That guy managed to get away in the end!
Yan Dongxu cursed silently, thinking he must take revenge on him personally in the future.
Liu Xinyu was still unaware of what had happened.
She only thought she had been drugged and didn't know why she woke up at the Superhuman Alliance.
Earlier, she had called her company and asked them to report the case to the police, to investigate who had slipped a drug into her coffee.
When Yan Dongxu learned about this, he told her not to pursue it further.
If she kept investigating, her father's involvement with Death Coffin would inevitably be uncovered.
Liu Xinyu would also be affected by her father's influence.
"Let's go back and rest. I'm tired," Yan Dongxu suggested.
Zhou Quan didn't go with him and planned to return home.
Liu Xinyu called for a driver to take him to the hotel but didn't go up with him, saying she would go home to sleep for the night.
She was about to introduce Yan Dongxu to her father, so she needed to go back and give her dad a heads-up, worried that her dad might give Yan Dongxu a hard time.
"Actually, you don't need to tell your dad all that," Yan Dongxu reminded her.
Liu Xinyu still didn't know that he had already met her father.
She was only concerned about her dad giving him a hard time when they first met.
Seeing Liu Xinyu's insistence, Yan Dongxu nodded in agreement and slept alone in his hotel room.
The day's experiences had been too surreal.
He hadn't expected his trip to the capital city to involve so many events.
In just a few hours, he had met Cheng Xin, one of the three coffin masters of Death Coffin and the Queen of the Dark Night.
He had also met the five leaders of the Superhuman Alliance.
The Green Saint's power was terrifying, and Cheng Xin's dark abilities also sent chills down his spine.
After encountering such top-level experts, he realized he still had a long way to go.
To reach the level of the alliance leaders and coffin masters was no easy feat.
Zhou Quan shared the same thought.
The two brothers had many similarities deep down.
After this setback, the unyielding spirit within them was ignited.
Zhou Quan separated from Liu Yueyue and meditated in another bedroom, drawing in energy and cultivating.
In front of him were several extremely precious spirit stones, whose spiritual energy washed over his body and filled every meridian as he breathed in and out.
Liu Yueyue lay in the other room, hugging her son, without the slightest displeasure.
For she had seen the news that night and knew what her husband had gone through.
So she wouldn't disturb Zhou Quan, only fully supporting him.
Yan Dongxu slept very soundly in the hotel that night.
He didn't meditate or manage to calm his mind, so he chose to sleep and recover his spirit.
Early the next morning when he woke up, he felt a soft person lying on top of him.
No need to guess, it must be another beauty who had teleported in.
It had been two days since a beauty last teleported in, so he was delighted that it had resumed today.
Curiously, he sat up to examine the woman's appearance.
But one look and he was completely dumbstruck.
"Cheng... Cheng... Cheng Xin?"
He bounced right off the bed.
With one kick, he knocked Cheng Xin off the bed, his spatial power condensing in his hand, ready to unleash it and kill the girl.
"Hmm? Who are you?" the girl asked groggily after falling off the bed.
Her knee was bruised from hitting the floor, but she didn't seem to feel any pain, not showing any sign of discomfort.
"Cut the act! Don't tell me you're not Cheng Xin, the coffin master of Death Coffin! You two look exactly alike!" Yan Dongxu wasn't sure anymore.
Although the girl in front of him looked identical to Cheng Xin, her demeanor and behavior were completely different from the Cheng Xin he'd met last night.
Last night's Cheng Xin was elegant and alluring, a femme fatale.
But the girl before him now was pure and innocent, evoking pity, like a young girl.
"You must be talking about my other personality," the girl said flatly, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Another personality?
Yan Dongxu's eyes widened in shock. Could it be that Cheng Xin, the coffin master of Death Coffin, was actually a person with a dual personality?
And one of those personalities was the terrifying coffin master?
He figured even the Superhuman Alliance didn't know this shocking news!
"I'm sorry, my other personality must have caused you a lot of trouble. I apologize here," Cheng Xin stood up and bowed deeply to him.
"Uh..." Yan Dongxu was dumbstruck, at a loss for words.
He still hadn't recovered from the shock and wasn't able to process the situation.
Anyone who learned this news would need time to digest it.
Moreover, he had just engaged in a life-and-death battle with Cheng Xin yesterday.
"Since I was fifteen, my other personality emerged. She possesses extraordinary powers. She only appears when night falls and takes over my body."
"I know that at night, she has done many terrible things, even killing my own parents."
Tears streamed down Cheng Xin's face, making it hard to imagine what her normal personality had endured.
"For the next few years, my normal self was sealed during the day, unable to do anything, until night fell and she took control of the body."
"As time passed, my normal personality was nearly consumed. I believe it won't be long before the Cheng Xin you met takes over this body completely."
After hearing the normal Cheng Xin's account, Yan Dongxu was filled with mixed emotions.
He had initially planned to hand Cheng Xin over to the Superhuman Alliance immediately.
But upon learning the tragic fate of her normal personality, he wanted to help her in some way.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Yan Dongxu asked softly.
"Could you take me out for a walk? I haven't seen the outside world in so many years," she said.
Those words deeply touched Yan Dongxu. He had been hesitating before, but now he was determined to help her normal personality.
But he didn't act rashly. Instead, he called Zhou Quan and asked him to contact the five leaders of the Superhuman Alliance.
Upon learning the situation, the five leaders appeared in his room within a minute and surrounded Cheng Xin.
"I never imagined Cheng Xin had this side to her," the five leaders exclaimed in amazement after confirming that she wasn't pretending.
They put a power-sealing bracelet on Cheng Xin, the highest level available.
Even with SSS-level strength, the bracelet would prevent her from using her abilities.
This was a forbidden item in the Superhuman Alliance, not brought out lightly.
"Where would you like to go? We'll accompany you," Yan Dongxu said gently.
"I want to see my parents' graves. I want to go to an amusement park. I want to eat cake..." The normal Cheng Xin rattled off her wishes, wanting to do everything she had been deprived of.
Yan Dongxu didn't know how many of her wishes he could fulfill, but he would try his best to grant at least a small part of them.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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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?"