After finishing the phone call, Su Yang continued browsing other car models.
Though many electric vehicles were quite appealing, he knew his father only had a preference for gasoline-powered cars.
"Forget it, I’ll just go with the E300. No more overthinking."
"Got Dad a car, but what should I get for Mom? She doesn’t drive."
Lying on the sofa, he pondered for a while.
"Mom doesn’t seem to have any particular favorites. Ah, whatever—I’ll just buy her a bag. ‘A bag cures all,’ as they say. That probably applies to most women..."
Clothes, bags, and cosmetics could be bought directly in-store later—no need to browse online.
By noon, Su Yang glanced at the time and sat up from the sofa.
"Damn, it’s almost twelve?"
He stood and walked toward the bedroom, gently pushing the door open. Pan Ning was still asleep.
Su Yang approached the bed, pulled back the covers, and touched Pan Ning’s forehead before checking her temperature again.
37.9°C.
"Phew~ Finally going down."
Just as he spoke, Pan Ning slowly opened her eyes.
"What time is it?"
"Almost twelve."
She tried to prop herself up, and Su Yang reached out to help her sit.
"How do you feel?"
"Much better~"
"Want to get up and move around?" Su Yang asked, sitting beside her.
Pan Ning nodded. "Yeah, I can’t sleep anymore. This is the longest I’ve stayed in bed in years—my back’s killing me."
Su Yang chuckled. "Not too bad. When I sleep in, I usually don’t wake up till one or two."
"That’s just you being lazy. I’m usually up by nine."
Having slept under thick covers all night, Pan Ning’s clothes were damp with sweat, now dried and uncomfortable.
She looked at Su Yang. "I want to take a shower."
Su Yang shook his head. "No, you’re still running a fever. You can’t shower yet—hold off for a bit."
"But I feel gross. I sweated all night, and these clothes are uncomfortable now."
Su Yang glanced at the wardrobe and smiled. "How about wearing some of mine for now? Just temporarily."
"But I want my own clothes." Pan Ning pouted—a rare sight.
Su Yang caught the expression and grinned. "Then what do we do? I don’t have any of your clothes here."
Pan Ning thought for a moment. "How about you go to my place and grab some for me?"
"Huh?"
Before Su Yang could react, she added, "I’m commandeering your room for now."
"What do you mean?"
"I’m staying here these next few days. Not going anywhere else."
‘What the—?’
Noticing the shift in Su Yang’s expression, Pan Ning asked,
"What, you don’t want me to?"
"No, no, of course I do."
"Good. I’ll send you my door code. My room’s on the second floor—just grab a few things."
Su Yang nodded. "Fine, I’ll go now. Get dressed and move around a bit."
Pan Ning smiled. "Oh, and remember to grab some underwear too."
Su Yang, halfway up, froze at that. He turned back, raising an eyebrow. "Isn’t grabbing underwear a bit…?"
"You’d rather I go commando?"
"Uh… fair point. Alright, send me the code. I’m off."
"Be quick." Pan Ning said softly.
Su Yang flashed an OK sign, changed quickly, and left.
At the entrance, he grabbed the keys to his Aston Martin—untouched for days—and headed out.
...
About thirty minutes later, Su Yang arrived for the second time at Qianshan Peninsula Villas.
The same security guard from before, spotting the multi-million-dollar Aston Martin, silently raised the barrier.
Su Yang rolled down the window and grinned. "Thanks, man."
"Huh? You are…?" The guard frowned.
"I was here a few days ago."
"Oh! Now I remember. Hello again."
Su Yang nodded with a faint smile and drove into the villa area.
Watching the Aston Martin disappear, the guard sighed enviously. "Rich people, man… casually rolling in with cars worth millions."
Minutes later, Su Yang parked outside Pan Ning’s villa.
After backing into the driveway, he walked to the gate and entered the two codes Pan Ning had sent—one for the outer gate, one for the main door.
The garden wasn’t huge, smaller than his newly bought villa, but filled with flowers and greenery, lively and fragrant.
A small pavilion stood to the side, with a swing chair nearby.
Su Yang glanced around and muttered, "The ambiance is great. Makes me look forward to my new place."
After admiring the view for a couple of minutes, he entered the main door’s code.
Beep beep beep—click.
The door unlocked.
Peeking inside, his eyes landed first on the spacious foyer, with a wall blocking direct view of the living room.
Su Yang tilted his head, stepped in, and closed the door behind him.
The living and dining areas formed a vast open-plan space, around 200 square meters, styled in Scandinavian minimalism—airy, bright, with high ceilings and excellent natural light.
To the left, a staircase connected the second and third floors.
‘Doesn’t seem like Pan Ning’s usual taste. Didn’t expect the ice queen to like this cozy aesthetic.’
Walking further in, he spotted an open kitchen and headed over.
Opening the double-door fridge, he found it stocked with beer and unfamiliar mineral water—little else.
"Damn, you’re a real drinker. A fridge full of beer."
He chuckled, grabbed a water bottle, and took a few sips before suddenly needing the bathroom.
Leaving the bottle on the coffee table, he hurried to the first-floor restroom.
Two minutes later, he returned, picked up the bottle, and turned toward the stairs—only to freeze.
His ears twitched.
At the same time, a faint click echoed from upstairs.
"The hell? Someone’s here?!"
Su Yang’s skin prickled. The thought of another person in the villa put him on high alert. His gaze snapped toward the staircase.
Tap tap tap—
Footsteps descended, growing louder.
Su Yang tensed, set the bottle down silently, and clenched his fists.
‘A burglar? No way—this place is crawling with cameras.’
‘Her parents? But Pan Ning said she lives alone. If she’s not here, why would they…?’
Su Yang quickly dismissed the possibility that it could be Pan Ning's parents. His sharp eyes locked onto the staircase ahead.
A few seconds later, the footsteps grew louder and more distinct.
Though Su Yang was strong, this was his first time encountering such a situation, and a faint trace of tension flickered within him.
Two seconds later, a man appeared in his line of sight—dressed entirely in black, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and matching sweatpants, a black baseball cap pulled low over his forehead, and a black mask covering his face.
Head-to-toe black, the classic uniform of a thief.
For now, the man hadn’t noticed Su Yang. He carried a black leather bag in one hand, tugging at the zipper as he descended the stairs.
The moment he turned the corner, their eyes met.
......
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
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
