Seeing Gu Yan's interest, Bai Jun's eyes lit up with joy as he smiled and said, "Yes, I'm so glad you understand. So, will you join us?"
He looked at Gu Yan expectantly.
The latter fell into deep thought.
The Martial Arts Department... there were many factions within it, and it played a crucial role in the original story. More importantly, there was also a certain special existence inside.
After some consideration, Gu Yan gave an ambiguous answer: "I haven't decided yet, because as you can see."
Gu Yan smiled at a certain young person who had been looking this way: "I'm about to get married, so family comes first."
Marriage....
Bai Jun followed Gu Yan's gaze and suddenly understood.
The young lady of the Leng Family... Leng Qingqiu.
He never expected these two families could come together.
Bai Jun smiled understandingly: "I understand. You're welcome to join us anytime. Just call me when you're interested."
He took out his phone, opened WeChat, and smiled at Gu Yan: "Let's add each other as friends to stay in touch."
"Sure."
Back to Leng Ling'er's side.
"Brother-in-law! What did you say? Are you really going to join the army?"
Leng Ling'er looked at Gu Yan nervously, afraid he might nod.
Gu Yan shook his head and teased, "No, how could I leave when I have such a beautiful sister like yours? I couldn't bear to go."
Seeing Gu Yan praise her sister, Leng Ling'er felt as if he was praising her too. She giggled happily, feeling relieved: "Hehe! I knew you wouldn't leave us!"
Bai Jun watched this scene with a knowing smile. Family, huh...
He looked at Bai Qionglan beside him, whose eyes were filled with envy, and sighed inwardly.
Since their mother's death, not only their father but also his little sister had changed significantly.
But precisely because of this, Bai Jun clenched his fists.
I will definitely protect my family, and then... find that Demonic Martial Artist who killed my mother!
Just then.
The banquet lights began to change and flicker, and the entire hall grew dimmer.
As the music changed, spotlights converged on the stage.
An elegant woman walked up with a microphone and tested the sound.
The crowd realized what was happening.
"Is it starting?"
"Is Chairman Yan about to make his appearance?"
"I'm so excited, the last time I saw Chairman Yan was last time."
"They say he's going to announce the next heir, wonder if it's true."
Gu Yan also looked over, his eyes showing a mysterious expression.
According to his original plan, Yan Huang should die, then Long Zaitian would inherit the King of Hell Palace, and he would control it.
But now, things seemed different, and the development appeared to be following the original story.
He just wondered how Qingqiu would handle it.
Oh right, speaking of Qingqiu, would she be at this banquet too?
When Gu Yan thought about this, an inexplicable joy welled up in his heart. For some reason, just thinking about Qingqiu possibly being here made him very happy.
So he looked around, hoping to find her.
At this time, the banquet host began her opening speech.
"Good evening, distinguished guests."
"I am the host for tonight's banquet. You can call me Hong."
"First, I'd like to thank all the business leaders for taking time from their busy schedules to attend..."
Leng Ling'er sat on the banquet chair with Bai Qionglan holding her arm, and both started feeling bored as they listened.
The former complained, "This woman's speech template is exactly the same as our principal's opening ceremony."
"Did they hire the same person to write their scripts?"
Bai Qionglan smiled at this: "Maybe they used the same writing studio?"
Bai Jun listened silently. The King of Hell Palace is changing its master...
Could that man known as the "King of Hell" finally not resist the erosion of time?
Not necessarily... rumors say he was injured in that battle back then...
Bai Jun glanced at Leng Ling'er with sympathy in his eyes.
Poor child, experiencing that incident from such a young age. He wondered if Gu Yan knew about it.
Though he remembered that the Gu family hadn't participated in that clan-exterminating battle against the demonic path back then.
Thinking of Gu Yan, Bai Jun looked around.
He was stunned to find that the spot where Gu Yan had been standing was now empty.
Where did Gu Yan go??
......
.......
Meanwhile, with Leng Qingqiu, Mei Xue watched the host's entrance and the dimming lights.
She understood that this darkness was their time to act.
So she said to Leng Qingqiu beside her: "Master, we can begin our operation now."
"There's still some time before the King of Hell Palace's master takes the stage. During this period when everyone is watching the speeches and performances, it's our best window of opportunity."
Hearing this.
Leng Qingqiu nodded silently. This banquet was divided into two parts.
The first half would feature performances by actors and celebrities, continuing until the latter half.
The master of the King of Hell Palace would only appear on stage then.
Their task was to control him before Yan Huang took the stage, turning him into a puppet of the Night Organization.
The method was simple.
Leng Qingqiu opened her eyes, the runes slowly rotating within them, her dark green irises appearing in the darkness.
Using the evil eye's ability to absorb others' life essence and feed it back to the master of the King of Hell Palace.
This feedback would not only extend his life but also achieve the goal of controlling him.
This was one of the abilities of these eyes.
It was an ability of equivalent exchange, and moreover... it was compulsory.
"Prepare to move."
Leng Qingqiu calmly gave the order.
She showed complete confidence in this operation.
In the darkness, Mei Xue's abilities were significantly enhanced.
Her power could conceal all their members' presence. Once they began moving,
Everyone would become one with the darkness, and no one could detect them.
Even their current location was hidden through special means.
No one would discover them, or even approach this place.
Mei Xue nodded.
Just as she was about to relay her master's orders.
Suddenly.
"Hello, haven't we met somewhere before?"
A voice reached their ears.
Leng Qingqiu was startled, and Mei Xue was even more shocked.
They both turned to look.
There stood.
Gu Yan, who had walked over and was looking at Leng Qingqiu with curiosity.
!!
Wait! You can see us??
Mei Xue was shocked.
Leng Qingqiu was shocked too.
For a moment.
All three fell silent.

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?"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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.”