"Not bad for me," the man said with satisfaction, patting the slightly damp collar of his shirt. He looked at his reflection in the clear stream, which showed no trace of his earlier fall into the mud. Smiling, he slung his jacket over his shoulder and continued on his way.
Rakshasa.
After a brutal battle, their organization had defended Yu Province. The group from the Land of the Rising Sun had suffered heavy losses.
Yet, many black-clad figures still stood guard with solemn authority in front of the organization's headquarters.
A dashing man strolled over leisurely.
The crowd was stunned.
"Sir... is that you?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
"Not sure, let me take a closer look!" another person rubbed their eyes.
The man before them, with a gentle smile and an air of casual elegance, was none other than Yuan Qinghe, the esteemed "Sir" of the Rakshasa organization and the husband of its leader.
He was "Sir," and he preferred to be addressed as such.
Yuan Qinghe raised a finger to his lips, his middle-aged yet robust face breaking into a smile, silencing the murmurs of the crowd.
"Sir, I think..."
Yuan Qinghe quickly shook his head, cutting the speaker off with a wave of his hand. He gestured earnestly, then, under the complex gazes of the crowd, pushed open the ornately carved wooden door.
He passed through the living room and several chambers before finally arriving at the study.
A woman in a kimono was painting with a brush.
This woman, whose swordsmanship and personality were as domineering as they came, now appeared as gentle and devoted as a wife waiting for her husband's return.
Yuan Qinghe, hiding behind the paper-filled wooden lattice screen, was taken aback.
"Hiding from me? Are you afraid I'll eat you?" Uesugi Akizuki looked up, her gaze tender as it rested on the screen.
Yuan Qinghe scratched his head and stepped out. "I wanted to surprise you."
Uesugi Akizuki was silent for a moment. "Did you fall?"
"How did you know!" Yuan Qinghe exclaimed in shock.
Uesugi Akizuki gave him a look of exasperation, her eyes lingering on the large patch of yellow mud on the back of his pants.
She walked over and gently pinched his cheek. "You've had it rough."
"Not at all!" Yuan Qinghe held her hand against his face. "Seeing you again makes it all worth it."
"I didn't expect them to actually rescue you," Uesugi Akizuki changed the subject.
"Indeed, Huaxia is truly formidable," Yuan Qinghe said with a hint of lingering fear.
He recalled the madman who alternated between laughter and tears, his pupils glowing with an eerie crimson. His movements were like a grim reaper wielding a scythe, leaving a trail of blood and chaos in his wake.
At that moment, Yuan Qinghe could feel the overwhelming force of the man's laws. Even the faintest release of his oppressive aura had made it hard to breathe.
He had no doubt that the young man, who was at the mid-stage of the Lamp Realm, could have killed him even if he were at his peak. After all, Yuan Qinghe was only at the early stage of the Rolling Flame Realm, with a mere fraction of the laws the young man possessed. Compared to him, Yuan Qinghe was like a firefly trying to outshine the moon.
"How are our daughters?" Yuan Qinghe asked, his voice tinged with worry. This had been his greatest concern during his journey.
After rescuing Uesugi Akizuki, he had sent Uesugi Chigenki and her younger sister fleeing while he stayed behind to hold off the pursuers.
Until now, he had no idea whether his daughters were alive or dead, or if they had made it to Huaxia.
"..." Uesugi Akizuki was silent for a moment. "Let's go see them together."
Yuan Qinghe's pupils contracted sharply. He could sense the bitterness in her voice.
He reached out to grab her hand but missed!
Her wide sleeve swayed as his fingers brushed against it. Uesugi Akizuki looked at her husband's stunned expression and gave a bitter smile.
...
Uesugi Chigenki carried a thermal lunchbox and pushed open the door to the hospital room.
"Akizuki, it's time to eat!"
She forced a smile as she looked at Uesugi Akizuki, who lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Why are you crying again?" Uesugi Chigenki noticed the faint red tear streaks on her sister's face and hurriedly put down the lunchbox to rush over.
She wiped away the traces of blood from Uesugi Akizuki's face and opened the lunchbox.
The fragrant meat porridge shimmered with a translucent glow.
But Uesugi Akizuki didn't even glance at it. Her eyes were dull, lifeless.
Uesugi Akizuki hadn't eaten in two days. Uesugi Chigenki had tried everything to prepare meals that might tempt her sister, but nothing worked.
Given Uesugi Akizuki's current state, porridge was the best option. So, Uesugi Chigenki had sought out Meng Xingyao, who was skilled at making porridge, to prepare a variety of dishes for her sister.
"Please eat something," Uesugi Chigenki said tenderly, stroking her sister's pale hand.
Uesugi Akizuki showed no reaction, only blinking as a single tear mixed with a drop of blood rolled down her cheek.
Uesugi Chigenki's heart ached as she pulled her sister into a tight embrace.
Suddenly, Uesugi Chigenki's phone rang. It was Meng Xingyao calling.
"Su Ze is out of critical condition. You can tell her now."
"Really?" Uesugi Chigenki's face lit up with joy.
Su Ze hadn't died, but he had been teetering on the edge of death. They hadn't dared to tell Uesugi Akizuki.
After all, if Uesugi Akizuki knew Su Ze was alive but still in danger, and then had to watch him lying in a hospital bed, only to potentially die in front of her...
Such a second blow would have been too much for her to bear.
Uesugi Chigenki looked at her sister's vacant expression, unsure how to break the news.
After a moment of hesitation, she said, "Su Ze... is still alive."
In an instant, Uesugi Akizuki's body trembled. She turned her head and grabbed Uesugi Chigenki's hand!
Her eyes, once lifeless, now flickered with a spark of life. Her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to speak, but no words came out—her throat was too dry.
...
"His self-healing ability is more effective than any medication," the nurse said as she removed the needle from Su Ze's arm.
Su Ze lay in the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his face. The monitor beside him beeped steadily, recording his vital signs.
"I thought I was going to lose a son at such a young age," Shen Qingsheng said, relieved as he looked at Su Ze, who was now out of danger.
"Honk honk honk..." Meng Xingyao, who was peeling an apple nearby, burst into laughter that sounded like a goose's honk.
Her sense of humor was so low that just seeing Shen Qingsheng made her laugh.
Shen Qingsheng seemed to naturally exude a comedic aura, making it easy for people to lose themselves in laughter around him.
The two of them had survived a natural disaster, suffering severe injuries but recovering quickly. As for Su Ze, he had overused his laws and had a blade fragment lodged in his skull, which hadn't been removed.
He had been in critical condition for days, barely clinging to life. If they had been any later, he would have been gone.
"Ahhh—" Shen Qingsheng opened his mouth wide, leaning toward Meng Xingyao.
Meng Xingyao chuckled and shoved the entire peeled apple into his mouth.
"Ugh ugh ugh—" Shen Qingsheng choked, quickly pulling the apple out and gagging. "You're not very nurturing," he complained.
"Why should I be nurturing to you?" Meng Xingyao laughed. "I'm only nurturing to people I like."
"Really? I'm this handsome and I still can't win you over?" Shen Qingsheng preened, smoothing his hair in the reflection of the window.
"If you changed your gender, I might like you," Meng Xingyao teased.
"Changed my last name to yours?"
"Yes, changed to mine," Meng Xingyao said, unable to suppress her laughter.
"There's a double meaning there!" Shen Qingsheng finally caught on. Now he understood why Uesugi Chigenki often ignored Meng Xingyao.
She was just as mischievous as he was.
If it were Uesugi Chigenki, she probably would have burst into tears on the spot.
*Click!*
The door swung open, and a figure in red rushed in!
Uesugi Akizuki, who had been charging in recklessly, slowed her steps as soon as she saw Su Ze lying in the bed...

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.

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'!"