“What happens next is better left unknown.”
Uesugi Akizuki tapped her fingers lightly on the table, causing the space around her to tremble. The long sword at her side buzzed and hummed in response.
In the next moment, a deafening roar of sword resonance erupted from every corner—inside the room, outside, the bedroom, the study, the hall.
Resonance?
Su Ze’s expression turned slightly grave. The overwhelming soundwaves from so many swords resonated so powerfully that the space itself seemed to twist and distort, like a river churned by a coiling dragon.
“How many?” Uesugi Akizuki stopped tapping her fingers and asked.
“Twelve swords,” Su Ze replied.
Uesugi Akizuki took a sip of tea and said calmly, “You may choose one as a gift for joining the Uesugi Family through marriage.”
Su Ze was stunned. Joining… through marriage?
He fell silent for a moment, then shook his head.
“Are you refusing to take responsibility for my daughter?” Uesugi Akizuki frowned slightly, her hand gripping the hilt of the long sword sheathed in a pale pink scabbard wrapped with bandages.
“I will take responsibility for Xiao Han… Uesugi Akizuki, but I cannot join the family through marriage,” Su Ze said firmly.
“Reason.”
“I am a prodigy of China. Leaving aside whether I am willing or not, how would the people of China view me if I joined another family through marriage? Moreover, Rakshasa is an organization of Japan. If a Chinese prodigy were to join through marriage, how would foreign nations perceive China?” Su Ze explained.
“I don’t mean to elevate my status by invoking the nation, but this would indeed have an impact on the country. I cannot agree to it.”
Uesugi Akizuki hadn’t expected Su Ze to consider so much.
She was truly at a loss. The current situation of Rakshasa was not optimistic, and they needed to rely on China for survival. Even if she was unwilling to let Uesugi Akizuki marry out, what could she do?
Take Uesugi Akizuki away from Su Ze? Given how much Uesugi Akizuki depended on Su Ze, that was unrealistic.
Moreover, Uesugi Akizuki didn’t want to impose her will on her daughter, even if it was her own. She had already failed Uesugi Akizuki too much.
“Bring Akizuki here,” Uesugi Akizuki said, watching Su Ze’s retreating figure, her hand pressed against her forehead in frustration.
Su Ze felt like two students who had done something wrong, called into the teacher’s office. One went in first, while the other waited outside, only to be called in later to face the same scolding.
“Wait!” Just as Su Ze reached the bottom of the stairs, Yuan Qinghe, who had been waiting for a while, grabbed his sleeve.
“What is it?” Su Ze turned his head, suddenly wondering if his tone toward his future father-in-law had been a bit too disrespectful.
It had seemed too arrogant, too dismissive. He softened his tone. “Is there something you need?”
“About that problem you mentioned…” Yuan Qinghe frowned, thinking hard. “If the birth certificate is lost, how do you prove your birth…”
Su Ze was baffled. Was he still stuck on this? “Just take your ID card and go get a new one, isn’t that enough?”
“Ah… I see!” Yuan Qinghe’s eyes lit up, as if he had just had an epiphany. He looked at Su Ze as if he were a genius!
He suddenly became frantic. “I’ll go get one right now!”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Su Ze quickly shouted after him, “Your birth certificate isn’t actually lost, is it?”
Yuan Qinghe paused, “Oh… right!”
He was momentarily confused. Why had he been agonizing over this for so long?
Watching the bewildered Yuan Qinghe, Su Ze finally understood why Uesugi Akizuki was so intelligent, while both the big dummy and the little dummy were so… well, clueless.
Su Ze found Xiao Han by a small stream outside the Tenshukaku, playing in the water. Behind her stood the girl who had opened the gate for them when they first arrived.
Xiao Han crouched by the stream, her hands submerged in the water, unmoving for a long time. The girl behind her stood as still as a wooden doll.
Su Ze approached quietly, silently observing the figure of the girl with wine-red hair in a white dress.
Suddenly, Xiao Han cupped a handful of water and examined it carefully. A smile spread across her face as she held the water out to Su Ze.
The water was clear, and within it, a tiny, translucent shrimp could be seen.
Xiao Han smiled innocently. Su Ze patted her head and said, “Impressive.”
Pleased by the praise, Xiao Han gently released the shrimp back into the stream, wiped her hands carelessly on her skirt, and then took Su Ze’s hand.
Su Ze and Xiao Han returned to the Tenshukaku and went upstairs.
Uesugi Akizuki, dressed in a kimono, stood by the window, gazing into the distance. A gentle breeze lifted her long hair. At her waist hung two long swords—one with a pink scabbard wrapped in bandages, and the other with a dark red scabbard.
The dark red scabbard was intricately patterned, with designs that spread densely from the mouth of the sheath to the tip, resembling the branches of a tree. The patterns grew sparser toward the end.
Su Ze could faintly sense that those patterns emitted a faint, dark red glow.
Uesugi Akizuki turned around. This woman, who was already a wife and mother of two beautiful daughters, still retained her stunning beauty. Her mature age only added to her charm.
Dressed in a kimono with two long swords at her waist and her hair tied in a high ponytail like a kendo girl, she exuded an air of dominance and sharpness.
Uesugi Akizuki drew the pink sword from her waist, her expression complex as she gazed at the blade that had accompanied her for so long. She let out a sigh of relief. “This is the Autumn Slash Cherry. It has been my trusted companion for many years.”
“Its characteristics are lightness, resilience, sharpness, the ability to kill without a trace, and it conserves a great deal of energy when wielded. Its durable material makes it nearly unbreakable.”
She then drew the dark red sword from her waist. “This is a cursed blade, the Demon Slayer. When used, it rapidly consumes energy. Its dark red blade light has a wide range of destruction, but wielding it requires immense strength. It is heavy and powerful, with devastating force.”
“Su Ze, you are still too weak. I hope you can grow stronger quickly,” Uesugi Akizuki said, her tone no longer proud but purely that of a mother entrusting her daughter to her son-in-law. “I have failed Akizuki too much. I hope you can protect her in my place from now on.”
“I will give you the Demon Slayer,” Uesugi Akizuki said, holding out the dark red blade to Su Ze with one hand. “Don’t let Akizuki down… She’s so sweet… Please, don’t fail her…”
Su Ze accepted the Demon Slayer with both hands, noticing that Uesugi Akizuki’s emotions seemed unstable.
“Akizuki,” Uesugi Akizuki said tenderly, stroking her daughter’s wine-red hair. She pressed her forehead against Xiao Han’s, her smile a mix of relief and forced cheerfulness. Tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it.
Xiao Han seemed to sense her mother’s emotions and gently embraced her, just as she often did with Su Ze, burying her head in her mother’s chest.
Uesugi Akizuki quickly composed herself. She patted her daughter’s head, took a step back, and held out the Autumn Slash Cherry with one hand.
“Akizuki… you must protect yourself from now on…” Uesugi Akizuki’s voice choked with emotion. “I’ve been an inadequate mother…”
Xiao Han shook her head, tears inexplicably forming in her eyes as well. She stepped forward, arms outstretched, wanting to hug her mother.
Uesugi Akizuki took a step back, avoiding her daughter’s embrace, still holding out the Autumn Slash Cherry.
But Xiao Han didn’t care. She lunged forward and threw herself into her mother’s arms.
Uesugi Akizuki was momentarily stunned. She placed the Autumn Slash Cherry at her waist and then embraced her daughter tightly.

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.”

ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.

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?!

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!