Green Profound Sect, Training Ground.
Li Qingran looked at the hand extended before her, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and placed her hand in his.
She knew full well he was saving her face.
If she couldn’t beat him now, would she ever be able to in the future?
The gap between them would only widen.
But what she couldn’t understand was why, after everything she had done, Ye Shu was still willing to give her an out. Were they not sworn enemies?
“Young Mistress!”
Seeing Li Qingran take Ye Shu’s hand, Xiaocui let out a startled cry and instinctively covered her mouth.
Th-this... wasn’t the young mistress admitting it?
Admitting she was this scoundrel’s fiancée!
And that meant—as the young mistress’s personal maid—she’d have to marry into his household too. According to the old folks, when the new bride got too tired on the wedding night, she might even call upon her maid to... fill in.
Xiaocui’s face flushed crimson all the way to the tips of her ears, and she averted her gaze, afraid to look at Ye Shu.
On the other side, Ye Shu looked at her with a puzzled expression.
Seriously, why are you blushing like a damn teakettle?
What does this have to do with you?
The atmosphere on the square grew stiff. Aside from Xiaocui’s occasional blushing and racing heart, there wasn’t much to say between Ye Shu and Li Qingran—after all, aside from the day of the broken engagement, this was practically their only real encounter.
“Um... let me help you regulate your qi,” Ye Shu said, breaking the silence first.
Li Qingran froze for a moment.
“All right.”
The next moment, Ye Shu took her hand and sent a trickle of spiritual energy into her body, instantly calming the chaotic surges within her.
“Young Mistress, you look so much better now!” Xiaocui exclaimed happily, seeing Li Qingran restored. Her opinion of Ye Shu softened a little too.
Maybe that bastard wasn’t so bad after all.
As for Li Qingran, her cheeks were faintly flushed. She didn’t know why she had nodded—she had simply done so instinctively.
Once the qi regulation was complete, Ye Shu rose and clapped his hands. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. I’ve still got things to take care of.”
But before he could take a step, an icy voice rang out across the entire arena.
“And who said you could leave?”
Everyone instinctively looked up toward a certain spot in the air. There stood Feng Mengli, robes of pure white billowing, stepping upon the void. Her gaze was frigid as she stared down at Ye Shu.
Anyone could hear the deadly intent in her voice.
The entire training ground was steeped in a killing atmosphere.
“This master didn’t go looking for you, yet you dared to come to my sect yourself,” Feng Mengli said, her tone like ice, each step she took across the void rippling the air like water. “Not only that, but you also injured my disciple.”
“Since you’re here, you might as well leave your life behind.”
With that, a silver-white longsword materialized in her right hand, its tip gleaming coldly, aimed straight at Ye Shu.
“Feng Mengli?”
Ye Shu narrowed his eyes, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
Just as the tension reached its peak, a figure in blue suddenly stepped in front of Ye Shu.
“Master, no!”
Li Qingran spread her arms wide, shielding Ye Shu like a mother hen protecting her chick.
“Qingran, step aside!” Feng Mengli thundered.
“I won’t.” Li Qingran shook her head, her gaze steady. “He came today to keep his appointment, and I lost fair and square. If you kill him now, what will the world think of Cloud Soaring Sect?”
“That we kill to silence the defeated.”
“They’ll say we can’t accept loss—that we’re petty little people, hypocrites!”
Looking at her stubborn disciple, Feng Mengli let out a long, slow sigh. “Qingran, you’re still young. Many things are not as simple as you imagine.”
“Today, I will kill him.”
“No matter who tries to stop me!”
With that, she swept her sleeve with a fierce motion, unleashing the overwhelming pressure of her Nascent Soul cultivation across the field.
“Master…”
Seeing that words were useless, Li Qingran suddenly raised her hand and pressed a sword against her own neck. “Master, I may not understand much, but I can still tell right from wrong. If you insist on winning through dishonesty…”
“Then Qingran will have no choice but to die to prove my integrity.”
“You—!”
Feng Mengli’s pupils contracted. She had never imagined her foolish disciple would be so stubborn. But seeing the blood trickling down her neck, she knew the girl was serious about killing herself. Reluctantly, she lowered her sword.
She could always intercept him on the road outside Cloud Soaring Sect.
“Fine. I’ll spare your life today.”
“Get out of here, now!”
Feng Mengli flicked her sleeve and was about to turn away when Ye Shu, who had remained silent until now, suddenly spoke.
“Sect Leader Feng,” he said, “did I say you could leave?”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
