Tianye Pharmaceuticals.
President's Office.
Shen Wan'er looked at the man standing in front of her with some surprise. She teased, "Xiao Lin, what's going on? Didn't I tell you to take a day off?"
Xiao Lin scratched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed, and chuckled, "Uh... Miss Shen... Could you lend me some money?"
Hearing this, Shen Wan'er was momentarily stunned but then smiled helplessly, "Is that all? Why are you so nervous? How much do you need?"
Seeing how easygoing Shen Wan'er was, Xiao Lin's heart was filled with even more gratitude. He extended one finger and asked cautiously, "Could you lend me a thousand yuan?"
Shen Wan'er nodded and took out a thousand yuan from her drawer, placing it on the table. "Consider this a gift for you..." she said with a gentle smile, "Who else would you help as much as you've helped me?"
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Xiao Lin's heart skipped a beat. He nodded dumbly, grinning foolishly, "Thank you, Wan'er."
He pocketed the money and was about to leave when his expression turned conflicted. He turned back and said to Shen Wan'er, "I'm sorry, but I actually won't be using this money myself."
Shen Wan'er was puzzled, "Huh? What do you mean?"
Feeling as though he was betraying Shen Wan'er, Xiao Lin decided to come clean about his plan to visit Wang Yulan, "Well... the thing is..."
After a few more minutes.
Shen Wan'er looked at Xiao Lin in surprise, noticing how cautious and earnest he seemed.
She couldn't help but burst out laughing, covering her mouth, "Hahaha, you're too funny. Why are you so nervous about something like this?"
The sudden laughter left Xiao Lin flustered, his face turning red, "Uh... Wan'er, please don't laugh..."
When Shen Wan'er had finally stopped laughing, she stood up and walked around her desk to stand in front of Xiao Lin.
She naturally took his hand in hers, gazing into his clear, innocent eyes. Her heart seemed to be touched.
The backstabbing and intrigue within her family had left her exhausted, but Xiao Lin was like an unpolished gem, untouched by the corruption of the world.
The way he became shy and honest around her stirred a strange feeling in her heart. She held his hand and smiled softly, "Xiao Lin, you're part of my company. I'll make sure you rise higher. These little things won't affect our relationship."
"All you need to do is protect me, okay?"
Thump! Thump!
Xiao Lin nodded dumbly, "Okay, Wan'er."
Moments later, Xiao Lin left the company with the money, still feeling the warmth of Shen Wan'er's touch.
He glanced back at the company entrance, his expression growing more delighted.
Wan'er... she must like me!
Gu Yan, I have to thank you for not staying by Shen Wan'er's side! That's how my goddess noticed me!
And I! Will definitely protect Wan'er!
On the other side.
Shen Wan'er's mind replayed Xiao Lin's nervous, earnest demeanor, and she couldn't help but smile softly.
What a cute guy. I didn't expect such things to happen after arriving in Jianghai.
By the way... I wonder who that rich young master was that Xiao Lin mistook for a bad guy.
Shen Wan'er's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Gu Yan.
But then she felt a bit silly and shook her head, muttering to herself, "What am I thinking? Don't tell me you're still longing for a reunion? That's ridiculous."
Still... the image of Gu Yan's figure at the banquet lingered in her mind.
After a long while.
She spoke softly, almost questioning herself, her voice tinged with weariness, "Maybe it's time to fall in love again..."
Gu Yan, it's all your fault. If you hadn't stopped loving me, I wouldn't be in such pain.
If you had shown your ambition and excellence earlier, maybe... the outcome would have been different.
......
......
The Leng Family, inside the study.
Click~
Leng Qingqiu carefully locked the door.
In her hand, she tightly gripped the spoon that Gu Yan had used. She took a deep breath.
Slowly, she opened her eyes. The emerald green eyes she had at the banquet had now transformed into something else.
Two eerie runes slowly etched themselves into her pupils.
Then, buzz!
It was that strange and sinister grimoire again, as if it had a life of its own. It danced joyfully around Leng Qingqiu, or more accurately, around the spoon she held.
Flap flap flap~~
It flipped through its pages excitedly, as if it couldn't wait any longer.
Leng Qingqiu couldn't help but roll her eyes. She gently patted the floating grimoire, "Calm down. Haven't you had enough with the souls of those small fries?"
Flap flap flap~
The grimoire responded with more flipping sounds.
Leng Qingqiu held the spoon in front of the grimoire, but it just flipped through the pages without taking any action.
Only then did Leng Qingqiu nod and smile, "Alright, good boy. You can eat now."
Flap flap flap~~
The grimoire no longer hesitated. Buzz!
Countless black-purple, smoky hands with eerie glows shot out from the book, grabbing the spoon and dragging it into the pages.
Immediately after, the grimoire closed and emitted a dazzling black light.
It trembled.
Soon, it calmed down and quietly flew back into Leng Qingqiu's hands.
Leng Qingqiu sensed the slight improvement in her abilities and... her heart raced.
"It... really works?!"
Leng Qingqiu was shocked. After another experiment, she finally reached a definite conclusion.
Gu Yan's bodily fluids! They could actually aid her cultivation!
No way? No way? No way??
Happiness came too fast, like a tornado.
Just a little bit of Gu Yan's bodily fluids had given her stagnant perception a slight boost.
What if it was more? And what if she consumed it daily?
Gulp...
Leng Qingqiu subconsciously swallowed.
Her face flushed slightly as she closed her eyes, and the grimoire dissipated on its own.
Then she shook her head vigorously, as if resisting these impure thoughts.
No, no, I am the Night King!!
The Night King walks an invincible path!! Why would I need someone else's fluids?!
Leng Qingqiu, you're so foolish. As long as you patiently wait for your eyes to heal, you can become the strongest in the world.
However...
Leng Qingqiu had some doubts. This year would mark the fifth year, yet she still showed no signs of recovery.
Speaking of which, how exactly do these eyes heal? What conditions are needed?
But Leng Qingqiu wasn't discouraged. According to the grimoire, once her perception reached a certain level, she would know the conditions for her eyes to heal. Of course, if she could find out earlier, that would be even better.
Enhancing her perception had always been Leng Qingqiu's top priority. In fact, the grimoire had long recorded methods to improve perception.
The first was to absorb the life essence of living beings.
The second was when one's spirit suffered a severe shock, perception would surge.
However, except for the massacre that had destroyed her family, she hadn't encountered anything that could shock her.
The path of cultivating through shock was therefore very difficult.
That's why Leng Qingqiu was so excited when she discovered that Gu Yan's bodily fluids could aid her cultivation.
Because the stronger her perception, the sooner she would know the conditions for her eyes to heal.
Once her eyes healed, she would have the greatest capital for revenge, and her plans could be fully executed!
However, it all depended on enhancing her perception.
Leng Qingqiu sighed softly. Could it be... that she really had to rely on Gu Yan for her cultivation?
This would make me seem like some evil villain in a novel who uses others as cultivation vessels...
Even if it's Gu Yan, he probably wouldn't be happy about this either.
Ah, I'll just have to see how things go!
.......
Or maybe I should test it one more time. What if I was wrong?
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
