Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Lin Yu felt an odd sense of unreality.
The young man in the mirror was dressed in a crisp suit, polished shoes, and carried an air of sharp, youthful handsomeness—the very image of a successful, wealthy young man.
But that wasn’t the strangest part.
What truly unsettled Lin Yu was the face staring back at him.
Honestly.
No, really.
After the flamboyant makeup artist worked his magic, the innate roguishness of Lin Yu’s original appearance had been completely masked, leaving behind nothing but sheer attractiveness.
A pure, unadulterated kind of handsome, the type that belonged to the heartthrob leads in teen dramas.
Yet Lin Yu still wasn’t used to it. Staring at that flawlessly handsome face, he could barely recognize traces of his former self.
Proof, once again.
The easiest way to transform a person? Makeup and photo editing.
As Lin Yu studied his reflection, Qing Mo slowly strolled into view behind him, her steps unhurried.
Still facing the mirror, Lin Yu asked without turning his head:
“Well?”
Qing Mo’s expression remained unreadable, if anything, even colder than usual. Her icy gaze held a hint of boredom as she replied flatly:
“It doesn’t look like you anymore.”
“I was thinking the same thing.”
Lin Yu nodded in emphatic agreement.
After wrapping up a chaotic series of tasks, night had fully fallen. Having eaten nothing but breakfast, Lin Yu was starving, his stomach practically glued to his spine.
Even though he knew a lavish dinner awaited him, he couldn’t resist asking Qing Mo’s household staff for a couple of small cakes to tide him over.
Soon, it was time to leave. Qing Mo appeared in a white evening gown—simple, modest, yet undeniably elegant.
Lin Yu blinked in surprise at her choice of attire.
“What?”
Qing Mo paused beside him, tilting her head slightly.
“Is there something wrong with my outfit?”
“I thought you’d wear one of those dramatic evening gowns from TV shows,” Lin Yu admitted, gesturing vaguely.
“You know, the kind that shows off half your back or is practically see-through.”
At his words, a flicker of disdain crossed Qing Mo’s otherwise impassive face. She scoffed, her voice frosty:
“People who dress like that usually aren’t qualified to attend the kind of events I go to.”
“...”
Lin Yu clicked his tongue, at a loss for words.
So much for TV dramas poisoning minds.
Settling into a sleek black limousine, Lin Yu pulled out his phone, ready to kill time with some mindless mobile games during the ride.
A flood of pixelated monsters surged across the screen as he guided his tiny protagonist through a virtual battlefield, mowing down enemies with abandon.
Just as he was getting into the game, Qing Mo’s voice cut through the silence:
“How many girlfriends do you have at school?”
???
The bizarre question made Lin Yu’s head snap up, three mental question marks hovering above him.
He paused the game and turned to Qing Mo, whose minimal makeup did nothing to diminish her striking beauty. A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes as he asked:
“Girlfriends?”
“What girlfriends?”
“And several of them?”
“I don’t have a single one.”
Qing Mo’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, skepticism lacing her tone:
“You went to such lengths for that girl’s sister—even came begging to me. And she’s not your girlfriend?”
Lin Yu knew she was referring to Tang Manman. He shook his head without hesitation:
“Nope.”
“Then why help her like that?”
Qing Mo pressed, clearly puzzled.
Lin Yu lowered his gaze, unpausing the game. As his fingers moved across the screen, he answered:
“It’s complicated between us. But we’re not together.”
After a brief pause, he added:
“At least not right now.”
Qing Mo’s frown deepened, evidently not expecting that response.
But she didn’t dwell on it, instead moving to her next question:
“What about her?”
“Who?”
Lin Yu looked up, baffled.
“The second person you approached after leaving school at noon.”
Qing Mo’s voice was cool and measured.
???
“Second person after leaving school…?”
Lin Yu repeated, racking his brain.
Soon, a name surfaced.
He turned to Qing Mo, one corner of his mouth quirking into a sardonic smirk as he asked with palpable disbelief:
“You mean Gu Yue?”
“I don’t know her name. But you walked toward her before coming to me.”
Qing Mo provided the detail matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, that’s Gu Yue.”
Lin Yu returned to his game, dismissive.
“She’s my lackey. Not even remotely girlfriend material.”
Qing Mo’s brows knit slightly. Watching him focus on the silly mobile game, she hesitated before finally giving in to curiosity:
“Can’t you tell she likes you?”
“Who?”
Lin Yu’s head jerked up, the game forgotten as he stared at Qing Mo like she’d just told a particularly absurd joke.
“Who likes me?”
Qing Mo frowned, perplexed by his exaggerated reaction, but answered softly:
“The girl you just mentioned.”
“Gu Yue.”
“Pfft.”
Lin Yu let out a derisive snort, shaking his head before resuming his game.
“No way she likes me.”
“Let me put it this way.”
“There’s a higher chance of that lesbian who came to see you the other night falling for me—and dragging her whole circle of lesbian friends along with her—than Gu Yue ever liking me.”
“Why are you so sure she doesn’t?”
Qing Mo pressed, relentless.
“Simple.”
Lin Yu didn’t look up.
“Because she’s not you.”
“What I did to her was, in some ways, even worse than what I did to you.”
“Unless she’s as messed up as you are, there’s no way she’d ever like me.”
His tone left no room for argument.
Though something still felt off to Qing Mo, she didn’t push further. Instead, she murmured under her breath:
“You can’t fake the way someone looks when they’re in love.”
“Freak.”
Lin Yu tossed back the insult reflexively.
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
