The group followed Pan Ning past the villa area, walking along a winding mountain path paved with ancient stone slabs, surrounded by lush green bamboo groves.
After passing through the modest bamboo forest and proceeding another few dozen meters, they arrived at the entrance gate of Crescent Bay Hot Springs.
The gate was a wooden archway exuding a faint, pleasant fragrance. Above the lintel hung a plaque inscribed with "Crescent Bay Hot Springs" in bold, elegant calligraphy.
A few people were coming and going through the gate, though the crowd was sparse.
Pan Ning pointed ahead and said, "We're here. Let's go."
"Let's go. By the way, I heard this place has two specialties—hot springs and massages. Are you all getting massages later?" Meng Wenzhou asked, grinning at the girls.
"Oh? They offer massages here too?" Shen Yixue glanced at Pan Ning uncertainly.
Pan Ning nodded. "Yes, and they're actually better than most massage parlors outside."
"Then we’ve got to try them!"
"Sure, let’s soak first and get massages afterward."
"Sounds good."
Chatting, the eleven of them stepped through the hot spring archway. Ahead, a cobblestone path led deeper into the hot spring area, lined with vibrant flowers and plants, the air filled with a delicate floral scent.
Further along, they saw signs splitting the path into two directions—left for the women’s area and right for the men’s.
Su Yang smiled at Pan Ning and the others. "Let’s not soak too long. It’s summer, after all. Meet back at the gate in half an hour."
"Make it an hour. We’ll need to shower afterward."
"Fine, then let’s regroup at the gate in an hour. We’ll grab dinner first, then go for massages. How’s that?"
"Perfect plan!" Meng Qianyu gave Su Yang a thumbs-up with a faint smile.
"Alright, let’s soak!"
After confirming the time, they split up and headed to their respective areas.
Su Yang and the others continued chatting as they walked, passing a low wall covered in vines before winding another ten meters deeper. There, they saw hot spring pools scattered across the mountainside, each bordered by smooth stones, the water steaming and bubbling.
Night had already fallen, and many guests had left. At the moment, Su Yang’s group were the only five in the men’s area.
The entire hot spring zone was nestled in the mountains, enclosed by simple wooden railings.
The surroundings were utterly serene—nothing but the gentle murmur of the springs and the chirping of mountain insects, blending into a soothing symphony of nature.
[Ding! Detecting the host’s relaxed and joyful state. Reward: 1 million.]
With night fully settled, the ambient lights had turned on.
Steam curled upward through the warm golden glow, creating an ethereal, almost otherworldly atmosphere.
Not far to the right of the hot spring area stood a rustic building housing changing rooms, showers, and other facilities.
"Not bad at all," Liu Bo remarked, looking around.
Su Yang agreed with a smile. "Definitely. I bet it doesn’t feel like this during the day. Soaking at night is way more comfortable."
"Exactly. I love this hazy, dreamy vibe."
"Come on, let’s go change."
After taking in the surroundings, the five of them cheerfully entered the building.
Inside, a waiter in traditional Chinese attire greeted and guided them.
Soon, they stripped down and, skipping the robes, went straight to one of the larger pools bare-skinned.
"Whoa! Hot!" Ji Bo yelped as he dipped a foot in, immediately jerking it back out.
"What’s the rush? Ease into it," Meng Wenzhou advised.
"Yeah, take it slow. But the hotter, the better," Su Yang added with a smirk.
Ji Bo rolled his eyes, thinking for a second. "Yang, you mean the water’s better when it’s hotter?"
Su Yang winked and grinned. "Everything’s better when it’s hotter."
The moment he said it, the others burst into laughter.
Liu Bo clutched his stomach, laughing. "Hahaha! Yang, you just floor it without warning! Almost missed that one."
"Really? You’d miss it?"
……
Since the men’s and women’s areas weren’t far apart, the girls heard their laughter.
"What are those guys laughing about so loudly?" Meng Qianyu wondered, glancing toward the men’s side.
"Who knows? Probably some dirty jokes again," Pan Ning said flatly.
"Oh? Sis, how do you know so well?"
Pan Ning shot her a look. "What do you mean ‘know’? I’m just guessing."
Ye Wan giggled. "That’s all guys ever talk about, isn’t it?"
"Heh, true enough."
The girls tied up their hair and submerged themselves in the pool, leaving only their fair shoulders exposed.
Steam enveloped them as fine beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads and cheeks.
The scene resembled the Seven Fairies descending to bathe—except they were one fairy short.
Hahaha—
Another round of laughter echoed from the men’s side.
Meng Qianyu craned her neck curiously. "I really want to know what they’re talking about."
Shen Yixue smirked. "If you’re that curious, why not join them?"
"No way. I just envy their fun vibe. Let’s chat too."
……
Meanwhile, the guys settled at the pool’s edge, gradually dipping their feet to acclimate.
Meng Wenzhou turned to Liu Bo. "Hey, Fatty, you got cigarettes?"
"Of course. Didn’t you see the ashtrays by every pool? Super considerate."
"Then hand them over already. What’re you waiting for?"
"Here."
Liu Bo pulled out a pack of 1916 and passed them around.
Click.
They lit up before slowly easing into the steaming water.
"Ahhh—damn, this is good!" Su Yang exhaled, leaning back with his arms spread along the pool’s edge, cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Mmm… so relaxing," Liu Bo shuddered.
"Still a bit too hot, though. Two or three degrees cooler would be perfect."
"What’re we doing after the massages?" Zhang Ziming asked, tilting sideways in the water.
"Just say what you’re thinking."
Meng Wenzhou blew out a smoke ring, eyes closed.
"I mean, shouldn’t we play some icebreaker games with the girls afterward?"
"Like what? Spit it out."
"I don’t know. You’re the expert—what do you usually play?"
Meng Wenzhou pondered. "Just pick something everyone can join in on."
"How about Werewolf?" Ji Bo suggested.
"Yeah, that works. We’ve got enough people. Grab some drinks, play while sipping—perfect."
……

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!

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?"

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?"