A fascinating scene suddenly unfolded in the kitchen.
Two men, one on the left and one on the right, each occupied a counter and began preparing ingredients simultaneously.
Lin Mo's movements were swift and rhythmic, yet his hands remained incredibly steady, slicing the fish with absolute precision.
Jiang Chengshan, on the other hand, was calm and experienced. Though his movements were slower, every step was highly methodical.
Jiang Yunlu stood to the side, looking at her father, then at Lin Mo.
Under the lights, amid the soft hum of the range hood, the sight of the two men's backs as they prepared dinner for her deeply touched the softest part of her heart.
An unprecedented sense of belonging and happiness welled up within her.
She really wanted to rush over, hug Lin Mo from behind, and softly call him husband in his ear.
As soon as this thought popped up, her cheeks burned red. She could only bite her lip hard to suppress the urge.
Just as her mind was wandering, she caught sight of a few figures appearing at the kitchen door out of the corner of her eye.
It was the person who had been following Zhou Nianqian earlier.
The woman, now changed into a tight tank top, was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, her eyes roaming over Lin Mo with great interest.
Her gaze was undisguised, full of aggression and the thrill of the hunt.
Alarm bells instantly went off in Jiang Yunlu's mind.
She was too familiar with this kind of look!
Hmph!
A very soft, cold snort escaped her nose, carrying unconcealed hostility.
Ye Qiaolin at the door seemed to sense this stare. She slowly turned her head, her gaze locking accurately onto Jiang Yunlu, a playful smile curving the corners of her lips.
Oh, little girl.
Her voice was not loud, but it carried a hint of provocative laziness. She didn't explicitly say anything, yet it felt like she had said everything.
Jiang Yunlu's face instantly tightened. Like a little beast whose territory had been invaded, she stared back warily, her eyes screaming that this was her man.
Ye Qiaolin didn't care about her hostility; instead, she found it even more amusing.
Her gaze bypassed Jiang Yunlu again, lingering on Lin Mo's focused side profile for two seconds, the interest in her eyes growing stronger.
Interesting.
She chuckled lightly and didn't say anything more. Turning around, she swayed her hips and walked toward her own camp.
Although the person was gone, that challenging gaze felt like a thorn piercing Jiang Yunlu's heart.
This woman was definitely not someone to be trifled with!
She had to make Lin Mo stay away from her.
At the other camp, the bonfire was burning brightly, crackling and popping.
Old Zhou, you are awesome, catching five fish in one afternoon!
Ye Minghui dangled his pathetic string of three fish, spit flying as he talked. I only caught three. Of course, I am also pretty awesome.
Zhou Nianqian sat on a folding chair, methodically wiping down his expensive fishing gear used today. The firelight danced in his pupils, obscuring his expression.
He just twitched the corners of his mouth and didn't reply.
Smack!
With a crisp sound, the back of Ye Minghui's head took a solid hit.
Hiss... Sis, what are you doing!
Ye Qiaolin retracted her hand, a trace of disgust in her eyes. That guy named Lin Mo caught thirty-two fish. You caught three, who are you showing off to?
Hearing this number, Zhou Nianqian's wiping motion paused, but immediately returned to normal, though with a bit more force.
Thirty-two.
He had seen it clearly in the afternoon; that guy was constantly reeling in fish.
Ye Minghui, on the other hand, jumped up clutching the back of his head, looking completely unconvinced. Sis! I am your biological brother, okay? That guy is obviously an experienced angler. For novices like us to get any catch is already impressive!
The coach standing behind them shrank his neck, not daring to breathe loudly.
Let alone Ye Minghui, even he himself hadn't caught many fish all afternoon.
Those two were simply monsters. One caught thirty-two, the other thirty-four, adding up to over sixty fish. Even scooping with a fishing net wouldn't be this ridiculous.
The inexplicable irritability in Zhou Nianqian's heart had now been firmly suppressed.
No rush.
He had already sent someone to investigate Lin Mo's background.
Not just surface-level information, but deeper details.
Just then, Ye Qiaolin ignored her brother's howling. She took out an expensive beer from the ice bucket, opened it, tilted her head back, and took a large gulp.
A drop of cold liquid slid down her fair neck, glinting in the firelight.
She put down the bottle and calmly announced in a voice everyone could hear.
I have decided. I am going to bag that guy named Lin Mo.
Pfft!
Ye Minghui, who had just tried to take a sip of his drink, spat it right out.
Zhou Nianqian also abruptly stopped wiping his fishing rod. Both of them turned their heads in unison to look at her, their faces written with shock.
After a long while, Ye Minghui patted Zhou Nianqian's shoulder with a touched expression. Sis, you are a true friend! To help Old Zhou vent his anger, you are actually willing to sacrifice yourself!
Ye Qiaolin glanced at him with a look reserved for idiots.
You are overthinking it. She took another sip of beer, her tone indifferent. I genuinely think Lin Mo can improve our Ye family's genetics.
She paused, her gaze falling on her brother.
After all, if we rely on you, the Ye family is finished.
As soon as these words came out, Ye Minghui was completely dumbfounded. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak for a long time.
This sounded way too wrong!
No, sis! Are you crazy? What do you see in him? What is so good about him?
A lot.
Ye Qiaolin began to analyze seriously, as if evaluating an investment. He is smarter than you, first place in the provincial competition.
He has better stamina than you. Thirty-two fish in an afternoon, compared to your three.
He is more handsome than you and has a better body.
He is better at taking care of people than you.
With every sentence she spoke, Ye Minghui's expression grew more sluggish.
Finally, Ye Qiaolin delivered the critical blow.
Most importantly, he definitely has a bright future. If he gets the backing of our Ye family, it will be even better.
It sounded like something very wrong to say.
Ye Minghui curled his lips, his face full of disdain and contempt.
What do you mean better? You just want to snatch something, to steal the person beside that Jiang Yunlu. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he instantly bristled.
Thinking about it carefully, this didn't seem so bad after all.
After all, if she really managed to steal him away, Jiang Yunlu probably wouldn't be able to withstand Old Zhou's advances either.
So Ye Minghui eventually sat back down.
Suit yourself. But let me make this clear first, I will never call Lin Mo my brother-in-law. Absolutely not!
Zhou Nianqian, on the other hand, remained silent.
He actually also felt that if Ye Qiaolin could snatch Lin Mo, he might indeed be able to quickly get closer to Jiang Yunlu.
After all, given how proud Jiang Yunlu was, she would never allow the person she liked to like someone else.
Just as planned!
Next, all Ye Qiaolin had to do was create a rift between Lin Mo and Jiang Yunlu.

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?!

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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!

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"