Old Li led the students away.
The vast open space was now empty, leaving only a lone suitcase and the two siblings standing face to face.
Su Qi silently pulled out his phone from his pocket, thinking to himself: Since Liu Yuan’s situation is more or less settled, and with him here, there shouldn’t be any unexpected issues, now’s the time to try contacting Little Yuan.
However, Liu Yuan, as if triggered by a sensitive nerve, immediately bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on the moment she saw Su Qi take out his phone. She crushed a half-dried twig underfoot and snapped, "Delete it! Delete it now!"
As the saying goes, the best way to forget something is to throw yourself wholeheartedly into another task.
From that perspective, Su Qi’s method of distraction had clearly been quite effective.
The problem, however, was that he had been too successful—so much so that Liu Yuan still couldn’t let it go.
Her mind was now entirely fixated on how to make Su Qi delete those photos.
Liu Yuan asked anxiously, "Su Qi, what will it take for you to finally delete them?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Su Qi’s mind, enough to compose an entire novel of at least 200,000 words—of the unmentionable variety.
Little sister, you wouldn’t want those photos on my phone to get out, would you?
To make me delete them, you’d probably do anything, right?
Then let’s see just how sincere you are…
Don’t give me that resentful look.
Oh~
Mmm~
Huh~
The rest can be left to the imagination.
…
But was Su Qi really the type to take advantage of the situation like that?
Obviously, Su Qi…
Obviously, Su Qi was a little tempted.
But temptation and action were two different things. "Then help me set up the tent first," he said.
Liu Yuan’s eyes instantly lit up, staring straight at Su Qi as if she’d glimpsed hope. "If I set up the tent, you’ll really delete the photos?"
Su Qi rolled his eyes and retorted, "I’ll consider it. But don’t try bargaining with me."
"Su Qi, you’re so annoying."
Su Qi couldn’t be bothered to keep entertaining Liu Yuan—he still had to contact Little Yuan after this.
"Then hand me the tools. But I’ve never set up a tent before, so you might need to guide me…"
Only after speaking did Liu Yuan notice that Su Qi hadn’t even brought a suitcase…
Which meant…
He had a storage card?
Generally speaking, cards were divided into several major categories: Equipment Cards, Skill Cards, Field Cards, Character Cards, and Special Cards.
Most Cardbearers spent their time filling their Soul Sea’s card slots with Equipment Cards, relying on raw stats to prepare for any unexpected situations.
But when it came to actual combat, they’d leave one slot open, constantly switching cards to unleash various skills.
As for Liu Yuan and her fellow students, their combat style was still painfully rudimentary—largely because those at the Spark Realm could only activate two card slots. At that stage, it was all about brute stats, still firmly in the "newbs clashing" phase.
Still, even if she hadn’t experienced it firsthand, she’d at least seen how it was done.
Sure enough, just as Liu Yuan expected—
With a snap of his fingers, Su Qi summoned a suitcase nearly as tall as Liu Yuan out of thin air, dropping it heavily onto the ground.
How does Su Qi have enough money to afford a Special Card like this?!
She didn’t entertain thoughts like Mom and Dad secretly left him an inheritance or anything.
Could it have been a gift from Yun Huang?
Su Qi, when he wasn’t opening his mouth, was absolutely the type to attract girls.
It wasn’t impossible that he was mooching off Yun Huang.
"What are you staring at? Get to work."
"Quit dawdling. It’s not like you won’t be sleeping in it tonight."
Liu Yuan pressed her lips together tightly. "As if I care about your stupid tent."
Yet the moment those words left her mouth—
Both of them heard the notification at the same time.
[Daily Adventure (Special Three-in-One Edition): Su Qi, who promised to arrive on time, has unsurprisingly crawled out of bed at 10 AM. Such unreliability is truly infuriating. Please ‘go back on your word’ three times in a row, making Su Qi experience the same frustration and helping him rebuild his sense of responsibility. (1/3)]
[Proceed immediately with the second instance of ‘going back on your word.’]
[Joy +666]
Liu Yuan’s scalp prickled.
She’d almost forgotten about this…
It wasn’t that sharing a tent was a big deal—she and Su Qi already lived in the same house, which, in a way, counted as cohabitation.
A clear conscience fears no accusation. What’s there is there; what’s not is not.
The real issue was—how was she supposed to swallow her pride and go back on her word? She wasn’t like Su Qi, with his shameless, carefree attitude.
But she had no choice but to force herself. "But if I’m the one setting up the tent, it doesn’t make sense for me not to get to sleep in it."
Su Qi: ???
What’s going on?
Mixed signals?
This brat’s whole body is soft and sweet-smelling, but her mouth is stubborn as hell.
If I really wanted to fix that, I’d probably need something even harder to clash with her—until one side finally yields.
"If you’re going to be this reluctant, forget it."
Liu Yuan shot Su Qi a glare and decided to ignore him.
She silently opened Su Qi’s suitcase.
…
An hour later.
Liu Yuan was whittling down tent stakes with a dagger when the metal blade reflected someone sitting on the suitcase, cheeks puffed out, angrily crunching on shrimp crackers.
This is so infuriating.
"Su Qi, are you a pig?"
Su Qi leisurely licked the seasoning powder off his fingertips. "Yup."
His mind was elsewhere.
Why hasn’t Little Yuan replied yet?
Busy?
There really wasn’t much time for messaging inside the Origin Realm.
Su Qi guessed Little Yuan probably wouldn’t respond until evening.
"Tch—what the hell, brat?!"
Su Qi sensed the shift in the wind and leapt off the suitcase just as the tent frame began to tilt. He caught it mid-fall and swiftly tied a perfect double fisherman’s knot at the joint.
Liu Yuan was also sulking. "Su Qi, I asked you several times how to tie this knot, and you ignored me."
Huh?
Was I really that distracted?
Surely not.
Women might slow a swordsman’s strikes, but little girls don’t count.
After much effort, Liu Yuan finally managed to get Su Qi’s tent standing.
She put the now-useless tools back into the suitcase and turned around to find Su Qi already sprawled in the hammock inside the tent, shrimp crackers swapped out for bear-shaped sandwich cookies. "Drag the suitcase in here."
Without a word, Liu Yuan went back out to fetch Su Qi’s suitcase.
She also took out his spare hammock and silently set it up about a meter and a half away from his.
Su Qi handed her one of the bear cookies.
"Su Qi, so you do realize I’m exhausted."
"Grind your teeth a bit now."
Liu Yuan: ???
"That way, you won’t grind them in your sleep and keep me up tonight."
"Su Qi! I only did that when I was little!"
Su Qi shook his head. "And I only wet the bed when I was little."
[Joy +666]
[Liu Yuan’s Rage +999]

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"

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."

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.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!