Then, the tone of the conversation shifted abruptly.
Although it was still Lin Qingyan's voice, the tone, pitch, and feel had completely changed.
It was no longer cold and detached; instead, it became coquettish, carrying a soul-captivating charm.
"I've got my eyes on you~"
The voice dragged out the final syllable, laced with playful teasing and a certain dangerous aura.
And Lin Qingyan's entire demeanor underwent a sudden, drastic transformation.
If she was previously a lone lotus at the peak of a snowy mountain, cold, ethereal, and untainted by the mortal world.
Then now, she was a demonic flower from the abyssal depths of hell, bewitching, seductive, and soul-stealing.
Lin Qingyan slowly leaned in toward Gu Chengyin, her nose almost touching his cheek.
Then, she gave a light sniff.
"Master~"
"You smell so sweet~"
Gu Chengyin's back was pressed against the freezing wall of the tower, the chill seeping through his clothes and into his spine.
The face before him was merely inches away.
Her left eye was as clear as an emerald pool, her pupil reflecting his image, it held the terror and panic of Lin Qingyan's true self.
The eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and deep within that gaze was a silent scream: Run.
Her right eye, however, was an entirely different world.
The iris was dyed an eerie pink, like early spring peach blossoms soaked in blood.
Obsession surged within that gaze as it roamed across his face, tracing every inch from his brow bone to the corner of his lips, as if savoring some rare delicacy.
It made Gu Chengyin's scalp tingle with dread.
The hypnosis had indeed succeeded.
But unlike the obedience of Luo Zhao and Shangguan Yunying.
The result of this hypnosis presented a form he had never seen before.
Bizarre, yet still under his control.
As long as she called him Master, it meant the hypnotic command had been successfully implanted.
The inner demon acknowledged him as its master, which meant the initiative was still in his hands.
Gu Chengyin steadied his mind, forcing himself to calm down, and then issued a command:
"Step back."
The pupil of Lin Qingyan's right eye suddenly shrank.
On that face as cold as frost, a look of grievance now appeared.
But this expression lasted only half a breath before her body honestly shifted a step backward.
The distance widened to a foot.
Gu Chengyin breathed a sigh of relief. The command was effective; the authority of the hypnosis still existed.
He looked at Lin Qingyan's left eye: "Auntie, are you still there?"
Lin Qingyan's lips twitched a few times.
First, the right corner of her mouth curled up into a seductive arc, which was immediately suppressed by the left half of her face.
Two expressions fought for control on the same face, muscles twitching, looking exceptionally eerie.
Finally, a cold tone was squeezed from her throat:
"I'm still here. Gu Chengyin, you must be careful, I am suppressing her right now..."
Before she could finish, her voice abruptly changed.
The expression on the right half of her face gained the upper hand again, her tone turning coquettish and languid:
"You're clearly being suppressed by me so hard you can't even get up, so why are you talking big?"
Gu Chengyin furrowed his brows tightly, then asked:
"Who are you?"
Lin Qingyan paused slightly.
Then, she smiled.
The corners of her eyes and brows were dyed with charm, her right eye curving into a crescent shape, the pink iris flowing with a satisfied light.
"I am Lin Qingyan."
She reached out a slender finger and gently tapped her left eye:
"She is Lin Qingyan's righteousness, strictly abiding by the Dao heart, cold and self-restrained."
Her fingertip slid to her right eye:
"And I am Lin Qingyan's desire."
"Also known as... the inner demon she speaks of."
"Both she and I are Lin Qingyan."
The halo of the luminous pearls in the tower flowed across her face, one half as cold as the moon, the other half as demonic as a phantom.
The fusion of two extreme temperaments on the same face actually produced a breathtakingly thrilling beauty.
Gu Chengyin took a deep breath.
Headache.
He had indeed hypnotized the inner demon, not destroying it, not suppressing it, but making it acknowledge him as its master.
But what happens after that?
The essence of an inner demon is desire, obsession, the most fragile crack in a cultivator's Dao heart.
Could such a thing be driven like a controlled puppet?
"How can I make you disappear?"
When Gu Chengyin asked this question, he had actually already guessed the answer.
Sure enough, Lin Qingyan smiled even deeper.
"Desires can only be satisfied, they won't disappear, Master~"
The trailing note pitched upward, carrying a certain bewitching implication.
Just as the words fell, her left eye suddenly widened, and a cold voice squeezed through her teeth, bearing uncontrollable anger:
"No! Absolutely not!"
Lin Qingyan's right eye blinked, her tone turning light and brisk:
"Why not? You can suppress me for a moment, but can you suppress me for a lifetime?"
"Just like today, as long as you grow stronger, I will also grow stronger with you~"
Gu Chengyin rubbed his temples; he now roughly understood the situation.
Thus, looking directly into Lin Qingyan's bizarre heterochromatic eyes, he spoke in a calm yet unquestionable tone:
"You, go back."
"Let her out."
Lin Qingyan's expression froze.
The pink light in her right eye flickered a few times, like a candle swaying in the wind.
The aggrieved look resurfaced, this time even more obvious, even causing her lower lip to pout slightly.
"Master~"
This call was full of twists and turns, dripping with emotion.
But Gu Chengyin repeated himself without a change in expression, his tone growing heavier:
"You, go back."
Lin Qingyan's body began to tremble.
The pink light in her right eye began to fade bit by bit.
This process was clearly not easy; fine beads of sweat seeped from Lin Qingyan's forehead, her breathing grew rapid, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
Finally, the light in her right eye was completely extinguished.
Both pupils returned to a unified clarity.
The next second, Lin Qingyan's body swayed, and she pitched forward.
Gu Chengyin hastily took a step forward and reached out to support her.
"Auntie, are you alright?"
He held up Lin Qingyan's body, feeling her weight pressing almost entirely onto his arms.
A Golden Core cultivator shouldn't be this weak, unless that struggle just now had consumed a tremendous amount of energy.
Lin Qingyan shook her head.
"Thanks to you this time."
Her voice now carried a hint of exhausted hoarseness:
"I was careless. My recent enlightenment caused my cultivation to progress too quickly, but my state of mind couldn't keep up, giving her the chance to break free."
Gu Chengyin hesitated, the words reaching his lips before he swallowed them back down.
Lin Qingyan let go, pulling back to a relatively proper distance, and asked at the same time:
"How long can your control last?"
Gu Chengyin froze for a moment, then realized she was asking about the hypnosis.
"Theoretically... it can be maintained indefinitely."
"Unless an external force forcibly breaks it, or I release it myself."
Lin Qingyan's brow arched slightly as she said thoughtfully:
"In other words, you are now the master of my inner demon."
Then her gaze fell upon Gu Chengyin's face.
Her eyes were clear and transparent, devoid of any charm, possessing only a cold, ruthless wakefulness.
"Gu Chengyin, can you do me a favor?"
Gu Chengyin blinked, an ominous premonition rising from the bottom of his heart.
But he still nodded:
"Tell me, Auntie."
Lin Qingyan's lips pressed tightly together, her gaze becoming evasive.
She seemed to be fighting some difficult internal battle, her fingers unconsciously rubbing her cuffs.
The tower fell into a brief silence.
Finally, Lin Qingyan looked up, meeting Gu Chengyin's eyes directly, and enunciated word by word:
"Help me... satisfy her."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
