Floor 107, 428 meters up, the White Cloud Observation Deck.
During the day on a weekday, there weren't too many tourists.
The two of them had already walked up to the platform's glass windows, looking down at the Yue River and the nearby Sansha Island.
"Look, if we had only bought the hundred-and-fifty ticket, we'd only be able to reach the observation hall on this floor. Looking at the scenery through a thick layer of glass is so boring."
"But with this ticket, not only can we go to the open-air platform at the very top and feel the breeze from a 360-degree blind-spot-free view, but we can also play the amusement rides up there. Think about it, we'll probably only come here once in our lives, so we have to go all the way and leave no regrets!"
Fang Jun was still selling his idea.
Cai Junhuang shot him a sideways glance. Seeing him talk a mile a minute, she ultimately didn't say anything more and just waved her hand.
"Fine, the money's already spent, whatever you say goes."
She changed the subject, her tone turning serious. "But we have a deal. Later, when we get something to eat, you are not allowed to fight me for the bill. I have to treat."
Her good upbringing had taught her the proper boundaries of social reciprocity from a young age.
Only by not constantly taking advantage of others could one stand tall in interpersonal relationships and avoid giving people cause for gossip.
Fang Jun wanted to be polite and decline, but a glare from Cai Junhuang forced the words back down his throat.
"It's settled then."
Alright, Fang Jun thought to himself. As long as the ultimate goal was achieved, it was just a meal; if she wanted to treat, let her treat.
The two stepped onto the observation deck. Beneath their feet was a fully transparent, suspended glass walkway.
At this moment, the entire city seemed to submit beneath their feet.
The sunlight was beautiful today. In the distance, the Yue River drew a dazzling silver edge across the skyline. The setting sun cast its afterglow, plating the surrounding skyscrapers in a layer of flowing, fragmented gold.
"Wow..."
Even Cai Junhuang, a native born and raised here, couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of awe upon witnessing such a magnificent sight with her own eyes.
Standing here, it felt as if she owned the entire city.
"It really is beautiful," she sighed with genuine emotion.
"It's beautiful alright..." Fang Jun's voice came from behind her, carrying a faintly perceptible tremble. "Caicaizi, could you come over and help me up?"
Cai Junhuang turned her head, only to see Fang Jun rooted to the entrance of the walkway like a wooden stake. His legs were shaking, and his face was deathly pale.
Pfft.
She couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"What did you say? The wind is a bit loud here, I didn't hear you clearly." Cai Junhuang deliberately cupped her hand to her ear and even took two steps forward, moving further away from him.
Fang Jun looked at the transparency beneath her feet, his heart in his throat.
"I said, Caicaizi, could you..."
"Hmm?" Cai Junhuang raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of teasing.
At this point, Fang Jun was completely out of options.
He took a deep breath, as if making a momentous decision, and shouted almost tragically, "My dear classmate Cai Junhuang! Could you deign to come over and lend this poor soul a hand?"
He shouted so loudly that it drew the attention of several nearby tourists.
Cai Junhuang's cheeks also grew slightly hot. This guy actually shouted it!
She glared at Fang Jun but ultimately softened.
Fang Jun did indeed have a bit of a fear of heights. Even when walking on pedestrian overpasses, he never dared to look to the sides, always choosing to walk in the middle with his head bowed as much as possible.
Because he always fantasized that halfway across, the overpass would collapse.
Now standing on the transparent glass walkway, he worried that the glass beneath his feet might suddenly shatter, causing him to plummet straight down.
Seeing Fang Jun's expression that looked like he was about to cry, Cai Junhuang sighed and walked back resignedly.
"Alright, alright, you coward."
She spoke with disdain, but her movements were decisive as she grabbed Fang Jun's arm.
A warm, soft sensation transmitted from his arm.
Both of them were wearing short sleeves. The temperature of Cai Junhuang's palm passed through his skin almost unhindered, branding itself directly onto Fang Jun's nerve endings.
That warmth instantly dispelled the fear of heights in his heart.
Replacing it was a rush of heat that made him even more flustered.
So he couldn't help but suddenly flush red all over.
The heat spread all the way from his arm to his neck, and finally exploded onto his face.
He subconsciously turned his head away, completely afraid to meet Cai Junhuang's eyes.
Cai Junhuang also noticed the sudden stiffening of his arm muscles and that abnormal body temperature.
She glanced slightly to the side and saw Fang Jun's earlobes, which were so red they looked ready to drip blood.
Don't think only girls get shy; when Xiao Chunan got shy, he turned explosively red too.
"..."
Her heartbeat also skipped a beat, and she hurriedly turned her head forward to look at the distant scenery.
Was this guy actually this innocent?
Supported by Cai Junhuang, Fang Jun walked the entire length of the glass walkway with a stiff, uncoordinated gait.
His mind went completely blank, all his attention focused on the hand holding him, entirely forgetting the bottomless abyss beneath his feet.
Only when his feet finally stepped onto solid ground did Fang Jun let out a long sigh of relief.
Almost at the same time, the warmth on his arm disappeared.
Cai Junhuang quietly withdrew her hand and deliberately took a step to the side, widening the distance between them.
It felt as though her lingering warmth still remained on Fang Jun's arm.
He subconsciously raised his hand and touched the spot she had just held, feeling a sense of emptiness in his heart.
Was that... a bit too fast?
How about walking it one more time?
The moment this crazy thought popped up, he extinguished it himself.
No way, that's too embarrassing.
But that feeling...
Fang Jun looked at Cai Junhuang's profile as she pretended to look at the scenery, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Jun prepared to head upstairs.
"See, if we had just bought the hundred-and-fifty ticket, we'd only be looking from here. But now, we can go up to the highest outdoor platform to look."
As he spoke, the two passed by a place that looked like a snack bar.
There were drinks and food.
Seeing the price tag of twenty yuan for a single sausage, Cai Junhuang grumbled and cursed under her breath while pulling Fang Jun along.
"What kind of sausage costs twenty yuan? That's too ridiculous."
Fang Jun nodded repeatedly. "Twenty yuan is enough for me to eat until I throw up at the school gates."
"Then why did you spend so much money to come up the Yangcheng Tower?"
"The meaning is different. A sausage is just the same old sausage, but the scenery is a completely different scenery."
As they spoke, they had already taken the elevator from the 108th floor up to the top-floor outdoor platform.
Up here, there wasn't just a Ferris wheel, but also a drop tower.
Riding the drop tower was probably the only way to reach the absolute highest point in Yangcheng.
"Doesn't it feel different coming up here?"
Feeling the cool breeze blowing from high above, Fang Jun smiled and looked at Cai Junhuang.
However, Cai Junhuang's next sentence made his heart skip a beat.
She pointed at the slowly turning giant wheel at the edge of the platform, tilted her head, and smiled like a little fox.
"So the two-hundred-and-ninety-eight package ticket actually included the price of riding the Ferris wheel too?"

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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?!