Gu Yan's mouth twitched. In the original story, the Gu family was indeed besieged and divided up by the protagonist Xiao Lin leading all the family forces of Jianghai City.
Back to reality, Gu Yan nodded and asked with a smile, "Dad, can I borrow some capable bodyguards? Nothing too fancy, just ones at Old Gao's level would do!"
Gu Tianming's eye twitched. He coughed and patted Gu Yan's shoulder, then took a deep breath before saying, "Son, you think Grandmasters grow on trees?"
"The most I can give you is ten warriors at the Mid-Innate Realm."
"Don't worry, they're all death warriors trained by the Gu family, their loyalty is absolutely guaranteed."
"Though I don't know what you're planning, but..."
Gu Tianming looked at Gu Yan seriously: "Whatever you do, make sure you do it cleanly."
Hearing this, Gu Yan sighed in admiration - as expected of a major family, his forces had just multiplied several times over.
So he nodded: "Thanks, Dad."
"Good, as long as you understand that Dad loves you."
At this point, Gu Tianming seemed to remember something and added: "Oh, and don't even think about using the death warriors to threaten those family members who have voting rights."
"This vote in the Gu family concerns many things. If anyone discovers you're cheating, you'll be in big trouble."
Gu Yan nodded: "Alright Dad, I definitely won't let anyone find out."
Gu Tianming nodded with satisfaction: "Good that you understand."
Suddenly, he frowned. Hmm? Why did something feel off about those words?
Never mind, this kid wouldn't do something like that anyway.
So Gu Tianming stood up: "Alright, now that we're done talking, I'm heading to the company. Help yourself to some food. The warriors should arrive by this evening."
"Okay, thanks Dad."
After Gu Tianming left.
Gu Yan stood up, preparing to wash up.
Meanwhile, he was thinking: wait a minute, I'm from such a big family like the Gus.
Shouldn't it be like in the stories where I ring a bell and a bunch of servants rush in to help me dress and wash up?
Why does young master have to dress himself?
Oh right, it was Mom who kindly threatened Dad not to hire any maids or anything like that.
Said it would corrupt the children.
"Speaking of family status..."
Gu Yan shook his head with a sigh. Looking at it this way, he still had to rely on himself - though in terms of family status, he was always a step ahead of Qingqiu.
At the Leng Family residence.
"Achoo!"
In the study, Leng Qingqiu let out a gentle sneeze and lifted her head in confusion.
"Strange... am I getting sick?"
Leng Qingqiu fell silent. That shouldn't be possible - she hadn't caught a cold since she started practicing dark arts.
Speaking of dark arts...
Leng Qingqiu immediately went to the study door and locked it with a click.
Then, she opened her eyes and held up her right palm.
Boom! A pitch-black book appeared in her hand.
Immediately after, a shrill scream came from within the book.
[Arghhhh! Leng Qingqiu!! You won't die a good death!!]
[Leng Qingqiu!! You'll regret this!!]
Listening carefully, it was the voice of the King of Hell Palace's Master!
Leng Qingqiu's expression remained unchanged as she said coldly: "You're already dead yet still so talkative. Just be good and become nourishment for my cultivation."
As her words fell, the shrill screams abruptly stopped.
Then, black smoke emerged from the center of the book and covered Leng Qingqiu's eyes.
The practice of dark arts... was something she really didn't want Gu Yan to know about...
........
.......
After a simple breakfast, Gu Yan sat in the luxury car.
"Young Master, are we going to the Leng family today?"
Old Gao sat in the driver's seat, looking at Gu Yan with curiosity.
How strange, why did Young Master feel different today?
"Hmm..."
Gu Yan thought for a moment, but ultimately shook his head: "No, I probably won't be going to the Leng family for the next few days."
Because he had other plans, also related to the annual meeting, so he said: "Take me to Tian Fang first."
Speaking of using pure love values, wasn't there a perfect test subject right here?
Old Gao nodded: "Yes, Young Master."
Shortly after, the car drove to a remote area of Jianghai City and stopped.
This place was desolate - if anything, it was more like a mass grave.
"The Gu family's dungeon is here?"
Gu Yan looked at the place with surprise.
The rest of the way had to be walked.
Old Gao led Gu Yan forward, nodding as they walked: "Yes, Young Master. This place is secluded and rarely visited."
"Most importantly, Young Master, it's convenient for disposing of bodies if you ever encounter someone you don't like."
Hey hey, please don't say such frightening things.
I'm not some devil, there's no need to tell me this place is convenient for body disposal.
Gu Yan felt Old Gao really misjudged him.
They arrived at a spot covered in weeds.
Old Gao stomped on the ground in a rhythmic pattern. Whoosh!
A magic formation appeared in the ground out of nowhere, then whoosh!
Old Gao's body sank into it.
He reached out to Gu Yan: "Young Master."
The latter didn't hesitate, taking Old Gao's hand and entering the Gu family dungeon.
After they entered, the formation disappeared again, and the place returned to its overgrown state.
Drip... drip...
In the dark, damp dungeon, a man with a desperate expression lay bound inside.
Next to him lay a human skeleton wearing tattered clothes.
Tian Fang knew he was finished - his cultivation had been crippled.
Being locked up here, he knew everything was over.
He had fallen for it, thinking that Long Zaitian from the King of Hell Palace was a complete fool.
But unexpectedly, they had worked together to trap him here.
At this moment, tap tap tap.
Footsteps approached. Tian Fang started, then quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Footsteps? Who is it? The people who captured me?
Tian Fang remained alert. Truthfully, his last memory was discussing matters with Long Zaitian.
After that, there was nothing.
The footsteps drew closer, finally stopping in front of Tian Fang's cell.
"Young Master, I've already crippled Tian Fang's cultivation. Now even a three-year-old with a knife could kill him."
Old Gao kindly reminded.
What young master?! So it was you who crippled my cultivation? A three-year-old?! If I could recover my powers, the first thing I'd do is sacrifice your whole family!
"Mm."
Gu Yan looked at the pretending-to-sleep Tian Fang and calmly nodded.
Then looking at him, he said flatly: "Tian Fang, tell me where your little pet is."
As he spoke, Gu Yan's eyes flickered with a pink glow. Looking carefully... one could see a Pentagram shape in Gu Yan's pupils.
Tian Fang tensed up.
Little pet?! He knows about that thing?!
But, I'll never tell even if I die!
Just as he thought this, Tian Fang found himself opening his mouth involuntarily: "I kept it inside my heart, only letting it out when I needed to use it."
Tian Fang opened his eyes in shock, looking horrified at the two people outside the cell: !!
What's going on?! Why did I say that?!
Hearing this, Gu Yan nodded slightly: "Very good."
The experiment was successful.
It was exactly as he had thought.
Glancing at the system prompt before him, he smiled slightly.
This pure love value was just too perfect.
[Temporarily controlling life form Tian Fang, consumed 2000 pure love value!! Current effect remaining: 10 minutes!]
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.”
'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?"
