Yun Huang had initially been watching quietly, but after being nudged by Liu Yuan, she grew somewhat intrigued.
She took the cheongsam and held it up against the mirror.
The reflection showed a woman with a graceful figure and gentle demeanor, perfectly complementing the understated elegance of the cheongsam.
"It really is lovely," Yun Huang murmured in agreement.
"Try it on, try it on!" Liu Yuan urged, practically pushing her into the fitting room without waiting for a response.
Su Qi had been reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed, but at the commotion, he lifted his eyelids for a glance.
He had little interest in women's shopping sprees...
The wait wasn’t long.
The fitting room curtain was drawn aside gently.
Liu Yuan gasped in admiration.
Yun Huang stepped out.
The moon-white cheongsam accentuated her slender, curvaceous frame, the tailored fit highlighting her best features.
The fabric shimmered like flowing water, making her skin appear even fairer, her aura ethereal and detached—like a celestial maiden under the moonlight, untouched by the mortal world.
All she needed was a sword to complete the image of an aloof female sword immortal.
Yun Huang fidgeted slightly, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the dress.
She usually preferred loose, comfortable casual wear, so this form-fitting attire was her first time trying something so revealing in public.
"Well?" she asked Liu Yuan, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Stunning! Sister Yun Huang! It’s like it was made just for you!" Liu Yuan circled her, showering praise.
The shop assistant chimed in with perfect timing, smiling warmly, "This cheongsam suits the young lady’s temperament flawlessly. It’s our latest arrival—you have excellent taste."
Su Qi finally roused himself, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the shop assistant’s scripted flattery.
Everything was always the "newest," every choice "excellent," every fit "perfect."
A faint blush colored Yun Huang’s cheeks as she glanced at Su Qi on the sofa.
Su Qi spoke: "It suits you."
Hearing his words, Yun Huang seemed to relax.
"Then... I’ll take this one," she decided.
Liu Yuan was even more thrilled than her. "Yes! Sister Yun Huang, you look absolutely gorgeous in this!"
Next, Liu Yuan enthusiastically picked out her own outfits, dragging Su Qi into giving his opinion each time.
But his answers remained consistently lukewarm: "Not bad" or "Just okay."
Su Qi leaned back on the sofa again, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest with dull thuds.
He didn’t close his eyes this time, just stared blankly at the ceiling as if lost in thought.
After a while, Liu Yuan bounded over, brimming with excitement. "Su Qi! Guess what I picked?"
Su Qi shifted his gaze back to her, his tone indifferent. "No idea."
"Ugh, can’t you at least pretend to be curious?" Liu Yuan pouted playfully before darting into the fitting room.
A few minutes later, she emerged with a rustle of fabric.
She wore a pale yellow sundress—simple in design but adorned with delicate sequins that caught the light. The asymmetrical hem swayed lightly with her movements.
Liu Yuan twirled in front of Su Qi, the skirt flaring around her like a burst of sunshine. "Well? Well? How do I look, brother?"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, like a kitten waiting for praise.
Su Qi straightened slightly, giving her a proper once-over.
"Not bad," he said flatly, his attention already drifting back to his data.
[Punishment Mission: Collect 9,999 points of Joy within 24 hours as this round’s "protection fee." (999/9,999)]
Liu Yuan’s smile faltered, her enthusiasm deflating instantly.
"Just... not bad?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disappointment.
"That’s all?"
She had thought the dress was beautiful—surely it deserved more than such a bland reaction.
What kind of response had she wanted?
She wasn’t sure.
But Su Qi’s indifference made her feel oddly defeated.
"Whatever," Liu Yuan forced a smile, though the earlier excitement was gone. "Brother just doesn’t understand women’s fashion."
She turned to Yun Huang instead, her tone turning sweetly pleading. "Sister Yun Huang, what do you think? Does it look good?"
Just as she turned, the hem of her dress brushed against Su Qi.
A large hand settled on her head.
Before Yun Huang could answer, Su Qi spoke first.
Fine.
If this was supposed to be a "fun" outing, why ruin the mood?
"Because," he said, "A-Yuan is already so pretty."
"That’s why the clothes can only ever be just ‘okay.’"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
