"Ah-ha, Joli, it's you!" Liyana dashed over and unceremoniously yanked Joli's long ears.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Aunt Liyana... that hurts, let go..." Joli whimpered, clutching his ears—ear-pulling was practically a critical hit for elves.
"You little brat, vanishing without a word, saying you’d make a name for yourself in the Human Race, and then disappearing without a trace... Do you have any idea how worried Yorid was? Everyone thought you’d ended up in some monster’s belly!"
Xia Lun remembered—Yorid, Liyana’s brother... Back when Xia Lun was a child, living among the elves, Yorid had been his and Liyana’s playmate too.
So Joli was Yorid’s son! No wonder Xia Lun had found him somewhat familiar.
Though, to be honest, while elves were all strikingly handsome, their beauty was so uniform that Xia Lun hadn’t paid Joli much mind at first.
Joli seemed utterly restrained in front of Liyana.
He knew his aunt was a legend among the elves—hailed as a prodigy archer since childhood, later becoming a member of the Hero’s Party, the pride of their race... Compared to her, he was practically the polar opposite.
"Brat, you’ve been gone so long and couldn’t even visit once?" Liyana finally released his ears, scowling.
Joli rubbed his throbbing ears, avoiding her gaze as he muttered, "What’s the point? I’m a disappointment anyway. Father probably doesn’t even want to see me..."
"Yorid’s just stubborn! You’re his son—he cares about you deep down! So does your mother!" Liyana planted her hands on her hips, tapping Joli’s forehead with a finger as she lectured him.
Joli shrank back, completely at her mercy.
Xia Lun was surprised—this was the first time he’d seen Liyana act like a proper elder... For once, she actually seemed reliable.
Liyana shot Xia Lun a meaningful look, as if warning him not to ruin her act.
Joli suddenly asked, "Aunt Liyana... do you know Xia Lun?"
"Of course! Xia Lun’s my teammate!" Liyana nodded matter-of-factly, then added, as if remembering something, "My current teammate!"
Xia Lun’s resurrection was too shocking—best not to let too many people know.
"I see... So you’re adventuring again, Aunt Liyana." Joli glanced at Xia Lun, his eyes brimming with admiration. "Xia Lun is incredibly strong."
"Wait... you fought him?" Liyana’s eyes widened. "Joli... since when are you this strong?"
She’d heard plenty about her nephew’s reputation... and she knew exactly what it meant to face Xia Lun in combat.
"Joli’s swordsmanship is exceptional," Xia Lun praised without hesitation.
Liyana’s pupils contracted slightly—she knew Xia Lun wouldn’t flatter anyone, even for her sake.
Which meant Joli really was that skilled now.
"Not bad, Joli! Making a name for yourself! When are you going home to knock the socks off all those who looked down on you?" Liyana grinned, clapping him on the shoulder.
She’d been one of the few rays of light in Joli’s childhood.
"N-no, I’m nowhere near Xia Lun’s level. I still need to train harder..." Joli waved his hands frantically.
Liyana’s expression turned odd—wanting to surpass Xia Lun? This kid’s ambitions were sky-high.
She suddenly declared, "I’ll write to Yorid later and tell him I found you... Once Xia Lun and I finish our current business, I’m dragging you back home, you little rascal!"
They were headed to Abandes next to investigate the state of the Goddess Church.
After that, Liyana planned to return to Libia Forest for a visit... and now, she’d be bringing Joli along.
"Xia Lun, what do you think?" Liyana asked for his opinion.
"Of course, no problem," Xia Lun nodded.
He’d grown up in Libia Forest too—after all this time, it was about time he went back.
Their journey had no fixed destination anyway.
Joli’s face fell. He’d left home without achieving anything, and now he was being hauled back... How humiliating.
"Listen up, Joli... Until we come back for you, you stay put in this village. No running away, or you know what’ll happen," Liyana glared at him threateningly.
"I-I won’t! I’ve lived here for three hundred years—I’m not going anywhere else," Joli stammered, waving his hands.
With that, Liyana strutted off with Xia Lun.
"That kid seems terrified of you?" Xia Lun remarked casually as they walked.
"Ah, after you... passed, I stayed at home for a while. Joli was just a kid back then... Yorid was busy, so I looked after him a bit," Liyana stuck out her tongue playfully.
Aina gasped, covering her mouth. "You? Taking care of a child?"
"Pot calling the kettle black, Aina..." Liyana retorted, clearly recalling Aina’s past struggles with Aise... She quickly clamped her mouth shut, wisely dropping the subject.
"Anyway, since I babysat Joli when he was little, he’s still scared of me now..." Liyana actually sounded proud.
Xia Lun nodded. For that kid to have survived her care, he must’ve been gifted indeed.
"Joli’s always been introverted, never liked socializing..." Liyana sighed. "Most elves his age are already settled down with families, but he doesn’t even have a partner..."
Xia Lun: "And you?"
"I have a partner!" Liyana huffed.
Xia Lun didn’t argue, simply holding Aina’s small hand in silence.
When they returned to the carriage, they found Mo Lini crouched by the field’s edge, blowing on wild dandelions with a picture book clutched to her chest.
"Hehe..." Liyana grinned dopily at Mo Lini’s petite figure.
If only Joli could see her like this—what would his expression be?
Noticing their return—or sensing Liyana’s creepy aura—Mo Lini stiffened like a startled squirrel, glanced up, and scurried back into the carriage.
Their stop in the village hadn’t taken long, and the sun was still high.
Time to set off again.
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
