The dragon raised its head, peering into the abyss.
Bai Yuyou also fell silent for a few seconds. She seemed to have felt something, but still squeezed further in.
Ye Shuang: "?!"
Are you doing this on purpose or by accident?
At this moment, the girl turned her head and tilted it. "Ye Shuang, what's wrong?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
"It's nothing, just get off me first."
"I like it like this."
"..."
He pinched the bridge of his nose. He must be overthinking it; Yuyou probably didn't do it on purpose—but at this moment, Bai Yuyou's ears were tinged with pink, though she continued to look forward expressionlessly.
Meanwhile, Tang Keke, who was watching an anime, swam over with a grin and sat right next to Ye Shuang. "Brother, is the water temperature too high? Your face is all red."
"Yeah... a little." Ye Shuang covered his forehead.
Tang Keke was still focused on the plot, while Bai Yuyou nestled in Ye Shuang's arms, but suddenly closed her eyes—her soft, long hair spread out in the bathwater, making it almost impossible to see what was happening underneath.
The anime was loud, currently playing a newly released episode.
"Wow!" Tang Keke suddenly exclaimed as she saw the climax of the plot.
"Mmh?" And Bai Yuyou suddenly plunged headfirst into the bathwater.
"Yuyou?!"
Ye Shuang hurriedly lifted Bai Yuyou up, only to find the girl staring at the ceiling with slightly unfocused eyes. The bath towel on her body was soaked, and her legs were pressed slightly together, trembling.
"Yuyou, are you okay?" Tang Keke was also taken aback, not knowing what had happened to Bai Yuyou for a moment.
"She might be a little dizzy from the hot spring." Ye Shuang supported Bai Yuyou up, and the girl lay motionless on him like a puddle of mud.
"Yuyou?" Tang Keke checked on Bai Yuyou's condition. The girl's face had wet strands of hair clinging to it and was flushed with a red tint. She seemed to be doing alright; she must have slipped down accidentally.
"I'm fine, my head just feels a bit dizzy," Bai Yuyou said softly, and then gradually calmed down.
Ye Shuang then let the girl sit beside him. He wanted to say something, but after glancing at Keke, he ended up saying nothing.
After soaking for a while longer, the group got out.
Everyone changed into well-fitting yukatas. Ye Shuang wore a relatively plain blue-black one, while Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke wore pink and yellow respectively, making them look full of youthful energy.
However, as expected, there wasn't a size that properly fit Keke, making her look exceptionally busty.
"This seems pretty nice. We can go have a big meal after resting a bit more." Ye Shuang checked the time.
From six o'clock until ten o'clock, they could go to the food street next door and eat all the way down the street. As long as they held a hot spring ticket, they could eat all they wanted.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou stood beside Ye Shuang, constantly hugging his arm.
"Ye Shuang, did you like it just now?" the girl suddenly looked up and asked in a low voice.
Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Where did you learn that?"
Bai Yuyou didn't explain. Instead, she let go of his arm and took small steps to stay beside Tang Keke.
Ye Shuang: "..."
Seeing the girl's cute, expressionless face, Ye Shuang suddenly wondered if she wasn't as clueless as he had imagined.
But it made sense—to put it bluntly, Yuyou was an adult now. She was no longer the ignorant and innocent girl in his memory. As she learned more about the world, this step was an inevitable part of the process.
Thinking about what had just happened, Ye Shuang suddenly fell silent for a while. But wasn't this step a bit too big? She even learned how to polish a gun.
It was highly likely that Keke had been a bad influence on her.
Ye Shuang's gaze fell on Tang Keke.
Sensing Ye Shuang's gaze, Tang Keke subconsciously glanced at her own backpack: "Eh?"
"..."
Approaching six o'clock, Ye Shuang and the others emerged from their hotel room and headed to the food street. Since it was just next door, they simply walked there.
Perhaps because of the New Year's Day holiday, the hot spring resort was exceptionally crowded, with everyone walking toward the food street.
Fireworks suddenly bloomed in the sky, the sound drawing everyone's eyes upward.
Antique Japanese-style architecture, girls in yukatas, and blooming fireworks.
For a moment, the atmosphere seemed absolutely perfect, so much so that Tang Keke took out her phone, her eyes shining.
"This is the perfect time to take pictures!"
"Brother, stand with Yuyou, I'll take a picture of you two!"
"Hmm?" Hearing this, Ye Shuang didn't object. Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou moved next to Ye Shuang and pressed herself very close to him—so close that if Ye Shuang lowered his head slightly, he could see a large expanse of snow-white skin.
Along with the three-two-one countdown, the two of them coincidentally raised their hands in peace signs.
"Ugh, that's so tacky. Don't you guys have any elegant poses?" Tang Keke lowered her phone and couldn't help but complain. In such a beautiful setting, doing a peace sign wasn't really appropriate, was it?
"Brother, look at Yuyou."
"Look at her... like this?" Ye Shuang looked straight at the girl, while Bai Yuyou directly reached out and hugged Ye Shuang's waist, tilting her chin up to look at him.
"Yes, yes, yes, just like that!" Tang Keke snapped a few pictures and suddenly asked, "Can you guys get a bit closer?"
"Closer?"
Ye Shuang was about to ask if he should bend down a little, but Bai Yuyou had already stood on her tiptoes and kissed him.
A familiar sensation transmitted over; her jelly-like lips made Ye Shuang freeze for a second.
"Yoooooooooooooooooooooooo—" Tang Keke suddenly let out a shrill squeal, frantically pressing the shutter button.
If Keke were lying in bed right now, she would probably be writhing around like a worm.
Such an assertive Bai Yuyou!
After parting, Bai Yuyou still maintained her expressionless look, but asked softly, "Ye Shuang, do you like this?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
How am I supposed to answer that?
Moreover, Ye Shuang felt that Yuyou was somewhat different from before. Although she still had the same cute, expressionless face, there was an indescribable charm added to her.
Being stared straight at by the girl's jewel-like eyes, Ye Shuang suddenly said, "Let's eat first. We're all hungry, right?"
Bai Yuyou nodded, "Hungry."
Tang Keke looked a bit regretful at this moment. "Ah, it would have been great if you guys did that a few more times. I feel like I didn't capture it well."
She looked at her phone, then opened the camera to adjust it. After a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her phone in confusion and looked behind Ye Shuang—
"Eh?"
"What's wrong, Keke?" Ye Shuang turned around and found that there seemed to be nothing behind him except for some passing tourists.
"I... I think I saw it wrong. I just saw An Shiyu wearing a purple yukata." Tang Keke hesitated for a moment, then spoke uncertainly.
"An Shiyu?"
"And I actually saw two An Shiyus!" Tang Keke was a little terrified.
A hallucination!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
