Lin Yu hadn't even had the time to be happy before a message popped up unexpectedly.
Qing Mo: Come to City Y.
Qing Mo: I still need to stay here for a few days.
Long Aotian: ...
Lin Yu could guess with his eyes closed why Qing Mo wanted him to come over.
But...
Lin Yu stroked his chin, thought about it, and felt that making a trip wouldn't be a bad idea.
The most crucial thing was to make things clear with Qing Mo.
After that, whatever happens, happens.
Having fun, strolling around, treating it entirely as a relaxing vacation would be nice too.
Thinking of this, Lin Yu picked up his phone and started to reply.
Long Aotian: Okay.
Qing Mo: You agreed?
Qing Mo had obviously just mentioned it in passing and didn't expect Lin Yu to actually agree. Her message clearly showed her excitement.
Qing Mo: Great, I'll have my assistant contact you in a bit. Just take my private jet here.
Emmm...
Private jet?
Lin Yu scratched his head.
You rich people...
...
Are really rich.
City Y was located in the south. Except for the very occasional cold snap, it could be said to be like spring all year round.
When Lin Yu boarded the plane, he was still wearing a bulky padded jacket, but by the time he got off, he was already wearing a standard Hawaiian short-sleeved shirt.
These clothes were all prepared for Lin Yu by Qing Mo's assistant.
It could be described as extremely considerate.
After leaving the airport, Lin Yu wasn't in a hurry to find Qing Mo.
She should still be busy with some business matters right now, so Lin Yu wouldn't bother her.
He casually searched online for tourist attractions in City Y, picked a place that interested him, bought a ticket, and rushed over.
Halfway through his fun, his phone rang. Lin Yu took it out and saw it was a text from Qing Mo.
Her business was already concluded.
Next were just some procedural matters.
Like having a meal together and such.
But obviously, Qing Mo wasn't too interested in that kind of meal.
So she hurriedly sought him out.
Seeing that Qing Mo had freed up her time, Lin Yu thought that business was more important and went straight to find her.
The address Qing Mo sent was a hotel.
Lin Yu turned his head to look at the horizon. The round body of the sun was already about to touch the distant mountain peaks.
At this time, in the north, it would already be a sign of impending darkness.
But in the south, it was still afternoon, not even evening yet, let alone night.
So early?
Lin Yu smacked his lips.
However, thinking of Qing Mo's past experiences, Lin Yu was actually quite understanding of her.
After all, she had been suppressed for so many years.
Being a bit obsessed was completely understandable.
It was just that...
...
Lin Yu touched his lower back.
Although it wasn't sore or painful, Lin Yu felt that if this continued, something would go wrong sooner or later.
Moreover, because Xia Muzhu had looked down on him this morning, Lin Yu had gone all out, resulting in a bit of lingering post-nut clarity that he hadn't shaken off yet.
He didn't have much interest in this kind of thing right now.
But well.
Thinking of Qing Mo's uniqueness, Lin Yu felt it didn't matter.
Because she was simply too easy to satisfy.
He felt like he didn't even need to get serious...
...
After hailing a taxi by the roadside, Lin Yu headed straight for the address Qing Mo had sent.
Getting off at the hotel entrance, Lin Yu entered the hotel and asked for Qing Mo's specific room, only to learn that she was currently in the hotel's restaurant.
Lin Yu searched all the way and soon arrived at the restaurant.
This hotel was of extremely high class, and the restaurant was also very large.
But finding someone wasn't troublesome at all.
More accurately, finding Qing Mo wasn't troublesome.
You didn't even need to look for a specific person.
You just needed to take a rough sweep and see which direction the crowd's gaze was converging on.
Then looking over there, the best-looking one would definitely be Qing Mo.
Lin Yu followed this method and, sure enough, spotted Qing Mo.
She was sitting with her back to the restaurant entrance.
Even without seeing her face, just looking at her back, Lin Yu could recognize her at a glance.
Some women were just like that; even if you only looked at their back, you would be deeply attracted by their beauty.
Beautiful in a somewhat unreasonable way.
Lin Yu walked toward Qing Mo.
When he got close, Lin Yu realized that Qing Mo's outfit today was very different.
She was wearing a black backless evening gown. The form-fitting dress perfectly displayed her flawless figure.
Her long black hair was coiled at the back of her head.
Revealing a slender, fair neck like that of a swan.
Further down was a large expanse of exposed skin.
The extreme deep black fabric contrasting with the cool white skin exposed on her back created a highly visually striking beauty.
On the black evening gown, which looked extremely expensive, tiny diamonds invisible to the naked eye were arranged in a regular pattern.
The dim lighting of the restaurant shone upon it, reflecting tiny glimmers, making the cold and stunningly beautiful Qing Mo look even more like a noble and elegant queen.
Her outfit today made Lin Yu, who thought he was already immune to her beauty, unable to look away.
Compared to Qing Mo's formal attire.
Lin Yu's outfit couldn't even be described as shabby.
He was wearing a Hawaiian suit with red as the main color.
The kind of set from a supermarket where the short sleeves and big shorts together wouldn't cost more than twenty-nine ninety-nine.
Probably a single broken diamond randomly falling off Qing Mo's dress would be enough to buy hundreds of sets of these clothes.
Lin Yu sniffled. Even with his thick skin, he was losing his composure a bit at this moment.
The surrounding gazes kept turning this way.
Looking at their eyes shining and ready to strike,
It seemed they were just waiting for this little hooligan Lin Yu to make a move to pester this beautiful queen, so they could jump out and play the hero saving the beauty.
But Lin Yu felt that before they jumped out to play the hero, they might first have to go through an extremely cruel elimination tournament.
After all, there were simply too many people staring over here, both men and women.
"Ahem."
Standing behind Qing Mo, Lin Yu suddenly had a bad idea.
He coughed lightly twice, trying to get Qing Mo's attention.
Sure enough.
Qing Mo turned her head to look.
A cold and stunningly beautiful face, truly living up to the phrase country-toppling beauty.
Facing such a peerless beauty, Lin Yu, dressed in his cheap street stall clothes, directly reached out with a lecherous smile.
Using his big dark paw, he pinched the chin of this cold queen, and with a little force, forced her to look up at him.
"Yo~"
"Little lady, you look pretty good~"
"Waiting for someone?"
"I say you stop waiting."
"How about accompanying your big brother for a meal?"
Seeing this beautiful and elegant lady actually being harassed like this, all the people secretly observing couldn't sit still anymore. They all wanted to rush up and furiously farm some goodwill...
Bah!
It was to save this lady from the depths of suffering!
But before their butts completely left their chairs, they witnessed a scene they were destined to never forget for the rest of their lives.
They saw that lady, who was like an iceberg queen, suddenly burst into a smile. The coldness between her brows completely dissipated, replaced by a touch of enchanting charm.
She reached out and grasped the large, dark hand that was gripping her chin. Guiding it to the side of her cool, pale face, she tilted her head and leaned affectionately into his palm. In a soft, alluring voice dripping with seductive charm, she murmured,
"Alright."
"Whatever you say."

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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?"