Su Yang reached out again to grab Tang Ziyun in the seawater.
This time, he failed to catch her arms in time.
But given the situation, Su Yang didn’t have the mind to dwell on it.
He quickly let go and instead grabbed Tang Ziyun under her arms, pulling her up with force.
Tang Ziyun was rescued by Su Yang once more, and instinctively, she clung tightly to him again.
Her soaked hair clung to her cheeks as seawater streamed down her face. She coughed uncontrollably, her mouth wide open.
“Cough… cough…”
“Are you okay? Why did you suddenly let go?”
After catching her breath for a few seconds, Tang Ziyun pouted, “It’s because you…” She trailed off, unsure how to phrase it.
“Because I what?” Su Yang asked, confused.
“Ugh, never mind! I’m not doing the treading water anymore! These waves are too much for me.”
Su Yang nodded. “Alright, the ocean really isn’t the best place to learn. Let’s move to shallower water.”
With one arm around Tang Ziyun and the other paddling, he swam toward a calmer area.
Tang Ziyun’s feet finally touched the soft sand.
She took a deep breath and complained, “You made me swallow so much seawater! I nearly choked!”
Su Yang chuckled awkwardly. “Sorry about that. I was too hasty and didn’t account for the waves. Let’s just practice some basic swimming strokes here.”
After Tang Ziyun recovered, Su Yang resumed teaching.
This time, he demonstrated the basic breaststroke technique.
He showed her a few times before letting her try.
But the moment her feet left the sand, her head plunged underwater.
Seeing this, Su Yang had no choice but to support her. One hand held her neck, while the other rested on her smooth stomach.
Tang Ziyun blushed as Su Yang’s hand pressed against her throat. “You… your hand is blocking my airway. I can’t breathe properly.”
“Well… it’s not exactly easy for me to move it either.”
“Just adjust it a little. It’s uncomfortable like this.”
“Fine.” Su Yang shifted his right hand from her neck to her shoulder.
Now, Tang Ziyun swam much more smoothly.
While teaching, Su Yang glanced toward Zhang Ziming and Han Xiaoyu in the distance—and his eyes widened.
The two weren’t learning to swim at all; they were just fooling around.
Zhang Ziming was having the time of his life, flipping and diving into the water.
Within seconds, he yanked Han Xiaoyu, who had been standing, into the sea with a splash.
“Damn!” Su Yang stared in disbelief.
“What’s wrong?” Tang Ziyun asked between strokes.
“N-Nothing.”
Su Yang continued guiding Tang Ziyun while stealing glances at the others.
Meng Wenzhou and Xia Keke were also playing around under the guise of swimming, occasionally wrestling in the water.
Meng Wenzhou stood up and accidentally caught sight of Su Yang and Tang Ziyun.
Watching Su Yang’s technique, he froze. ‘Holy crap? Damn, bro, you’re actually teaching for real?’
‘Wait… his method seems pretty clever. Why didn’t I think of that?!’
Suddenly enlightened, Meng Wenzhou smacked his forehead and turned to Xia Keke with a serious expression. “Alright, no more messing around. Let’s focus on swimming. I’ll check if your form is correct.”
Xia Keke nodded innocently. “Okay!”
She immediately assumed a breaststroke position and started paddling forward.
Meng Wenzhou called out, “Come back. Your form’s not quite right. Let’s go a little deeper—I’ll hold you so you won’t sink.”
——
Meanwhile, Su Yang stopped watching Zhang Ziming and focused entirely on supporting Tang Ziyun.
“That’s it, just like that. Stay calm, maintain your posture, and breathe steadily.”
Tang Ziyun arched her back, arms paddling behind her, though her face was inexplicably flushed.
[Ding! Detecting the host’s cheerful mood and enjoyment. Reward: 600,000.]
Su Yang smiled, carefully guiding Tang Ziyun back and forth for nearly eight minutes.
Tang Ziyun panted, “I can’t… I’m exhausted. I need a break. You can let go now.”
Reluctantly, Su Yang released his right hand.
Tang Ziyun looked adorably shy at that moment.
Su Yang pretended to snap out of it and quickly withdrew his hand. “Uh, s-sorry. I got too focused and didn’t realize.”
“It’s… fine.” Tang Ziyun stood and walked toward the shore.
“Let’s go rest,” she called over her shoulder.
“You go ahead. I’ll round up the others.”
Su Yang couldn’t walk back with Tang Ziyun—if Pan Ning saw them, he wouldn’t know how to explain.
Though they hadn’t defined their relationship yet, they were no longer just friends.
Once Tang Ziyun rejoined Pan Ning and the others, Su Yang swam toward Zhang Ziming.
“How’s the teaching going, Ziming? Has Xiaoyu learned anything?”
Han Xiaoyu’s face was just as red as Tang Ziyun’s earlier—who knew how much Zhang Ziming had taken advantage.
Zhang Ziming shot Su Yang a knowing grin. “Of course! She’s got the basics down now.”
“Seriously?”
“No joke. I could totally be a swim coach.”
“Alright, let’s head back. The others have been sitting around—let’s get them in the water too.”
“Sounds good!” Zhang Ziming agreed.
The three of them, along with Meng Wenzhou nearby, started swimming back.
On the way, Su Yang’s eyes narrowed—Liu Bo was happily supporting Liu Meng as she swam.
‘Damn!’
Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou exchanged glances. Meng Wenzhou smirked. “That guy’s a quick learner.”
“Haha, let him teach. We won’t interrupt.”
Back on shore, Su Yang sat beside Pan Ning. “Why are you still sitting? Come join us!”
“Did you have fun?”
“Absolutely! Best time ever! First time swimming in the ocean—so refreshing!”
“And first time teaching a girl to swim in the ocean, right?” Pan Ning glanced up at him coolly.
Su Yang: “……”
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
