The weather was lovely when they set out. The sun was warm, accompanied by a gentle breeze, pleasant without being sweltering. The carriage rolled smoothly along the main road, barely jostling at all—a thoroughly comfortable ride.
"Moke, don't you think Xia Lun has been acting a bit strange lately?" Liyana’s slender fingers lightly poked Moke’s back as she cautiously glanced toward Xia Lun, who sat at the rear of the carriage.
Xia Lun didn't look up, seemingly oblivious to Liyana’s gaze.
"Does he?" Moke quietly glanced back.
Everything appeared the same as usual—Xia Lun still sat upright, his expression calm.
"Exactly. Ever since he came back from somewhere with Aina, their relationship has seemed a little off," Liyana whispered telepathically.
"I don't see much of a difference. Feels like before to me." Moke scratched his head. As far as he could tell, Xia Lun and Aina were still sitting together, chatting about something.
"There’s a huge difference! Can't you see?" Liyana conspired loudly with Moke. "Before, when they sat in the corner, their thighs and shoulders were pressed together! Now there’s enough space between them to fit a whole hand!"
"Huh..." Moke gave Liyana a strange look.
This guy usually pays this much attention? What a peeper...
Liyana kicked his boot indignantly. "It's called keen observation! Anyway, all signs point to something being wrong between those two." She said it with finality, as if she had solid proof.
"So what can you do? Don't just meddle in their business." Moke rolled his eyes at Liyana.
"First, I need to figure out where the problem is." Liyana completely ignored Moke's warning, analyzing on her own. "Only by finding the root cause can we solve the problem."
"And then? Have you found the problem?" Moke sighed. Once this one got an idea in her head, not even ten land dragons could drag her back.
If he let Liyana run wild on her own, who knew what trouble she’d stir up. Moke decided he’d better keep an eye on her.
"It definitely has to do with their last trip out. After everyone dispersed, the two of them just vanished, and no one knew where they went..." Liyana looked all mysterious.
"So, what conclusion have you drawn, Detective Miss Elf?" The word "detective" dripped with sarcasm from Moke’s lips.
Playing the straight man made him feel a bit thirsty, so he took a swig from his water pouch.
"I think... last time, after they split from us, they definitely went to—"
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough—"
Moke spat out a mouthful of water. Liyana dodged just in time, leaving Moke choking and coughing right where he sat.
"What the hell goes through your mind all day?" Moke finally caught his breath and glared at Liyana in disbelief. Noticing that Xia Lun’s glance seemed to drift in their direction, he quickly lowered his voice. "Don't just guess, and definitely don't stir things up!"
"It's not blind guessing—I have evidence!"
"What evidence... no, just shut up. Why am I even asking?" Moke was left bewildered by Liyana’s eccentric train of thought.
Liyana also lowered her voice, leaning close to Moke’s ear. "Tell me, is it possible that... Xia Lun can't satisfy Aina, and that’s why they’re getting distant?"
Moke: ...
Moke wished he could unhear that with a pair of ears that hadn't been defiled.
"Do you want to die? Gossiping about that kind of stuff?" Moke said, almost losing it. "Just because Xia Lun looks out for you, don't think you can get away with anything. If Aina decides to string you up and whip you with a fire lash this time, I bet even Xia Lun would be cheering her on."
"So what? We're adventurers! We've all hung around taverns and heard plenty of dirty jokes." Liyana shrugged nonchalantly. Then she suddenly shifted gears, nudging Moke with her elbow. "Seriously though, that kind of problem really hurts a relationship... You should work on it too, you know. Conquering your little bunny isn't easy."
"You bastard..." Moke gritted his teeth.
Liyana continued, "Since we've found the problem, we need to solve it... Next time we pass through Ole City, I'll ask Miss Ankula to whip up some potions to help Xia Lun regain his manhood. What do you think? If I say it's for Xia Lun, Miss Ankula definitely won't refuse."
"You're an animal!" Moke stared at Liyana in disbelief, his voice trembling from the shock.
Ankula was also a member of the Dawn Wings... Everyone knew she had feelings for Xia Lun—she'd confessed in front of them all, after all.
And the only reason she provided potions for the Dawn Wings was probably out of favor for Xia Lun. But everyone had the unspoken courtesy not to bring it up.
Liyana actually planned to ask Ankula to make that kind of potion for Xia Lun... Just thinking about it was brutal. Wasn't that just too cruel for Lady Ankula?
"Ah, yeah, that does seem a bit off..." Liyana's brain finally caught up, and she turned to look at Moke. "Musen is obviously a no-go... Then how about I say it's for you?"
"You bastard..." Moke clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands as he struggled to contain himself. There was only one thought in his mind now: to punch the oddly thinking elf right in the face.
Just as Moke was about to say something more, Xia Lun slowly stepped out of the carriage. Seeing the seriousness on Xia Lun's face, Liyana immediately fell silent, sat up straight, and pretended to admire the scenery by the roadside.
"Er... what's up, Xia Lun?" Moke awkwardly twitched the corner of his mouth and gave an unnatural cough. It couldn't be that Xia Lun had overheard the conversation with Liyana, could it?
"After discussing it with Aina..." Xia Lun took a deep breath, his voice low but clear, each word carrying immense weight. "Everyone, I have an announcement."
The surroundings suddenly fell silent. Even the horses pulling the carriage seemed to slow their pace. The sunlight was still bright, but the air around them seemed to drop a few degrees.
"After this mission, once we return to the city..." Xia Lun's throat bobbed as he scanned the faces of each companion, finally fixing his gaze on the ever-receding scenery outside.
The driver, Musen, turned back with a surprised look. Liyana’s smile froze on her face. Moke’s head snapped up.
In the deepest corner, Aina’s hood cast a shadow over her face, with only a lock of silver hair visible.
The sunlight was still warm, but inside the carriage, nothing would be the same anymore.
"The Dawn Wings is disbanding."
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?"
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
