On the way back, Ye Shu played with the Foundation Establishment Pill in his hand, his expression odd.
After going around in circles, this thing actually came back to him.
And he had even given that kid Qian Jiang two thousand spirit stones for nothing.
"What a waste!"
Ye Shu finally couldn't help but spit out a curse. "Of all the things to buy, you had to buy such a useless thing!"
"Prodigal son!"
"Shu'er, your father was only doing it for your own good," Danxia, who was hiding in his ring, couldn't help but tease. Although her words were meant to be comforting, she couldn't hide the gloating in her tone.
"What are you laughing at?" Ye Shu said angrily. "Isn't losing my money the same as losing your money? And you're still here laughing."
"Prodigal woman!"
"........"
Danxia froze for a moment, and then her pretty face turned slightly red.
"Who is your woman? I'm ignoring you."
After saying that, she retreated into a darker corner of the ring's space, ignoring Ye Shu.
"Sigh... Since things have come to this, I might as well establish my foundation first."
Ye Shu sighed and continued walking back, clutching the Foundation Establishment Pill.
Before long, he could see the outline of his courtyard.
At the entrance, Ye Xiaosu was leaning against the doorframe, clearly having waited for a long time. As soon as she saw Ye Shu, she ran up excitedly, "Young Master! You're back!"
"The bed is already made, please go rest!"
Seeing the lively and cute Ye Xiaosu, Ye Shu felt his heart relax slightly. At least in this era of unpredictable human nature, there was still a breath of fresh air like Xiaosu.
He nodded and walked into the room.
The room had been arranged perfectly. Furniture and tables were all in place, and there was even a dressing table.
Just as Ye Shu sat on the bed, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Why was this bed so pink, so soft, and so fragrant? It even had a faint maidenly scent. It didn't feel like a newly made bed at all, but rather like...
"Xiaosu, come here."
Ye Shu turned his head and waved at Ye Xiaosu.
"What is it, Young Master?" Ye Xiaosu didn't understand, but she still walked over obediently.
Ye Shu reached out, grabbed her collar, and then buried his head against her chest, his nose twitching slightly.
Hmm, fragrant and powdery.
The scent matched.
It was exactly this scent!
"Young Master?!" Ye Xiaosu blushed and cried out in surprise.
"Mhm, the scent matches. The smell on this bed is exactly the same as the one on your body." Ye Shu let go, his face serious. "Tell me the truth, is this your bed?"
"Eh?"
Ye Xiaosu was stunned, and then a disappointed expression appeared on her face.
So it wasn't what she thought?
Wait, what are you disappointed about?
Seeing her like this, Ye Shu was a bit speechless.
"Tell me honestly, is this your bed?"
Ye Xiaosu lowered her head and whispered, "Yes... it's Xiaosu's bed..."
"Why?"
"Because Young Master came back in a hurry, and it's late at night. There are no new beds in the house, and Xiaosu wanted Young Master to sleep comfortably tonight, so... so I..."
Xiaosu's voice grew quieter and quieter until it was almost inaudible.
Looking at her aggrieved and anxious little face, Ye Shu's heart softened. He reached out and rubbed her small head, comforting her, "Silly girl, if you give me your bed, where are you going to sleep tonight?"
Ye Xiaosu kept her head down, a sly smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Naturally, I'll sleep in the Young Master's bed.
This way, she would sleep in the Young Master's bed, and the Young Master would sleep in her bed. Rounding it up, that basically meant they were sleeping together!
But could she actually say that to the Young Master?
She looked up and blinked, "It's fine, Xiaosu can just sleep on the floor. Anyway, while waiting for Young Master, Xiaosu has already gotten used to sleeping there."
"Poor child..."
Ye Shu pinched her cheek with some pity. "How can you sleep on the floor? When your Young Master wasn't here, you slept on the floor. Now that your Young Master is back, you still sleep on the floor. Doesn't that mean I came back for nothing?"
"Then what does Young Master mean?"
"Tonight, you and I will share the bed."
Ye Xiaosu's eyes were filled with surprise.
"R-really?"
"Of course it's true," Ye Shu nodded. "Or is it that Xiaosu disdains her Young Master and doesn't want to sleep together?"
"Of course not, Xiaosu just... just didn't expect it." Ye Xiaosu waved her hands repeatedly, her heart blooming with joy.
Hehe, this is crazy.
To think there would be such an unexpected harvest.
In the dead of night, a lone man and a lone woman sharing a room and a bed. If the Young Master were to suddenly turn into a ferocious beast in his sleep and devour a little lamb like her until not even bones remained, it wouldn't be completely incomprehensible, right?
"Mmm..."
Just thinking about it, Ye Xiaosu's face flushed red, and she let out a strange sound from her throat.
"What's wrong with you?"
Ye Shu looked at her curiously. "Do you have a fever?"
"N-nothing."
Ye Xiaosu hurriedly waved her hands and hastily climbed onto the bed. Then, in three quick moves, she stripped off her clothes until she was bare, leaving only a small red bellyband that barely covered her developing figure.
The candlelight flickered in the room.
The young girl's fair, smooth skin glowed with a jade-like luster under the firelight. Her delicate collarbones, slender waist, and that swelling snowy whiteness...
"Y... Young Master... I'm ready." Ye Xiaosu slipped under the covers, gripping the edge of the quilt with both hands. With only her small head poking out, she bit her lower lip, her pretty face flushed red, and her eyes filled with anticipation.
Even Danxia, hiding in the ring, had to admit that this little girl was indeed quite good at tempting people.
"Xiaosu has grown up."
Ye Shu sighed vaguely.
Then, he took off his outer robe, leaving only a thin white inner garment, and climbed onto the bed.
"Move further in."
"Mhm!"
Ye Xiaosu obediently squeezed inward, then patted the empty space beside her, her large eyes filled with longing. "Hurry up and come in, Young Master, it's cold out there!"
She made up her mind.
As soon as the Young Master got under the covers, she would immediately hug him tightly. As for the rest, hehe...
She had even thought of an excuse.
She would just say she was cold—uh, no, she would say she was afraid the Young Master was cold and wanted to help warm him up!
A bed-warming maid is still a maid!
However, she waited anxiously for a long time, but she didn't feel Ye Shu slip under the covers.
So, she opened her eyes in confusion.
Only to see Ye Shu sitting cross-legged on the bed, his hands resting naturally on his knees, his breathing steady.
"Young Master... aren't you going to sleep?"
Ye Xiaosu asked blankly.
"You go to sleep first," Ye Shu said lightly with his eyes closed. "I am going to establish my foundation tonight."
"Es... Establish your foundation?"
Ye Xiaosu's eyes widened, and she pouted her small mouth in grievance. Couldn't he establish his foundation tomorrow, or the day after, or sometime in the future? It just had to be tonight. And to think she had even prepared her midnight lines, just waiting for the Young Master to grace her with his favor.
Great, it ended before it even began.
How was this any different from a groom running off to become a monk on his wedding night? But she couldn't complain out loud, so she could only shrink her head back aggrievedly and stare at that heartless back.
Forget it, forget it.
Being able to look at the Young Master's back is pretty good too.
She had to admit, the Young Master looked so handsome when he was cultivating.
Ye Xiaosu cupped her cheeks, her face completely love-struck.
Ye Shu had no idea she was thinking so much. At this moment, he was pondering exactly how he should establish his foundation.

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?"

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