A wondrous sensation was slowly awakening Lin Yu's mind.
In a daze, Lin Yu opened his eyes.
?
When did I return to City H?
Eh?
Sister Zhuzi, you are so impatient.
Taking advantage of me while I'm asleep, huh?
Emmmm...
It's been a while, Sister Zhuzi, but you've gotten so rusty...
Uh...
Wait.
This slender waist, this perfectly round and firm...
This size that fits right in the palm of my hand...
Damn it!
You are not Xia Muzhu!
Who the hell are you!!!
The intense shock jolted Lin Yu, briefly dispelling the heavy grogginess clouding his mind and snapping him into full wakefulness.
Opening his eyes completely, Lin Yu saw the face he least wanted to see.
"Wait!"
Lin Yu cried out to stop her, instinctively trying to raise his hands to prevent this absurd situation from going any further.
Thud!
His forcefully raised hands were abruptly halted in mid-air. Astonished, Lin Yu turned his head, only to find that at some point, his wrists had been firmly bound to the headboard with black leather cuffs.
He instinctively looked over to his other side; it was exactly the same.
Looking down, it was no surprise that his ankles and waist had been bound up as well.
"If I did the same thing as that woman, then you would stay by my side too, right?"
Tang Manman's soft voice drifted down from above. Lin Yu stiffly raised his head, meeting her flushed, beautiful face glistening with a thin layer of sweat.
Lin Yu's mind went completely blank. Before he even had the time to process how she found out about that, he instinctively opened his mouth to beg her to stop.
But it was already too late.
The pieces were already perfectly aligned.
Witnessing the scene before him, Lin Yu felt as if his brain had suffered a heavy blow.
As if his soul had been ripped from his body by some wicked sorcerer, Lin Yu's head fell back unconsciously onto the soft pillow, his pupils dilating and losing focus as if he had lost his mind.
It's over.
Everything is over...
...
Under the soft, warm yellow glow of the hotel room lights, Lin Yu, who appeared to be fast asleep, slowly opened his eyes.
He shifted slightly. The two fair, slender arms wrapped around him suddenly tightened, and the naked figure beside him nuzzled deeper into his embrace.
Lin Yu froze, and the person beside him settled back into stillness.
After a few breaths, Lin Yu probed softly:
"Tang Manman?"
Hearing no response, Lin Yu let out a sigh of relief, confirming that Tang Manman must be asleep.
He tried to move his body again, but Tang Manman was still holding onto him tightly.
Left with no choice, Lin Yu could only inch away little by little, attempting to swap himself out with a pillow.
After a good deal of careful and quiet effort, Lin Yu finally managed to escape from Tang Manman's embrace.
Getting out of bed, Lin Yu quietly picked up his clothes from the floor and put them on.
After slipping on his shoes by the door, Lin Yu stood up straight and cast a final, complicated glance back at Tang Manman.
She lay on the white bed with her back facing the door. From this angle, her bare, delicate shoulders were half-exposed, and as she hugged the pillow, she appeared to be in a deep sleep.
With the faintest of sighs, Lin Yu reached out and switched off the room's lights, carefully turned the doorknob, and stepped out.
The door clicked shut softly, plunging the room back into darkness.
A sliver of luminous moonlight quietly slipped through the gap in the curtains, spilling diagonally like shattered silver across the floor, the bed, the pillow, and a pair of pitch-black, hollow peach-blossom eyes.
"He won't..."
"He won't..."
"I have already done that kind of thing with him."
"Just like that woman, I've done that kind of thing with him."
"He will not leave me."
"He definitely won't leave me."
"He will come back."
"He will definitely come back."
"He will come back."
"Will come back..."
In the darkness of the night, slender pale fingers gradually tightened, digging fiercely into the soft pillow.
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...
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
