“Come outside with me, and I'll take it out for you.”
Xu Mo thought for a moment and said.
The system was basically a big bug.
Even though the Small World had ancient martial arts techniques,
teleporting objects from a distance belonged to the realm of cultivation magic.
Even the naive dragon queen, An Youyi, might be frightened and shocked.
To prevent such incidents,
Xu Mo decided to bring her to another place to retrieve the item.
“Alright.”
An Youyi nodded and did not refuse.
She followed Xu Mo again, becoming a docile "dragon tail."
On the other side,
in a corner of the banquet hall,
Zhang Naixi was wandering alone.
No one dared to come within three meters of her.
Ever since Zhang Naixi had dealt with a few spoiled rich second-generation heirs,
these restless young men had immediately quieted down.
They behaved like quails,
not daring to speak out of turn.
The conditions for marrying Zhang Naixi were clear.
Did they not know if they were capable of meeting them?
“Does Grandpa’s illness really only Dr. Lin Fan can treat?”
“Why does he alone have the ability, while others cannot?”
Zhang Naixi frowned, murmuring to herself as she walked.
Was it just because Lin Fan was the protagonist?
Did they all have to revolve around him?
Like most of the protagonist's love interests,
Zhang Naixi initially couldn't accept this setup.
The collapse and rebuilding of her worldview took time.
Eventually, she adapted.
Zhang Naixi arrived at a table filled with various delicacies.
She reached out to take a glass of red wine placed on the table.
At the same time, another hand reached out.
Both hands touched the bottle almost simultaneously.
“Huh---”
“Huh?”
They looked at each other.
Both were stunned.
Zhang Naixi’s brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured inwardly,
“Why is it so unlucky? I can even bump into Lin Fan here?”
“The prediction from Cousin is really accurate!”
Lin Fan’s thoughts, on the other hand, were completely opposite.
It was truly “treading on iron shoes all over the place, but finding it effortlessly.”
To run into Zhang Naixi here was surely due to his own incredible luck.
Like cutting through the air with a knife, it felt like the heavens were smiling on him!
The purpose of his visit was merely to unwind.
But never had he expected to bump into Zhang Naixi.
This was a golden opportunity!
Lin Fan’s lips curled into a mischievous smile, revealing a friendly and surprised expression.
“It’s such a pleasure, Miss Zhang Naixi, to meet again. What a coincidence, isn’t it?”
During his speech,
Lin Fan made sure to restrain himself,
avoiding his gaze from unconsciously wandering to her voluptuous curves.
Occasionally, if his gaze did stray,
Lin Fan believed it was not his fault.
She was too mesmerizing, too tempting.
Ah, this------------------------who could resist?!
‘This is annoying!’
Zhang Naixi thought to herself.
“Hehehe----------what a coincidence.”
Zhang Naixi replied casually.
Seeing this, Lin Fan thought he had a chance!
What was the most important thing when pursuing a woman?
Boldness, attentiveness, and thick skin!
Most importantly, thick skin.
If you didn’t have the courage to shamelessly pursue her,
who would believe you truly loved her?
Even childbirth was so painful.
Did it matter if the child was yours?
Impressive!
(Inward complaint: We must admit, this is truly shocking.)
Lin Fan began to persistently seek out conversation topics.
While speaking, he acted with gentlemanly demeanor (in his own mind) as he poured wine for Zhang Naixi.
“With such a beautiful night and delicious wine, Miss Zhang Naixi, do you know how to dance?”
“I sincerely invite you to join me for a dance, how about it?”
Zhang Naixi sipped the wine Lin Fan poured.
What could go wrong, it’s not like the wine has syphilis!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present,
would Lin Fan really resort to such underhanded tactics?
“I’m sorry, I’ve never danced before, and I’m not interested in dancing.”
Zhang Naixi smiled and politely declined.
Lin Fan was unperturbed.
“No need to worry, not being interested doesn’t mean you can’t try. If you don’t know how to dance, that’s fine, I’ll teach you!”
This behavior of Lin Fan’s made Zhang Naixi think of a term:
-------------Average yet Confident Man!
Lin Fan was not even half as handsome or charming as her cousin.
He was so ordinary,
yet so self-assured.
Believing that once he extended an invitation,
all women in the world would cater to him.
Some weak-willed women might do so,
but Zhang Naixi wouldn’t indulge such people.
“I think Mr. Lin might have misunderstood my meaning!”
“Let me clarify once more, I’m not interested in fancy flourishes; I prefer substance.”
Fancy flourishes?
= Empty show.
This was good!
Lin Fan’s eyes lit up, feeling as if he had found a kindred spirit.
She understood him!
She really understood him.
He was the real deal!
Lin Fan laughed even more confidently.
“That’s great, I think we’ll have a lot to talk about.”
Zhang Naixi’s eyelids twitched.
She clearly wasn’t cut out for roundabout conversations.
Being straightforward was her true nature.
Too much subtlety led to misunderstandings.
Neither accepting nor refusing left the other party hanging.
It was too insincere,
too sly.
Bang--------------------
Lin Fan suddenly looked up, noticing the increasing tension on Zhang Naixi’s face!
Before she could speak, he assumed an air of superiority.
“Miss Zhang Naixi, your grandfather, Zhang Hong, looks in good health, but I happen to notice that his movements differ from ordinary people.”
Either way, he was digging his own grave.
If he didn’t speak up, he would only embarrass himself further.
Make one wrong move,
and it would all be over.
Lin Fan could only bet on this!
Of course,
he said this for a reason.
He noticed that the women he found appealing
all had some direct or indirect connection to Xu Mo.
Initially, they were strangers,
but there was still hope.
After all, they knew nothing about each other.
The first impression was crucial.
And Lin Fan excelled at leaving a positive first impression!
Once a good impression was formed,
people would subconsciously be more open to the other person.
Conversely,
forming a negative impression would require much more effort to rectify.
In extreme cases,
the game was over.
A simple goodbye, and they would remain strangers.
Zhang Naixi’s body trembled slightly.
Her voluptuous figure swayed as well.
Lin Fan was indeed something remarkable!
In an instant,
Zhang Naixi found herself in a dilemma.
Objectively speaking,
she couldn’t reject an opportunity that could treat her grandfather’s condition for her own selfish desires.
But she now had a deep negative impression of Lin Fan.
What was the right choice?
She didn’t know.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
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?"
