The music festival soon began, and Ye Shuang was arranged by Aunt Li to sit in the very front row.
At this time, Aunt Li was sitting next to Ye Shuang, arms crossed and legs slightly crossed. Seeing this, Ye Shuang reached out and touched his thigh. "Ho?"
"What are you doing? So annoying!" Suddenly having his thigh touched, Aunt Li immediately poked Ye Shuang with the toe of his leather shoe.
"Damn, your shoes even have spikes." Stung by the poke, Ye Shuang glared when he saw the metal spikes on the other's leather shoes.
Where did he get these Chelsea boots?
"Hmph, of course."
"I was just looking at your jeans..." Ye Shuang looked at the jeans Aunt Li was wearing. The pant legs were about as thick as his arm, and he had no idea how he even managed to put them on.
"Do they look good?"
"As long as you like them. But I think you'd better gain some weight, you look like a skeleton." Ye Shuang shook his head; being too skinny or too fat was bad for one's health.
"I wish I could, but I just can't gain weight no matter what I eat." Aunt Li cupped his face, looking very distressed.
"What do you usually eat?"
"Some beef, fruits, and melons."
"You need to eat more carbs."
"Got it, Dr. Ye."
"..."
At this time, accompanied by rhythmic music, the DJ on stage began to happily spin discs. There were also girls with good figures holding microphones and singing. Their sweet voices quickly hyped up the mood of the crowd.
"When is it our Yu You's turn?" Ye Shuang asked Aunt Li next to him.
"What did you say?"
"I asked when is it our Yu You's turn." The venue was a bit noisy, so Ye Shuang slightly raised his voice.
"Eat what fish oil?"
"Yu You!" Ye Shuang yelled into the other's ear.
"You want to eat Yu You?"
Ye Shuang shouted in exasperation, "Damn it, are you deaf?! Li Fugui!"
"Li what?"
Ye Shuang rolled his eyes, not knowing if Aunt Li was doing this on purpose. He had no choice but to take out his phone, type a few words, and show the text to Aunt Li.
"Oh." Aunt Li made a hand gesture.
In fact, in noisy environments, people tend to use hand gestures more often. So sometimes, the communication between two people looks like casting hand seals in Naruto, which is indescribably weird.
"Sure enough, I still prefer quieter bars. It's too noisy here." Ye Shuang felt like he was going deaf, wondering how the people who came here every day could stand it.
"You'll get used to it," Aunt Li smiled beside him.
"Now you can hear clearly?" Ye Shuang said expressionlessly.
"Ma what Dongmei?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
Forget it.
Next, a few more bands came on stage to perform. Since Bai Yu You and the others arrived relatively late and needed time to get used to the atmosphere, their performance was scheduled towards the end.
"Now, please welcome our next performer, rapper Simu!"
A blond guy walked onto the stage. "Woo! Good evening!"
"Brother Simu!!" Screams came from behind, almost drowning out the background music.
"Hmm?" Hearing many girls screaming, Ye Shuang glanced back, only to find a few slightly chubby girls jumping up and down, holding signs high in their hands.
"He even has fans? Is this guy famous?" Ye Shuang asked Aunt Li beside him.
"Who?"
"The one on stage." As soon as Ye Shuang finished speaking, Aunt Li glanced at the stage. "Oh, I don't know him. There are too many rappers nowadays, and I don't have much interest in them."
"Indeed." Ye Shuang didn't know much about this circle either.
At this time, Simu on stage began to rap. However, the lyrics sounded like sleep talking, with all sorts of random sentences thrown together, perfectly matching Ye Shuang's stereotype of this circle.
But the girls behind him were singing along, and some even leaned forward with their phones, trying to record more.
"Ouch." Ye Shuang's head was bumped by a phone, and he couldn't help but turn to look.
When he noticed the fierce-looking girl behind him, Ye Shuang ultimately didn't say anything. He just chose to lower his head slightly to let her finish recording. Anyway, the guy would be off stage after a song or two, so he might as well just play on his phone.
Ye Shuang also sent a message to Bai Yu You. After all, he wasn't backstage and didn't know what the situation was like in there.
Ye Shuang: How are the preparations going?
Bai Yu You: (・ω・) All set, we will perform soon.
Ye Shuang: Good, I'll make sure to record it well when you perform.
Bai Yu You: Keke just said she wants to work behind the scenes.
Ye Shuang: Kick her onto the stage.
After chatting for a while, Simu on stage finished a song. His eyes suddenly locked onto Ye Shuang, who was sitting in the first row with his head down playing on his phone. He frowned slightly and said into the microphone,
"Hey, hey, what's up with this bro."
As soon as he spoke, many people in the audience followed his gaze and looked at Ye Shuang. After all, the singing was going fine, and then it suddenly stopped as if something had happened.
"Hey, are you sleepy?" Simu continued talking to Ye Shuang through the microphone. At this time, Ye Shuang looked up from his phone and realized that Simu was pointing the microphone at him. A trace of confusion appeared on his face, and he pointed at himself,
"Uh... me? Are you talking to me?"
"Speak up, bro," Simu said to Ye Shuang. "You don't need to point at yourself. Do you want to sleep?"
Ye Shuang: "?"
"You don't need to look at me. You're sitting in the front row. If you're sleepy, how about you get out?" Simu pointed out the door. "You are not welcome here."
Ye Shuang: "..."
At this moment, a few girls behind him also spoke up, "Yeah, yeah, if you're sleepy, just leave, okay? Why occupy the front row?"
"Simu's songs are so good, and you're actually sleeping. Who understands my pain, family!"
"I'm going crazy! Simu's songs almost made me cry, and you dare to sleep."
"Exactly, if you're not going to listen, just get out, okay?"
Ye Shuang was a bit dumbfounded.
This music festival isn't your solo concert, and I didn't come here for you. Do I have to get scolded just for lowering my head so your fans can take pictures?
It was really the first time Ye Shuang felt so speechless. He pinched the bridge of his nose and looked at Aunt Li beside him, as if laughing out of anger.
At this time, Aunt Li's face was also a bit calm, even frighteningly calm.
After all, Ye Shuang was a guest, and what was more, he had personally arranged for him to sit in the first row. This clown somehow jumped out of nowhere, acting as if he was the one hosting the event.
Aunt Li facepalmed, also feeling for the first time that there were so many weirdos in this world.
Seeing that Ye Shuang was unmoved, Simu rolled his eyes and continued to sing his song.
But soon, about a dozen seconds later, a few burly men walked onto the stage and dragged him right off, even tearing his clothes in the process.
"Simu!" The fans offstage screamed.
"Alright, let's continue," Aunt Li said.
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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!
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.
