Ye Shuang unlocked the door with his key and noticed Bai Yuyou was already awake—she was kneeling by the balcony door, feeding Yīwàn (Ten Thousand) cat food with her fingers. However, the cat didn’t seem hungry at the moment, instead showing more interest in the strands of hair swaying in front of it, playfully batting at them with its tiny paws.
Bai Yuyou didn’t mind. In fact, seeing how much Yīwàn was enjoying itself, she gathered all her hair and handed it over to the kitten. The waist-length locks were far too much for the little cat, practically burying Yīwàn under them.
Just then, Bai Yuyou seemed to sense something. She turned her head and noticed Ye Shuang standing not far away.
"Ye Shuang…"
She immediately stood up and hurried over, but Yīwàn, still clinging to her hair, wasn’t quick enough to react. The sudden movement sent the kitten bouncing along behind her, its little body bobbing up and down near her backside.
"Don’t let Yīwàn ruin such beautiful hair," Ye Shuang said, reaching out to pluck the cat free. After lightly tapping its little head, he set it down. Yīwàn promptly rolled onto its back, exposing its belly—a sign of trust and relaxation among cats.
"Little troublemaker," Ye Shuang murmured, his gaze lingering on Bai Yuyou.
Perhaps recalling the old man’s words from earlier, Ye Shuang’s mood hadn’t fully settled yet. There were things he needed to know.
"Yuyou, why aren’t you eating breakfast?" He steadied his emotions before gesturing to the nearby table.
Bai Yuyou replied, "Ye Shuang was gone just now… wanted to eat with Ye Shuang…"
"Eating is a happy thing… wanted to be happy with Ye Shuang…"
Ye Shuang reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "Alright, sit down."
Once she took her seat, she watched as Ye Shuang began eating before picking up a steamed bun herself. She nibbled at it delicately, her movements reminiscent of a small animal—adorable enough to lift anyone’s spirits.
Ye Shuang studied her for a few seconds before suddenly asking, "Yuyou, do you remember anything from your childhood?"
"Childhood?"
"Yeah, around five or six years old. Any memories?"
Bai Yuyou nodded.
"What do you remember?"
After a moment of thought, she answered earnestly, "Very hungry… and, my body hurt."
Ye Shuang: "…"
The air around him seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe. A suffocating weight pressed against his chest, and he forced a weak smile, deciding not to press further.
"I took the day off. Want to go out somewhere?" he offered, though what he really wanted was to take her to the police station.
"Okay."
"Anywhere you’d like to go?"
"Want to be with Ye Shuang."
Ye Shuang blinked. "I’m right here, aren’t I?"
"Mm." Bai Yuyou nodded. "That’s enough."
After a brief silence, Ye Shuang suddenly said, "Let’s go to the beach."
Haizhu City was a coastal town. Though most locals insisted that staying home with their phones was better than visiting the shore, it didn’t stop tourists from flocking there every year to see the ocean. For Ye Shuang, the beach was also a good place to clear his mind when he was feeling down.
"The sea."
"Yeah. Has it been a while since you last went?" He smiled faintly—truthfully, it had been a long time for him too.
But Bai Yuyou shook her head. "I… have never been."
Ye Shuang froze for a second before understanding dawned on him. This girl had been locked in an attic for eight years, then spent another two years fending for herself in confusion. Unless there had been some extraordinary circumstance, she wouldn’t have had the chance to visit the beach.
"Let’s head out after breakfast?"
"Okay."
After finishing their meal, they rested for a while, watched a short show, and then left the house.
The weather was beautiful—the sky a pristine blue, the warm sunlight filtering through the leaves and casting shifting patterns like gray fish swimming across the parked cars below. A gentle breeze rustled the branches, making the "fish" appear to dart about.
Ye Shuang’s heavy mood lightened slightly. He glanced at the girl beside him, who was quietly holding onto the hem of his shirt. Her small, delicate face was serene, though a bandage still wrapped around her forehead.
Once in the car, Ye Shuang drove off.
The beach wasn’t far—just a twenty-minute drive. Fortunately, it wasn’t a holiday, or finding parking would have been a nightmare. He still remembered the days when he’d haphazardly parked by the shore, only to return to a windshield plastered with parking tickets.
Bai Yuyou gazed curiously out the window as the scenery rushed past. Her unfamiliarity with the world made everything seem new and fascinating.
Ye Shuang drove at a leisurely pace, long past the age where he’d speed down highways at 150 km/h. Even in a sports car, he preferred a smooth, steady ride.
Soon, they approached a tunnel, about a kilometer long.
As a few car horns echoed around them, the surroundings plunged into darkness.
Bai Yuyou instinctively shuddered. The sudden blackness wrapped around her, stirring an inexplicable fear that tightened around her heart. She reached out, seeking Ye Shuang’s sleeve for comfort.
But the next moment, warmth enveloped her hand.
Ye Shuang kept one hand on the wheel while the other gently held hers. He’d noticed her reaction immediately—though the tunnel wasn’t particularly dark, the abrupt change must have unsettled her.
"Don’t be afraid," his soothing voice reassured her.
"Yuyou, do you trust me?"
"Mm."
"Close your eyes."
The moment he spoke, Bai Yuyou obeyed.
About thirty seconds later, a rush of wind filled her ears, carrying the briny scent of the sea.
"Okay, open them."
Bai Yuyou slowly opened her eyes. Bright light flooded her vision—the car window had been rolled down at some point. She stared blankly at the scene before her.
The ocean stretched endlessly, merging with the horizon in a seamless blend of blue. Sunlight danced across the water’s surface, casting shimmering arcs of light that reflected in Bai Yuyou’s clear, wide eyes.
She watched, as if trying to imprint every detail into her memory, unmoving for a long moment.
Ye Shuang drove on, occasionally glancing at the faint blue hue mirrored in her gaze. He didn’t interrupt her thoughts.
"That’s the sea…"
"Yes, that’s the sea."
"I… think I’ve been here before," Bai Yuyou murmured. The sight felt familiar, as though it existed in her mind but was veiled by a hazy filter.
Ye Shuang studied her intently before suddenly asking, "Yuyou, did you have another name before?"
"Name…"
"I think… I did…"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
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.”
