"An auxiliary member?"
"Someone responsible for supplying our team with potions and provisions," Xia Lun explained. "This way, you can fulfill your duties while staying in Olie City, and you’ll still be considered part of our Dawn Wings... If you ever change your mind, you can leave the team anytime."
The conditions were lenient, but for Ankula, it merely meant adding another adventurer title to her name... with the added responsibility of regularly supplying them with potions.
Ankula frowned. "But I wanted to go on adventures with you all."
Xia Lun cleared his throat lightly. "So, are you taking the offer or not?"
Ankula huffed. "Fine, I’ll take it!"
Even if it felt like an unfair deal, Ankula signed on.
Deep down, she knew that given Xia Lun and his team’s potential, even if Dawn Wings was low-ranked now, they would surely rise to fame in the future... Joining them would only bring her benefits.
After all, Xia Lun had single-handedly slain a Red Dragon—his strength was nothing short of absurd.
Though Ankula would remain in Olie City... she was now officially a member of Dawn Wings.
"If you ever run into trouble, don’t hesitate to call for us," Xia Lun paused briefly. "No matter when, we’ll come to your aid... And who knows? Maybe we’ll get to adventure together someday."
"Pfft—Xia Lun, you sound like a shady boss feeding empty promises to his workers," Liyana interjected bluntly. "All so Witch Ankula can keep supplying us with stamina potions... Hahaha, think of all the money we’ll save!"
"And Miss Ankula’s healing potions are noticeably better than what’s sold in the market," Moke added sincerely.
Musen rubbed his nose, feeling even more redundant... Maybe bulking up was his only real contribution.
Still, having a friendly witch in their circle would undoubtedly bring many advantages to the adventuring party.
Olie City didn’t have an Adventurers’ Guild yet, but Xia Lun promised to register Ankula’s name with their team the next time they visited one in another city.
Ankula shot him a skeptical look.
"Don’t worry, we’re not scamming you. Next time we’re here, we can show you our guild badges..." Xia Lun fumbled to explain, aware how flimsy his words sounded.
Watching his flustered expression, Ankula burst into laughter, her eyes glimmering. "Alright, I believe you."
Xia Lun exhaled in relief.
Aina sat quietly nearby, her expression hidden beneath her hood.
"So, Xia Lun, when are you all planning to leave?" Ankula propped her chin on her hand, her tone carrying a hint of playful poutiness.
"Kicking us out already?" Liyana feigned heartbreak.
"Of course not! I just need to know so I can prepare your potions in time," Ankula counted on her fingers. "Stamina potions, antidotes, insect repellents, even enhancement brews... As adventurers, you can’t go without these, right?"
"Good heavens! What kind of miserable life were we living before?" Liyana gaped.
"You mean you never used these before?" Ankula eyed them suspiciously.
"Ahem... Funds were tight," Xia Lun admitted awkwardly.
Dawn Wings was newly formed, and the Olie City commission was their first job.
Ankula’s gaze softened with sympathy. "That’s rough... But don’t worry, Xia Lun. With me around, you’ll never lack for supplies."
"Or maybe we won’t need them. We rarely get injured, Musen knows basic detoxification spells, and for things like insects... my magic suffices," Aina interjected flatly.
Liyana blinked. Aina had actually strung together a full sentence.
Ankula arched a brow and turned to Aina seriously. "Miss Aina, magic power is precious. Wasting it on trivial matters could leave you vulnerable in real danger."
Aina almost retorted that her reserves made such concerns irrelevant... but held back. She wasn’t keen on revealing too much.
Ankula continued, "Since I’m part of the team now, I won’t charge extra. But you’ll have to cover the ingredient costs... roughly this much."
Xia Lun winced. Now he understood why potions were so expensive—the raw materials alone were a hefty sum.
Still, they could afford it. Angelie had been generous with their payment for the Dragonblood Blossoms.
Ankula suddenly grinned proudly. "My potions are all-natural, with zero side effects."
"Really? That’s a relief," Liyana sighed. She’d heard horror stories of adventurers whose heads turned pointy from cheap concoctions.
"So, when are you leaving?" Ankula circled back to the main question.
"There’s something in the city that’s bothering me," Xia Lun mused. "We’ll stay a few more days to investigate."
"Perfect! If you left now, I wouldn’t have time to prepare," Ankula beamed. "Xia Lun, let me show you around the city! You saved me, but with the plague and all, I never got to repay you."
Xia Lun sighed. "Miss Ankula... You don’t owe me anything. It was just part of the job—"
Ankula’s cheeks puffed out.
"...Alright then. Lead the way, Miss Ankula."
Under her hood, Aina’s cheeks also puffed out—though no one noticed.
But given her current role, she had no right to interfere. Xia Lun’s choices were his own.
Ankula had singled out Xia Lun, leaving the others behind.
"That jerk... How shameless can he get?" Liyana grumbled. She’d practically handed Aina to him, and now he was off gallivanting with another woman.
Ankula should’ve been hers!
Still, Liyana had tested the waters—Ankula’s preferences were decidedly straight, with no chance of being swayed.
Aina’s sleeve trembled slightly as a blood bat flitted out, vanishing into the distance.
She didn’t care.
But since Xia Lun was her target, if anything happened to him... wouldn’t all her patience be for nothing?

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.”

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!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.