Half an hour later.
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Su Qi returned to his room.
Naturally, nothing had happened during that half hour.
It was just that his cooking skills had been rather disappointing at dinner, so neither of them had eaten much.
As a result, his younger sister took matters into her own hands and whipped up a late-night snack.
Of course, her culinary skills weren’t much better either—she just boiled some dumplings for him.
Lying on his bed, he pulled out his phone.
【Iris invites you to connect via Bluetooth.】
Huh?
Was his sister planning to come clean because of that late-night snack?
She even changed her Bluetooth name to 【Iris】.
Su Qi was curious to see how this little brat intended to reveal the truth.
Accept.
【Iris has shared a photo with you.】
【View now: A picture of exclusive equipment with spoils of war.jpg】
【Iris: Pathetic big brother, no match for me.】
【Iris: Pathetic big brother, goodnight~】
Su Qi: ……
He had never imagined their identities would be exposed in such an absurd way…
Why did it feel like some bizarre plotline had been triggered?
And wasn’t there a hint of… role reversal here?
Could "The Sky of Fate" really be a documentary?
……
The next morning.
Sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains.
Su Qi, unusually, had trouble sleeping.
Last night, his sister had held his hand for a while.
In return, he had held onto her "equipment" for a bit—call it even.
And then there was that "pathetic big brother" remark, followed immediately by the rapid-fire notifications of points flooding his screen for seven straight seconds.
All of it had played on loop in his mind the entire night.
It gave him the absurd feeling that… the cabbage he’d been guarding might actually be the one doing the uprooting.
On the other hand… he couldn’t say he minded?
In fact… he might even be looking forward to it?
Ugh!
A true man stands tall between heaven and earth—how could he resign himself to being… beneath?
But if he didn’t resign himself, what else could he do?
Su Qi shook his head, trying to fling out those chaotic thoughts.
He got out of bed, washed up, and headed to the living room.
Liu Yuan’s door was still tightly shut.
Su Qi hesitated but decided not to knock.
Let her sleep a little longer.
He walked to the kitchen, planning to throw together a quick breakfast.
Opening the fridge, he found nothing but a few bottles of drinks, some frozen food, and… the pre-made meals he’d bought days ago.
Su Qi sighed.
When it came to life skills, he and Liu Yuan were truly a match made in mediocrity.
Back when they ate separately, it hadn’t mattered much. But now that they were sharing meals, maybe… they should improve their diet a little?
At the very least, they couldn’t keep relying on pre-made meals for every meal.
He took out two packs of frozen dumplings and tossed them into the microwave.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
Pulling it out, he saw the caller ID: "Old Jiang."
He answered.
"Hey, Old Jiang, calling this early? Ruining my beauty sleep."
Guardian Jiang’s voice came through, unusually serious: "Cut the jokes. Get over here now. I’ve approved what Su Muxue discussed with you yesterday, but there’s a new development."
Su Qi raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I thought we were waiting for higher approval?"
"Things have changed. I have discretionary authority. Stop wasting time and get here." Guardian Jiang sounded exhausted. "I’ll send you the address."
Without waiting for a response, he hung up.
"Beep—beep—beep—"
Su Qi stared at his phone, thoughtful.
Guardian Jiang’s tone had been unusually grave.
Seemed like the situation with the Descenders was even more complicated than Su Muxue had described.
"Ding." A new message arrived—an address, not too far from his place, about a 20-minute cab ride.
Su Qi returned to the living room just as the microwave beeped. The dumplings were ready.
He grabbed two plates, divided the dumplings, and set them on the table.
After a moment’s thought, he also took out two cartons of milk from the fridge.
Once everything was set, he glanced again at Liu Yuan’s closed door but still didn’t disturb her.
He wolfed down his share of breakfast, changed clothes, grabbed his keys, and headed out.
Before leaving, he sent a quick text to his sister: "Guardian Jiang needs me for something. Heading out."
No response came.
Su Qi didn’t dwell on it and stepped out.
……
Not long after Su Qi left.
Liu Yuan’s door creaked open slightly.
A small head peeked out, scanning the room to confirm he was really gone before exhaling in relief and tiptoeing out.
Honestly, last night’s behavior had been… strange.
She was still herself.
No external influence had taken hold.
But there’d been a sense of… recklessness.
Like when someone acts impulsively in the heat of the moment.
That’s why she didn’t dare face Su Qi directly today.
Hiding behind the door, she could only catch fragmented thoughts drifting into her mind.
"Improve… meals."
"No more… pre-made food."
"Little sister’s dumpling skills need work."
She realized her ability wasn’t all that powerful.
It wasn’t mind-reading or eavesdropping on thoughts.
It was just…
She could pick up on things Su Qi wanted her to know but couldn’t bring himself to say.
The stronger his desire for her to know, the clearer the message.
For example, yesterday, when he was hiding behind the door, she could only sense faint emotions.
Today, she caught half a sentence…
As for why there was also a full sentence…
Ahem…
Just a coincidence.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.
