Gu Family Manor.
"Grandma! I missed you so much!"
Gu Yingying put on an adorable act as she threw herself into Grandmother Gu's arms.
Grandmother Gu affectionately ruffled Gu Yingying's head, her face lighting up with a warm smile. "Oh my, my Yingying has grown so much."
"It's only been a year, but you've become even more beautiful."
Gu Yingying beamed at the praise, giggling. "Thank you, Grandma!"
Grandmother Gu nodded with a smile before turning a slightly reproachful gaze toward Gu Yunrou. "So, you finally remembered to visit this old lady today?"
The latter gave an awkward smile and quickly stepped forward to loop her arm through Grandmother Gu's. "I’ve just been so busy with work. But the moment I had time, I rushed right over!"
"Hmph. Busy, busy—always busy. Might as well forget about us old folks altogether."
"Grandma~~"
Meanwhile.
Ignored by everyone, the patriarch of the Gu family, Gu Tianlong, sat stiffly by himself, sipping tea with an air of solemnity.
"Old Master Gu, why are you drinking tea all alone over here?"
Gu Yan strolled over casually, picked up a cup, and poured himself some tea with a grin.
Gu Tianlong frowned slightly at the sight and let out a displeased snort. "Still as disrespectful as ever."
Despite his words, having someone finally acknowledge him eased Gu Tianlong’s mood just a little.
"We’re family—no need for such formalities. All those rules just make things tedious."
Gu Yan took a slow sip of tea, then flashed a bright smile at Gu Tianlong. "By the way, dear Grandpa, do you happen to know any geniuses with management skills? Mind introducing me to a couple?"
The construction of Hope’s Light was complete, and the divisions were set. While he could easily find ordinary talent, managerial experts in the martial arts field were harder to come by.
Since this was his own organization, he needed top-tier management personnel.
Gu Tianlong set down his teacup and shot Gu Yan a mildly irritated look. "No wonder you came over—just buttering me up for a favor."
"Old Master Gu, how could you think that? I came over because I missed you dearly!"
"I just happened to remember this matter and mentioned it in passing."
"If you don’t want to help, forget it."
"To think you’d doubt me like this—my heart is shattered!"
Gu Yan clutched his chest dramatically, his face contorted in exaggerated pain.
"......"
Gu Tianlong’s expression twitched. Is this really my son Tianming’s child? My grandson?
He may have stopped chasing after Shen Wan’er from the Shen family, but how did he turn into such a clown?
Still... since his grandson was asking for help, he couldn’t refuse.
So.
"Enough with the act."
Gu Tianlong took another sip of tea, his face impassive. "Old Man Luo from the Jianghai Luo Family is a good friend of mine. Their family specializes in martial arts training."
"They should have the kind of talent you’re looking for."
Hearing this.
Gu Yan blinked. "Old Master Gu, how did you know—"
He was about to ask how Gu Tianlong knew he needed someone for martial arts management when—
Gu Tianlong cut him off with a cold snort. "Your father took ten elite guards from the Gu Family. It wasn’t hard to guess they were for you."
"What you do outside is your business. If you need resources, the Gu Family will support you."
"But remember this..."
Gu Tianlong set down his cup and fixed Gu Yan with a stern gaze. "Handle what you can on your own."
"But if you ever face someone or something beyond your means, come to the family immediately."
"Don’t try to shoulder it alone."
Gu Yan fell silent for a moment, touched.
So this is the bond of a powerful family?
The unity of a so-called "villainous" clan?
He took a deep breath and smiled. "I will. Thank you, Grandpa."
Grandpa...
Gu Tianlong’s brows lifted slightly, but he said nothing, simply returning to his tea.
Then, suddenly.
As if remembering something, Gu Tianlong glanced at Gu Yan. "By the way, how are things between you and that girl from the Leng Family?"
"Rumors are spreading. When are you going to clarify things?"
The moment these words left his mouth—
Whoosh!
Gu Tianlong suddenly felt multiple pairs of eyes boring into him.
He stiffened and turned toward the source.
Instantly, sweat trickled down his back.
His wife, Grandmother Gu, was staring at him with a deceptively gentle smile.
Meanwhile, his two granddaughters were laser-focused on Gu Yan.
??
What? Did I say something wrong??
Gu Yan, however, remained unruffled. "Qingqiu and I are doing wonderfully."
"But we’re taking things slow. It’s not as exaggerated as the rumors make it out to be."
"I plan to bring Qingqiu to the family gathering and make an official announcement then."
As Gu Yan finished speaking—
Gu Yunrou and Gu Yingying’s expressions grew increasingly strange.
When they heard he intended to bring Leng Qingqiu to the gathering, an indescribable feeling settled over them.
Gu Yan set down his teacup and smiled at Grandmother Gu. "Is that alright, Grandma?"
Grandmother Gu’s lips curved upward as she nodded. "Your love life is your own. You decide."
"Thank you, Grandma."
With her approval, the matter was settled.
Before leaving the Gu Family Manor.
Gu Yan ran into an unexpected person.
Namely—
"Young Master Gu, the family gathering is approaching soon."
"I’m sure Young Master Zihua will be looking forward to seeing you then."
Xuehua, the maid he hadn’t seen in a long time, stood blocking Gu Yan’s path.
Though she tried to hide it, the triumphant glint in her eyes didn’t escape Gu Yan’s notice.
Back then, Gu Yan had made a deal with her—if she could refrain from seeing or contacting her beloved Young Master Gu Zihua until the gathering, he wouldn’t expose their relationship.
In fact, he’d even help them elope.
And now, that deadline was almost up.
Gu Yan knew exactly what she was hinting at, so he feigned resignation. "Ah, I didn’t think you’d last this long. Guess I lose this time. I admit, your perseverance is impressive."
"Hmph. Thank you for the praise, Young Master."
"Xuehua has matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave now."
She bowed slightly to Gu Yan and the others before walking away, already dreaming of her reunion with Young Master Gu Zihua at the gathering.
"?"
"Since when were you and Xuehua so close, Gu Yan?"
"Gu Yan, is she your—"
Gu Yunrou and Gu Yingying eyed him suspiciously.
Gu Yan’s lips twitched. "How on earth did you get the idea that we’re close?"
"That was pure hostility, not friendliness."
"And also..."
He turned to the two women still trailing him. "Why are you still following me?"
"I’m going home now, ladies."
At this, Gu Yunrou looked puzzled. "If we don’t follow you, where else would we stay?"
"Exactly."
Gu Yingying nodded and shot a glare at Gu Yan. "Brother, don’t even think about ditching us. Since we’re in Jianghai now, as the local big shot, you’d better take responsibility for us."
"??? What on earth are you talking about?"
"Is Grandmother and Grandfather’s place not big enough for you two?"
Gu Yan slowly typed out a few question marks in his mind.
Were these two sisters seriously planning to follow him back home??
Just the thought of it made him glance at the two smirking, scheming sisters in front of him.
For a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched.

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.

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.”

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!