Yunxi Private Hospital reception desk.
Situ Dingyi's tall figure stood before the polished marble counter, his gaze quietly scanning the surroundings.
The receptionist looked up, offering a professional smile to the man in the crisp suit.
"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"
The service at private hospitals was indeed thorough.
Situ Dingyi returned the smile, leaning forward slightly. "Hello, I have a friend named Situ Qiong who is hospitalized here. Could you help me check which room she is in?"
The nurse's smile didn't waver in the slightest, but her words left no room for argument.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot disclose any information about our inpatients. If you are her friend, I suggest you contact her or her family directly."
Aside from excellent service, private hospitals also protected privacy properly.
Situ Dingyi didn't even twitch an eyebrow. It seemed he had expected this outcome all along. He merely smiled and didn't make things difficult for the ordinary person in front of him.
"Alright."
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.
It would have been best if he could just ask, but if not, they had other methods.
In the lobby lounge area not far away, Situ Ding'er was slouched crookedly in a sofa, his legs crossed high.
He was wearing the same style of haute couture suit, but he somehow managed to make it look like the outfit of a street thug.
He looked at the returning Situ Dingyi with his legs still crossed and teased, "How was it? Didn't get anything, right?"
"Yeah, stricter than I thought." Situ Dingyi paid no mind to his mockery.
Situ Ding'er stood up, patted some non-existent dust off his pants, and laughed. "Why go through all that trouble? Just use your Qi to find her. It takes three seconds, yet you insist on dawdling with these ordinary people."
Situ Dingyi frowned, offering a reminder. "Don't forget, this is normal society. Don't rely on our powers for everything. The Yanhuang Awakening isn't to be trifled with."
At the mention of the Yanhuang Awakening, the rogueish smile on Situ Ding'er's face faded a bit, replaced by a trace of disdain and irritation.
He curled his lip and muttered grumpily, "Tch, those guys only know how to suppress people with rules. If we really threw down..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.
Situ Dingyi shot him a cold glare. "If we really threw down, they can mobilize missiles. You might be able to run, but what about the rest of the family?"
Situ Ding'er was instantly silenced. He resentfully tugged at the tie around his neck, looking thoroughly displeased. "I know, I know. It's so annoying. We even have to wear these damn things and pretend to be civilized."
After all, the Hidden Sects didn't have very strong control in modern society. In fact, it could be said that they were constrained by the Yanhuang Awakening at every turn.
The Yanhuang Awakening placed many restrictions on the Hidden Sects, the most important of which was that they could not cause chaos.
That was why Situ Dingyi and Situ Ding'er were currently dressed in suits and leather shoes.
The two of them were actually liaisons sent into society by the Hidden Sect's Situ family, as well as clansmen responsible for maintaining the family's businesses.
After all, feeding people and horses required money.
The Yanhuang Awakening tacitly allowed them to run businesses, provided they followed secular rules and didn't use supernatural powers to commit crimes.
If there were any problems, the Yanhuang Awakening would also dispatch people from the Hidden Sects to help.
This way, society could maintain stability and balance.
But this didn't mean the Yanhuang Awakening was afraid of the people from the Hidden Sects.
Therefore, people like Situ Dingyi would never go too far.
For example, directly attacking Jiang Chengshan.
Just then, Situ Ding'er paused his steps, his brows furrowing tightly.
"Something's wrong."
He closed his eyes to sense for a moment. When he opened them again, his expression was grave. "The Qi we left on Situ Qiong has been cut off."
Situ Dingyi's expression remained unchanged, but a trace of coldness flashed deep in his eyes.
"Erased?" He chuckled lightly, his tone betraying neither joy nor anger. "No matter. As long as she's still in the hospital, she can't run away."
With those words, he took the lead. The two followed the not-yet-fully-dissipated traces of Qi in the air, heading straight toward the operating room.
The doors to the operating room were tightly shut. The residual Qi fluctuations came to an abrupt halt here, as if cut off by an invisible wall.
It was empty inside; the surgery had obviously ended long ago.
A nurse pushing a medical equipment cart came out from inside. Seeing two men with extraordinary auras standing at the door, she was clearly taken aback.
Situ Dingyi immediately put on a gentle, anxious face and hurried forward.
"Hello, Miss Nurse, sorry to bother you. Could you tell me which ward the patient who just had surgery here was transferred to?"
The young nurse was a bit flustered by his demeanor and subconsciously pointed toward the end of the corridor.
"Oh... the patient's condition is critical, so she was sent to the ICU. Are you family?"
"Friends, we are her friends."
Situ Dingyi nodded quickly, his smile sincere. "We rushed over as soon as we heard the news. Thank you, Miss Nurse."
The young nurse didn't ask anything else. She just blushed, nodded, and hurried away with her cart.
Although they were both nurses, most of them actually didn't have much guard against things like this.
Situ Dingyi turned around and spread his hands at Situ Ding'er. The gentleness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cat-and-mouse-like playfulness.
"See? How simple."
The two walked unhurriedly, as if strolling through their own backyard, making their way toward the ICU ward.
Just as they turned the corner of the corridor, they ran into two people head-on.
Jiang Chengshan, and Jiang Chengyue beside him.
Almost the instant he saw them, Jiang Chengshan's muscles suddenly tensed up. A sense of crisis stemming from biological instinct made the hairs on his body stand on end.
He jerked his head up, staring fixedly at Situ Dingyi's smiling face.
The curve at the corner of Situ Dingyi's mouth grew a bit wider.
He knew Jiang Chengshan, though Jiang Chengshan didn't know him.
But that overwhelming sense of oppression made Jiang Chengshan's heart pound wildly.
These two were definitely not good people!
They came with ill intent!
In a flash of lightning, Jiang Chengshan didn't hesitate in the slightest, letting out a sharp, low growl to Jiang Chengyue beside him:
"Quick! Go find Lin Mo! Go, now!"
Jiang Chengshan rarely ordered Jiang Chengyue around in such a tone.
So the clever Jiang Chengyue reacted in an instant.
She didn't ask a single question. She spun around and sprinted down the other side of the corridor with all her might!
The rapid clatter of her high heels striking the floor was exceptionally piercing in the quiet hallway.
Situ Dingyi watched her retreating back with great interest, showing no intention of stopping her.
"You're just going to let her run?"
Situ Ding'er frowned.
"Let her run." Situ Dingyi waved his hand.
He didn't really care, because he didn't think the other party had any trump cards left to resist him.
After all, Situ Qiong had already been defeated by their hands and was currently lying in the ICU.
There was no one left who could resist them.
However, as his gaze fell back onto Jiang Chengshan, Situ Dingyi's eyes held a trace of scrutiny amidst their coldness.
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
