Wolf King?
The middle-aged man frowned.
However, the attitude of the middle-aged general towards Xiao Zhan made his heart sink like dead ashes.
How could it be possible that a major general, when facing Xiao Zhan, was so obsequious and respectful? What did this mean? A general with dozens of jeeps and a team of nearly two hundred people had come just to welcome Xiao Zhan out of prison?
For the past five years, hadn't Xiao Zhan been detained in the No. 4 Prison in Quancheng?
The middle-aged man couldn't figure it out!
"No."
Xiao Zhan shook his head and said, "You came too early."
"Oh?"
The middle-aged general was surprised.
Xiao Zhan said solemnly, "My identity is top secret and cannot be known to outsiders, otherwise I wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to return to the prison three days in advance and then leave openly from the prison."
"Sorry, Wolf King, it was my oversight!"
The middle-aged general seemed to understand something. He hurriedly apologized, then glanced at the middle-aged man and those burly men, and said seriously, "Please rest assured, Wolf King, I will take care of it cleanly."
"Um."
Xiao Zhan nodded and left.
"Take them all into the car and bring them back!"
The middle-aged general waved his hand, and the dozen or so people led by the middle-aged man were taken into the jeeps in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace as if they had never appeared.
The middle-aged general then caught up with Xiao Zhan and asked, "Wolf King, do you want me to send someone to Beijing to get rid of the Xiao family?"
"No need."
Xiao Zhan shook his head. "I have already retired with injuries. I can resolve my family affairs myself."
"Alright."
The middle-aged general did not insist.
Xiao Zhan asked, "How are the preparations I asked you to make?"
"All done."
The middle-aged general handed Xiao Zhan a photo and a document and explained, "This is a photo of the mother and daughter, as well as background information on the Su family. Today at 10am, Junhuang Hotel."
"Take me there."
Xiao Zhan took the photo and document and got directly into the general's jeep.
On the way.
Xiao Zhan briefly looked through the document, then his cold eyes fell on the photo, looking at the mother and daughter hugging together in the photo. His originally somber face gradually relaxed, turning somewhat gentle.
Su Muqiu!
The woman in the photo was twenty-five years old, in the prime of her youthful beauty. She had delicate features, a charming figure, and the typical professional style of a career woman.
She was the strange woman who had suddenly appeared in Xiao Zhan's bed five years ago!
Xiao Zhan did not have a deep impression of her.
At that time, Xiao Zhan had only looked at her twice after waking up, and then people sent by the Xiao family broke in, took photos as evidence, and sent Xiao Zhan to the police station on a rape charge!
Xiao Zhan had thought that Su Muqiu was in cahoots with the Xiao family to frame him.
But subsequent investigation showed that Su Muqiu was also a victim of that conspiracy.
At least he had looked at Su Muqiu twice after waking up, so he knew what had happened. But Su Muqiu had been drugged by the Xiao family and thrown onto his bed. When she woke up, she was already at the Su family.
From beginning to end, Su Muqiu did not know of his existence or have any memory of that night.
She didn't even know why she inexplicably became pregnant afterwards.
Bullseye!
This was beyond Xiao Zhan's wildest dreams.
After being detained in Quancheng Prison No. 4 for two and a half months, Xiao Zhan was secretly sent to the northern border to be enlisted. After five years of bloody battles, he repeatedly won military exploits and finally became a general, known as the Wolf King of the North.
Today he returned with honors!
He had only wanted to go to the Su family to apologize face to face to Su Muqiu and say sorry, but when he learned that Su Muqiu was pregnant and had given birth to his daughter, he changed his mind.
He also had the middle-aged general personally arrange today's event.
"It's been hard on you these past five years..."
His right index finger gently stroked Su Muqiu's fair cheek in the photo. Xiao Zhan took a deep breath, and there was actually a glistening teardrop flickering in the corner of his eye.
"This little girl is so lovely..."
When his right index finger fell on the four-year-old little girl in Su Muqiu's arms, the corner of his tearful eyes twitched slightly, blossoming into an extremely gentle smile...
...
Just as Xiao Zhan was rushing to the Junhuang Hotel!
Inside the hotel!
The hall was filled with guests and lively chatter, a harmonious atmosphere.
The Su family of Quancheng was holding an engagement banquet at the hotel today for Xiao Zhan's granddaughter Su Muqiu, and Su Muqiu's fiancé was none other than Xiao Zhan!
In one of the hotel's private rooms, Su Muqiu sat expressionlessly at the dining table, gritting her teeth and red-eyed, yet desperately holding back her tears.
"Bastard! All bastards!"
Su Muqiu's mother Liu Hongxiu was holding an A4 sheet of paper, anxiously pacing around like an ant on a hot pan, stomping her feet in anger as she cursed incessantly. Then she slapped the A4 paper on the dining table and angrily said, "A rapist! And violent too! Imprisoned in Quancheng Prison No. 4 for five years! How could Muqiu marry such a man!"
"They are clearly trying to ruin Muqiu's life! Ruin our whole family! Su Jiancheng, if you have any guts left, any masculinity, go immediately and call off this engagement with that old bastard!"
Liu Hongxiu got more and more angry as she spoke, tears streaming down her face. "If you don't go, I...I'll smash my head dead on the hotel's front door!"
In Quancheng!
The Su family was barely considered a second-rate family clan. The family business, Su Group, had over 100 million yuan in assets, founded single-handedly by family patriarch Su Bingtian.
Su Bingtian had two sons and a daughter.
Eldest son Su Jianguo took over most of Su Group's industries, daughter Su Ya married into the Zhao family in the provincial capital, and youngest son Su Jiancheng was crippled in a car accident and became useless.
Su Jiancheng's family didn't dare fight for the Su family business, but Su Jianguo still wouldn't let them off.
This engagement banquet was planned single-handedly by Su Jianguo!
"Don't panic, don't be impulsive."
Su Jiancheng reached out to stop Liu Hongxiu and said, "In any case, Muqiu is still his beloved granddaughter, Su family flesh and blood. I think he... he shouldn't push Muqiu into the fiery pit..."
When he said this, even Su Jiancheng himself didn't believe it!
But not believing, what could be done?
Su Jiancheng sat paralyzed in his wheelchair, his face flushed red, eyes streaming with tears, heart bleeding, equally full of indignation and resentment, wishing he could fight the old man to the death!
However!
In the Su family, the old master's word was law, authoritative as a mountain. No one dared defy his wishes.
Once the old master was angered, the consequences would only be more severe.
"Should?"
Liu Hongxiu shook off Su Jiancheng's hand, pointed at the A4 paper and cried angrily, "Are you blind? Can't you see the personal information on it? If this rapist and violent man marries into our family, how can Muqiu live after this?"
"What about Mengmeng? She's only four!"
"Woo woo woo..."
What was written on the A4 paper was Xiao Zhan's personal information.
However, after the Xiao family had driven out Xiao Zhan and his mother five years ago, they completely erased Xiao Zhan's relationship with the Xiao family. So the information the Su family found was: Xiao Zhan's parents were dead, he was an orphan and vagabond with a loner personality and twisted psyche, a typical dangerous character...
...
Please keep reading, there are surprises ahead!
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!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
