"Can the medication really not be developed within these few months?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. An Shi, we’re already doing our best in the research… but Miss An Shiyu’s condition is inherently complex. A heart transplant would be the best solution, but relying solely on medication is just too difficult," the researcher in the white lab coat sighed.
"And as you know, Miss An Shiyu wasn’t expected to live past 16 in the first place… her current state is already far beyond expectations."
Facing the researcher’s answer, the gaunt old man standing before him had reddened eyes but still rubbed his wrinkled hands together. "You may go for now. I hope there’ll be some good news."
"Understood."
After the researcher left, Anshi Yilang sat in his office chair, lost in thought. He took out his phone—the wallpaper showed a family photo. A short-haired girl was being held by a pair of young parents, all smiling brightly.
"Ah…" Anshi Yilang sighed, only to suddenly hear a sound from the office door.
"I’m not seeing anyone today. Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it this afternoon."
"It’s me." The voice outside was all too familiar.
Hearing this, Anshi Yilang slowly snapped out of his daze. "Come in."
The office door opened, and a short-haired girl walked in—her hands in her pockets, her face tanned as if sunburnt, with even white streaks visible on her bare shoulders.
"You… got tanned?" Anshi Yilang asked.
"Yeah. Had a lot of fun," An Shiyu replied, then noticed the bloodshot eyes of the old man. She spoke plainly, "The medication… wasn’t developed, was it?"
"...No." The word barely escaped Anshi Yilang’s throat.
An Shiyu wasn’t surprised. She smiled faintly and said, "Let’s stick to the original plan, then. Here—"
She pointed at her chest.
"Mine is fine."
"No. Xiaoyu would never agree." Anshi Yilang shook his head. "Because of what happened to your parents, that child still hasn’t fully forgiven me…"
An Shiyu simply said, "This is the best solution. After all…"
"Isn’t this the reason I exist?"
"You’re my granddaughter too!" Anshi Yilang’s voice rose sharply, his emotions flaring.
"Well, I know. But this is enough." An Shiyu seemed to smile at his words.
"Today is my tenth birthday."
"So… you know what that means, right?"
Anshi Yilang: "…"
He fell silent, as if he had long known the answer.
"Every part of me ages faster than a normal person’s. Except for this one…" An Shiyu touched her chest but didn’t finish her sentence.
She turned around slowly and placed her hand on the doorknob.
As she opened the door, she suddenly glanced back, as if making a request.
"If you truly want to keep one of us… please decide quickly."
"Grandpa."
The door closed gently behind her. Watching it, Anshi Yilang slumped into his chair, looking as though he had aged ten years in an instant.
"Why did it have to come to this…" He covered his face in agony, the sound of his labored breaths the only noise in the room.
……
……
"Beep beep—"
"Honk honk—"
The congested highway was crawling with cars moving at a snail’s pace.
"Wow, why is there traffic on the highway too?" A voice came from the backseat. Tang Keke pressed her face against the window, seeing nothing but an endless line of vehicles ahead and behind them.
"It’s summer vacation. Traffic jams on highways aren’t unusual," Ye Shuang said, though the navigation system beside him indicated construction ahead. In situations like this, lanes were likely narrowed, slowing everything down.
Or maybe there was an accident.
"Alright, but at least it’s not the Spring Festival travel rush. That would be terrifying." Tang Keke recalled last year’s pre-Lunar New Year chaos—a sudden cold snap had left countless people stranded on highways for an entire week.
Some were even driving those tiny electric cars with barely 100-200 kilometers of range. Once stuck, they could only wait for rescue.
Then again, even rescue vehicles couldn’t get through.
"More and more people own cars now. Back when I was learning to drive, the roads were wide and parking spaces weren’t even marked," Ye Shuang chuckled. "It’s not a bad thing, really. Just that navigation wasn’t as convenient back then. If you got lost near a highway exit, there used to be professional ‘direction guides’ waiting to help."
"But as technology advanced, free navigation apps appeared, and those guides vanished overnight."
Ye Shuang instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror, his gaze landing on the girl in the backseat. A thought crossed his mind—if Bai Yuyou had been confined for so many years, even as an adult, emerging after a decade would make the world feel completely different, wouldn’t it?
When time stands still for you, it doesn’t take long to realize you’ve been left behind by an entire era.
"Hm." Bai Yuyou seemed to notice Ye Shuang watching her through the mirror and responded with a cute peace sign.
Ye Shuang smiled, then turned his attention back to the road. A thought struck him.
"Now that you’re both adults, why not get your driver’s licenses this summer?"
"Driver’s license?"
"Yeah. Learn how to drive," Ye Shuang said.
"Oh right, I can get my license now!" Tang Keke tugged at Bai Yuyou’s sleeve. "Yuyou, let’s sign up together!"
"Drive?" Bai Yuyou tilted her head.
"Yeah."
"No…"
"Huh? Why not?" Tang Keke blinked.
Bai Yuyou answered very seriously, "If I learn to drive… I can’t sit in the car with Ye Shuang anymore."
"You really are clingy, huh?" Tang Keke couldn’t help but laugh—this was such a Bai Yuyou-like response.
"I can sit in the passenger seat," Ye Shuang offered with a grin.
"Okay." Bai Yuyou nodded.
"Wait, you agree just because he can sit next to you?!"
……
Despite the traffic crawling at 30 km/h, Haizhu City and Heshan were close—only about a hundred kilometers apart—so they arrived in Heshan’s urban area fairly quickly.
"Let’s switch to the national highway. The expressway’s a lost cause right now."
Ye Shuang exited early and changed routes.
"Keke’s hometown… looks a lot like Haizhu City," Bai Yuyou murmured, gazing at the high-rises outside the window.
"Not really! This is Heshan’s downtown area. My actual hometown is in Laixu, Gonghe Town," Tang Keke pulled out her phone and showed Bai Yuyou the map.
"It’s a small town with really beautiful scenery."
"I just checked—there’s a scenic spot nearby too. Let’s stop by later," Ye Shuang added as he drove.
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
