"Get on!"
Lin Yu mounted the motorcycle and shouted toward Gu Yue, who was still frozen in the depths of the alley.
"Oh, okay."
The purple-haired delinquent girl was clearly still in shock. After Lin Yu's call, she hurriedly complied, carefully stepping over the groaning bodies strewn across the ground.
As she passed the obese man in a grimy sweat-stained shirt, whether intentionally or accidentally, her small leather shoe landed squarely on his greasy, pudgy face. She gave it a sharp twist before quickly running over to Lin Yu.
Once Gu Yue was settled behind him, Lin Yu twisted the throttle and sped off with her...
...
Maintaining a steady speed, they arrived at the seaside. Lin Yu parked the motorcycle, removed his helmet, and gazed at the boundless ocean.
It was a little past four in the afternoon, the early hours of dusk. The golden sun had shed its blinding intensity, now radiating a sacred warmth, casting a brilliant shimmer across the sea's surface.
The sea breeze brushed against his face, filling Lin Yu with an unprecedented sense of peace.
"You did well today."
Leaning against the roadside railing, Lin Yu turned to Gu Yue with a bright smile and gave her a thumbs-up.
Gu Yue looked like a ghoul straight out of A Chinese Ghost Story—her heavy makeup had completely melted from tears, smearing into a grotesque mess. The black eyeliner had mixed with her tears, leaving dark streaks down her face, making her truly resemble a ghost.
Yet her eyes were striking. The golden sea reflected in her focused gaze, softening the image of the person she was looking at.
"Since you performed so well today, the matter between you and Tang Manman..."
At this, Lin Yu's smile vanished instantly. His expression turned icy as he said,
"Of course, it’s not just going to be swept under the rug!"
"What’s wrong with you? How could you be so cruel?"
"Huh?"
Lin Yu jabbed his index finger against Gu Yue’s forehead in frustration.
"Bullying Tang Manman is one thing—a little lesson would’ve been enough. But scheming to take nude photos of her? What kind of sick idea is that?"
"You left her no way out."
"Were you trying to ruin her life?"
Gu Yue hung her head, obediently enduring Lin Yu’s scolding, and whispered an apology:
"I’m sorry."
"Listen up!"
"This isn’t over!"
Lin Yu glared at her, his voice laced with a threatening edge.
"From now on, you’re responsible for protecting Tang Manman at school. If anything happens to her, I’m coming for you first!"
Gu Yue gave a small nod. Under the dazzling golden light of the sunset, the brightness in her eyes dimmed slightly, the corners glistening with faint, barely noticeable moisture.
"However."
Lin Yu’s tone shifted abruptly, his warm smile returning as he said,
"I believe in rewarding good behavior too."
"You messed up, so I had to teach you a lesson. But today, you did something great."
As he spoke, he began unzipping his jacket, adding,
"So I’m going to reward you properly."
Gu Yue stared blankly as Lin Yu pulled down his zipper, her mind struggling to process what was happening.
Reward me?
Reward me with what?
Why are you taking off your clothes for a reward?
Who exactly is this reward for?
Are you rewarding yourself?!
...
...
Well… it’s not like I’d say no...
Soon, the bare skin of Gu Yue’s neck—untouched by makeup—turned a faint pink. As the shock in her eyes gradually gave way to a bashful, expectant shyness, Lin Yu suddenly stopped.
With his zipper only halfway down, he reached inside his jacket. When his hand reemerged, it was clutching a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills.
Lin Yu eyed the money that the second female lead, Xia Muzhu, had forcefully shoved at him earlier. Judging by the thickness, it was probably around three thousand yuan. After a brief consideration, he shoved the entire wad into Gu Yue’s hands and said,
"Take this. Work for me, and I won’t treat you unfairly."
"From now on, look out for Tang Manman at school. Make sure no one messes with her."
"But don’t overstep. Don’t interfere too much in her life either."
Lin Yu added the last part with a stern warning.
Gu Yue accepted the cash, her expression unreadable—somewhere between disappointment and reluctant gratitude. Finally, she nodded and forced a faint smile.
"Don’t worry, Brother Long. I’ll take good care of my sister-in-law!"
Lin Yu’s arm, which had been resting on the railing, slipped, nearly sending him tumbling to the ground. Regaining his balance, he shot Gu Yue a glare and snapped furiously,
"She’s not your sister-in-law! Call her that again, and I’ll punch you into next week!"
He shook a clenched fist in front of her face, his menacing expression leaving no doubt about his seriousness.
Gu Yue shrank back, nodding timidly.
Rolling his eyes, Lin Yu ignored her and turned back to the golden sea, letting the cool ocean breeze wash over him as he emptied his mind.
Lin Yu saw only one breathtaking view before him—the ocean. But in Gu Yue’s eyes, there were two. Most of the time, she gazed at the sea, distracted. Occasionally, her eyes would flicker sideways, stealing greedy glances before snapping back to the golden waves in feigned innocence.
And when her emotions stirred again, she’d let her gaze drift just a little longer...

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!

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?"

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'!"