Atop Cold Moon Peak, one could hear a pin drop.
It was a deathly silence, where even the chirping of insects seemed frozen in the air.
After taking some time to rush to the Cold Moon Palace, Gu Yang did not take the main entrance.
Following the golden intel, he bypassed the area to reach the southwest corner of the pavilion's grand protective array.
There stood a willow tree. Gu Yang lightly tapped the array node with his fingertips, his spiritual energy surging. Just as the intel had stated, the originally perilous Cloud Smoke Sun-Obscuring Array truly experienced a momentary lag.
Holding his breath, he vaulted over the wall like a nimble civet.
The moment his feet touched the ground, a chilling aura ten times colder than the Sword Cleansing Pool assaulted his face.
This was not the coldness of the weather; it was a bone-piercing baleful chill.
Outside the bedchamber, the maid named Hongxiu was nowhere to be seen.
Gu Yang furrowed his brows, a trace of an ominous premonition rising in his heart.
Zhao Wuji's trap had probably already been sprung.
Hesitating no longer, he quickly stepped forward and pushed open the heavy profound ice doors of the hall.
Creak—
The heavy friction echoed throughout the spacious, empty hall.
No lamps were lit inside; only the moonstones inlaid in the walls emitted a pale, ghostly halo.
A thick layer of white frost covered the floor, emitting a crisp crunch with every step he took.
Who is it...
An extremely weak female voice, yet still carrying a touch of majesty, drifted from behind the cascading layers of bed curtains.
Her voice trembled, sounding like two pieces of icy jade clashing together.
Your disciple, Gu Yang. I have an urgent matter to report to Master.
Gu Yang stopped ten paces away from the curtains, his voice steady and firm.
Get out...
Behind the curtains, Shen Qingyue's voice suddenly rose in pitch, only to plummet instantly due to agony, turning into a suppressed, muffled groan.
Get out!
Gu Yang did not move.
Not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward, speaking rapidly:
Grand Elder Zhao Wuji has bribed Hongxiu. He plans to break through the array tonight at midnight, taking advantage of Master's cold poison flare-up, to use you as a cauldron for his harvesting arts.
This disciple has come solely to warn you.
As his words fell, the grand hall sank into a deathly silence.
There was no furious outburst or questioning as Gu Yang had anticipated.
There was only an increasingly heavy and erratic breathing seeping through the merman silk curtains, which were as thin as cicada wings.
Hah... Zhao Wuji...
The voice carried a bone-deep hatred, yet it was soft and weak, even mixed with a trace of blush-inducing sweetness.
Something was wrong.
Gu Yang keenly caught a wisp of a peculiar, sweet fragrance in the air.
There was also an aphrodisiac!
Zhao Wuji was leaving absolutely no way out!
Master?
Gu Yang tentatively parted the curtains.
The next second, even with his steady temperament, his pupils could not help but shrink slightly.
On the massive cold jade bed.
His master, Shen Qingyue, who was normally aloof and as unapproachable as a divine maiden, was currently curled up into a ball.
Her white palace dress with gold embroidery was already completely disheveled, exposing large swathes of snow-white skin that resembled creamy jade.
However, upon that skin, bizarre livid veins were now crawling all over. It was the sign of the Nine Yin Cold Poison completely erupting.
She bit her lower lip fiercely, blood sliding down her pale mouth and staining her fragile, slender neck red.
Sweat drenched her temples, and a few strands of black hair clung messily to her cheeks. Her eyes, originally as cold and clear as the moon, were now clouded with a hazy mist, her focus scattered.
Half of it was an extreme chill, making her feel as if she had plummeted into an ice cavern.
The other half was the raging fire of the drug, burning away her reason.
The dual torment of ice and fire was destroying this Golden Core Master's mental defenses inch by inch.
Gu... Yang?
Shen Qingyue tried desperately to see the person in front of her clearly, but her vision was already blurred.
Scram... Scram!
Shen Qingyue's voice trembled. The reprimand that should have contained the oppressive might of a Golden Core cultivator now sounded more like the whimper of an injured young beast.
She gripped the cold jade beneath her fiercely, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her originally perfectly manicured nails even snapped at the edges, scraping against the icy surface with a piercing screech.
She was resisting. Resisting not just Gu Yang, but also her own self that was gradually breaking down.
Watching this scene, the calmness Gu Yang had prepared showed a trace of a crack.
Memories flooded him like a tidal wave.
In the twenty years since he transmigrated, although he was a genius in the Falling Cloud Sect, he was also envied and hated by others.
It was Shen Qingyue who, when he was falsely accused, stood silently in front of him, using her Cold Moon Sword to force back the Law Enforcement Hall's harassment.
It was a month ago, when he failed his Foundation Establishment, was reduced to a cripple, and everyone avoided him like the plague, that this normally icy master did not hesitate to deplete her own cultivation. She forced her way out of seclusion and shoved the two Life-Transformation Pills—which were originally meant for her own breakthrough—into his mouth.
Gu Yang, only by living is there hope.
That was the only sentence she had said to him at the time.
Even now, trapped in a desperate situation with her consciousness blurring, what she cried out was still for him to scram, rather than asking him for help.
Today, even if he had to risk his life, he would save her.
Master, Zhao Wuji should be right outside the door by now. Time is of the essence.
Gu Yang's voice gradually calmed. He reached out his hand, his fingertips not touching her directly, but hovering three inches above her bare ankle.
Across a mere distance of three inches, the fierce and overbearing Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang aura radiating from Gu Yang acted like a raging prairie fire, instantly igniting Shen Qingyue's frozen senses.
Mmh!
Shen Qingyue suddenly threw her slender neck back, letting out an uncontrollable, soft moan.
The moment the sound escaped her lips, she acted as if she had suffered an immense humiliation, biting down hard on her lower lip until she tasted blood.
Shame.
The person in front of her was her disciple.
Yet now, her body was actually trembling in front of her disciple!
Don't come near me... I am your master...
Shen Qingyue held onto her last shred of clarity, trying to mobilize her spiritual energy to blast Gu Yang away.
But the moment she raised her hand, it was limp and devoid of any strength, looking instead like an invitation.
Gu Yang grabbed the wrist that was flailing in mid-air.
It felt freezing cold and smooth to the touch.
I will heal your injuries now.
Master, forgive my offense.
Gu Yang's voice did not waver in the slightest.
If he did not save his master tonight, they might both die.
He somewhat roughly twisted her unruly wrist back, pinning it firmly against the icy cold jade pillow above her head.
The distance between the two instantly closed.
Insolent!
Shen Qingyue struggled desperately, her waist twisting wildly on the bed as she tried to break free from her disciple's suppression.
But under the dual erosion of the cold poison and the aphrodisiac, this seemingly fierce resistance looked more like a seductive dance of feigned resistance.
Gu Yang ignored her reprimand. The newly awakened Desolate Ancient Extreme Yang spiritual energy within his body followed their tightly pressed palms, surging into Shen Qingyue's meridians like a breached dam.
Boom—!
It was the sound of boiling oil pouring over accumulated snow.
Ah...
It was too hot.
That peerlessly overbearing extreme yang heatwave brutally smashed through the congested cold energy within her body. Wherever it passed, the originally frozen meridians instantly thawed.
That refreshing sensation of sweet rain after a long drought spread madly through her marrow.
She instinctively wanted to curl up, but her wrists were locked in Gu Yang's dead-grip, forcing her entire body to remain open.
A monstrous sense of shame almost burned her rationality to ashes.
She was the exalted Golden Core Elder, the untouchable icy goddess of the Falling Cloud Sect.
Yet now, in the hands of her own disciple, she was actually trembling from a surge of spiritual energy.
"Stop... I command you to stop..."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
