let it go.
He also needed to make an appearance at his own organization and check on things there.
Noticing his disappointment, Leng Qingqiu’s heart softened.
After a brief hesitation, she added, "It’s not like I’ll be busy forever..."
Her voice dropped slightly. "You can come find me this weekend. I’ll be free."
The moment she said it—
"!!"
"Qingqiu! I knew you loved me the most!"
"Come here, give me a kiss!"
"...Get lost!"
......
Boom!
As Gu Yan’s car drove away, Leng Qingqiu’s heart suddenly felt hollow.
[The furnace is gone.]
Xiao Leng’s voice echoed in her mind.
"I know."
Leng Qingqiu withdrew her gaze and turned back inside.
In an instant, her demeanor shifted—cold and detached.
She raised her hand, and a dagger materialized in her grip.
Staring at the gradually calming blade, she murmured, "It’s getting harder to control this dagger lately..."
"Does this mean..."
A thought crossed her mind, filling her with turmoil.
If it really was what she suspected...
Gu Yan... what should I do?
Revenge... is the path I’m supposed to walk.
With a quiet sigh, she dismissed the dagger and walked toward the dining table.
Only to—
Discover that the food on the table hadn’t been touched at all.
"Gu Yan—!!"
Leng Qingqiu gritted her teeth, seething.
Her fists clenched. No wonder he bolted so fast.
This bastard! He just hates my cooking, doesn’t he?!
Ugh! And I even went out of my way to make 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 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.
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.”
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."
