The wind howled fiercely. From such a height, even the bravest might feel a chill, but Bai Yuyou in front of him merely shook her head gently. "With Ye Shuang here... not scared."
Ye Shuang smiled softly and ruffled the girl's hair.
"I'll take a photo for you," Aunt Li chimed in cheerfully. Truth be told, they'd all gone skydiving plenty of times before. In terms of danger, high-altitude jumps were actually less risky than mountain biking.
After all, online shopping platforms boasted a 100% satisfaction rate for parachutes (scratch that).
"Let's go." Chen Qin adjusted her goggles and reminded Bai Yuyou, "Little Yuyou, don’t squirm around when we jump, and whatever you do, don’t open your mouth."
"Open mouth..." Bai Yuyou tilted her head. "Will I eat something?"
"If the wind rushes in, your face will look funny in the photos," Ye Shuang couldn’t help but laugh, imagining Tang Keke’s cheeks puffing up comically.
Then, holding Bai Yuyou close, he leaped off without hesitation.
Aunt Li and Chen Qin exchanged a glance before following suit.
The intense weightlessness instantly sent a shiver through Bai Yuyou’s body. Her hands flailed briefly until a warm, firm grip steadied her.
"Don’t be afraid," a gentle voice reassured her.
The sensation didn’t last long. Feeling the comforting touch on her hand, Bai Yuyou soon relaxed.
Once she calmed down, Ye Shuang stabilized their descent and deployed the drogue chute.
The small white canopy popped open, slowing their fall slightly. Ye Shuang pointed ahead. "Yuyou, look forward—"
Bai Yuyou turned her gaze to where Aunt Li was holding a camera, giving them a thumbs-up.
Not understanding but mimicking the gesture, Bai Yuyou raised her own thumb.
Ye Shuang chuckled before glancing at Chen Qin, who drifted closer for a mid-air group photo.
After enough shots, Ye Shuang signaled, and Aunt Li and Chen Qin maneuvered away to maintain a safe distance.
Flying too close during canopy deployment could spell disaster—none of them wanted to "land in a box," as the saying went.
"Whoosh—"
The main parachute billowed open, abruptly slowing their descent. As they gently spun, the breathtaking scenery unfolded around them—the ocean below resembling a vast, shimmering sapphire.
"How do you feel?" Ye Shuang asked once they’d stabilized, admiring the stunning view beneath them.
"A little scary... but not anymore," Bai Yuyou replied, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"The initial drop is always the most intense, but you get used to it," Ye Shuang said warmly. "The world is huge, and there’s so much more for you to experience. Don’t worry—I’ll take you to see it all, step by step."
"All kinds of things..." Bai Yuyou twisted slightly to face him.
"What about making babies?"
"Uh..."
Maybe someday.
Ye Shuang guided their landing onto the sandy beach. For a first-time jumper, Bai Yuyou had done remarkably well—though he’d half-hoped to hear her let out a scream or two.
But that seemed unlikely. The girl’s face remained as expressionless as ever, her large eyes blinking innocently.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the shore—
Tang Keke sat curled up on the sand, staring blankly at the ocean. "Beyond the sea... lies the enemy," she muttered.
"What’s wrong with Keke?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Who knows?" An Shiyu shrugged, hands stuffed in her pockets.
"Waaahhh! Big bro, she told me mid-air that the parachute was broken!!!" Tang Keke wailed, pointing accusingly at An Shiyu. At that moment, she’d already mentally drafted her will—mourning the unopened figurine deliveries and uneaten snacks left behind.
"An Shiyu, you’ll scare her to death one day," Ye Shuang sighed. The troublemaking "fish" really loved bullying poor Tang Keke, whose courage was inversely proportional to a slime’s.
"Just a joke," An Shiyu said dismissively, as if it were some kind of bravery training.
"At least apologize. Look, Keke can’t even stand up."
"..."
"Well?" Ye Shuang prompted with a smile.
"Tch." An Shiyu scratched her cheek awkwardly, avoiding Tang Keke’s teary gaze before mumbling under her breath,
"Sorry."
"Hmph, that’s more like it." Tang Keke stood up, easily pacified.
"Didn’t know you had it in you," Ye Shuang remarked, amused. He’d half-expected An Shiyu to never apologize.
"Whatever."
An Shiyu rolled her eyes but stayed silent.
"Come on, let’s go again once the plane’s ready."
She dragged Tang Keke away despite the protests.
"No!!!!!!"
"Help!!!!!"
"Big bro! Yuyou! Save me!!!"
Ye Shuang crossed his arms, noticing Chen Qin and Aunt Li approaching. "Did you land far away?"
"Not really, just a bit behind. Doubting my skills?" Chen Qin huffed, stretching contentedly. "Feels great—been too long since we did this."
"A little break from work does wonders for the skin," Aunt Li agreed, checking her makeup in a compact. Though her silver lipstick remained... an acquired taste.
"Another jump?" Ye Shuang asked.
"I’d rather go split a watermelon," Chen Qin waved him off, heading to change.
"Little Shuang, come see the photos," Aunt Li called, holding up the camera.
The screen displayed a brilliant blue backdrop, with Ye Shuang and Bai Yuyou in goggles, posing for the shot.
Bai Yuyou, however, hadn’t quite faced the lens, leaving her slightly off-center—adorably dazed.
"Like it, sweetie?" Aunt Li beamed.
"Yes. Aunt Li, can I have this photo?" Bai Yuyou asked.
"Of course! I’ll send it to you later." Aunt Li cupped her cheeks, doting. "Special moments deserve to be preserved. Looking back on them is half the joy."
Bai Yuyou seemed to ponder this before turning to Ye Shuang.
"Ye Shuang..."
"Yeah?"
"We should also record everything properly when we make babies."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Why are you so fixated on this?
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?"
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.”
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?"
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?"
