Warm breath brushed against Su Qi's earlobe, sending a ticklish sensation down his spine.
"Really, it's nothing."
He tried to maintain his composure.
Liu Yuan wasn’t buying it. Her nimble fingers took advantage of his distraction, slipping effortlessly into his pocket.
The phone was hers now.
"Give it back!"
A rare hint of panic colored Su Qi’s voice.
Liu Yuan clutched the phone tightly, swaying it teasingly in front of him.
"Sure, I’ve got your phone, but I can’t unlock it~"
She giggled, her tone laced with mischief. "Why so nervous, big bro?"
"Let me guess," she tucked the phone behind her back, tilting her head in mock contemplation. "Could it be… pictures of scantily clad anime girls?"
Su Qi’s expression froze.
Liu Yuan’s voice rose in triumph. "Wow, was I right?"
Beads of sweat formed at Su Qi’s temples.
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper—like a little devil breathing temptation into his ear. "Did you forget? I told you, once you have me, you’re not allowed to look at those anymore~ It’s not like I… can’t change, you know~"
Su Qi’s throat went dry. "This… really can’t be changed…"
Liu Yuan’s cheeks flushed pink, her smile brimming with sly amusement.
"How can you be so sure, big bro, if you won’t even let me see~ Hmm?"
A famous saying flashed through Su Qi’s mind:
When faced with harmful temptations, one must bravely say ‘no.’
But then again, what counted as harmful?
Su Qi had his own standards.
Besides, based on past experience, his silly little sister wasn’t one to make empty threats.
The problem was…
Earlier, in a group chat, a self-proclaimed ‘hero’ had forwarded some… questionable conversation logs.
Fine, he’d take the gamble.
As the saying went, even a reckless gambler couldn’t lose every time.
At worst, he’d face social death—or perhaps another kind of ‘death’ altogether.
Without another word, Su Qi silently unlocked his phone.
Several images instantly flooded Liu Yuan’s vision.
For a full three seconds, she stood there, completely frozen.
The temperature in her face skyrocketed.
"No! Absolutely not this!"
"Can’t change it!"
Then, in a blur, she bolted back to her room like a gust of wind.
Su Qi was left standing alone in the living room.
He sighed, shaking his head at the empty space.
His gaze returned to the phone screen.
Alongside the shockingly explicit images, there was a brief exchange in the chat logs.
"There’s this place called the Origin Realm—every month, it gets snowed in for about seven days."
"Some people don’t want to wait. Can they take the back mountain path instead?"
"I say, go for it!"
"Route map, incoming!"
Sure enough…
This kind of thinking was a bit too out there.
Even Su Qi had only clicked out of sheer curiosity.
Just then—
Click.
A soft sound came from Liu Yuan’s bedroom door.
Su Qi instinctively turned his head.
Normally, when his sister got this mad, she’d ignore him for at least half an hour.
This time, she’d bounced back unusually fast.
Then, his eyes locked onto the figure emerging from the room.
A small, fox-eared girl stepped out.
Su Qi understood instantly.
He swore his brain had never processed information this quickly.
Even if he had 10,000 agility points, it wouldn’t compare to this moment of clarity.
Ah, so the ‘children’s show’ was back on air.
Wait, no.
Those with good memories would recall—two months ago, he had rescued an injured little fox.
He’d almost forgotten!
Rumor had it that fox spirits like this always repaid their debts.
Was it time for her to return the favor?
The fox girl’s ears twitched lightly.
She bit through the bandages wrapped around her arm with her teeth.
Barefoot, she padded toward Su Qi, step by step.
Stopping right in front of him, she bowed deeply, her voice crisp and clear.
"Thank you for taking me in, Master. My injuries have mostly healed."
"But…"
That word was always trouble.
Did it mean she couldn’t fulfill her promise?
"But… there’s still a lingering wound inside me. For some reason, it won’t close. Could Master please examine it?"
Without hesitation, she turned around, revealing the stubborn injury.
"Please, Master."
"Logically, a wound that refuses to heal in this heat should have some… unpleasant odor…"
"But when I checked earlier… for some reason, mine seems different…"
"Maybe it’s just my unique constitution?"
Su Qi nodded vigorously—so hard it was almost comical.
He decided to inspect the wound first.
True enough, there was none of the expected foul smell.
Bizarre as it was, in a world where the supernatural existed, even the strangest things stopped being surprising.
In a way, this was a good thing.
No matter how adorable the fox girl was, Su Qi didn’t have any peculiar preferences.
At least this way, applying medicine would be less awkward.
"I think… it might need some ointment."
He chose his words carefully.
"That’s what I thought too… but the wound’s in a spot I can’t reach. Applying medicine alone is difficult, so I’ve been delaying it."
"Then I’ll trouble you, Master. Please squeeze a bit of the ointment onto the wound for me."
Su Qi’s fingers lightly brushed against the injury, his heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.
The fox girl’s tail flicked against his hand, trembling slightly as she let out a soft whimper.
"Does it hurt?"
His voice cracked with concern.
"N-no… it’s just… I wasn’t used to the touch. I thought I was prepared, but…"
"Please… be gentle."
Her ears twitched, tail swaying restlessly.
Su Qi nodded, his movements growing even more delicate.
He continued examining the wound.
There was something undeniably odd about it.
The temperature was slightly lower than normal—cool to the touch.
Logically, a healing wound should be warmer due to increased cellular activity.
But before he could finish his inspection, the fox girl’s condition took a strange turn.
Her legs wobbled unsteadily, sweat trickling down her thighs to the floor.
"Is this examination draining your energy?"
"It’s not exhaustion… just a strange feeling…"
"Maybe you should lean on something for support?"

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."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!