Su Cheng stepped down from the competition grounds, his eyes brimming with newfound confidence and determination, an indescribable radiance flickering between his brows.
To the average person, this was merely an annual holiday tradition—a simple "arrow-vase throwing contest." But for Su Cheng, the experience held extraordinary significance.
Because he could see the shift in how people regarded him, their acknowledgment of his relationship with Ji Qingyi.
Though physically weary, his heart was light with relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from his shoulders. The world seemed renewed, and so did his state of mind.
When he reached the contestants' seating area, murmurs rippled through the crowd. The other participants stole glances at him, their eyes alight with admiration, as if reassessing him with fresh wonder—like he was some rare marvel.
"Look at him—there’s something inexplicably impressive about him," whispered one female contestant to her boyfriend.
Coincidentally, her boyfriend had some experience with kyudo (Japanese archery). Nodding, he replied, "You don’t practice kyudo, so you just sense he’s skilled. But if you understood the art, you’d realize just how exceptional he is."
"How exceptional, exactly?" the girl pressed, wide-eyed.
A hint of pride flashed across her boyfriend’s face as he explained, "To put it simply, the level he just demonstrated? That’s finals-tier performance from last year’s national kyudo championship."
"You mean he could win the whole thing?" she gasped.
"Exactly. Didn’t you see how stunned the hosts and judges were? It’s like an Olympian competing in a school sports day—a total mismatch. The gap in skill can’t even be quantified."
The girl nodded thoughtfully, her gaze drifting to Su Cheng as he took his seat. She had once thought the couple mismatched, but now, they seemed perfectly suited.
"President," Su Cheng greeted as he sat down, ignoring the eager stares around him and focusing solely on the poised and elegant Ji Qingyi beside him.
"You seem in good spirits," Ji Qingyi remarked mildly, her tone measured—neither overly warm nor indifferent.
She wasn’t suppressing her emotions deliberately. But with Li Guanqi seated right behind them, excessive displays would only seem forced. She trusted Su Cheng understood.
"It feels like a weight’s been lifted," Su Cheng admitted, ducking his head slightly. "I only managed to hit the mark today thanks to your guidance."
Ji Qingyi shook her head. "Don’t credit me. The one who truly helped you was yourself. I merely offered a nudge."
"You planned this all along, didn’t you?" Su Cheng chuckled wryly. "You knew exactly how this would play out, so you deliberately lost points to let me have my moment."
Ji Qingyi glanced at Li Guanqi behind them, who was sipping water like an uninvolved spectator, seemingly oblivious to their conversation.
Su Cheng followed her gaze—and froze. The water bottle Li Guanqi was drinking from was the same one he’d used to take his medicine earlier.
But he didn’t react outwardly. Instead, he said, "By the way, if Li Guanqi hadn’t helped me with my medication earlier, I—"
"I know," Ji Qingyi interjected. "I’ve already spoken with her about it."
"Still, I’d like to thank her properly," Su Cheng insisted. "Thank you."
"Just helping a fellow student. No need for formalities," Li Guanqi replied flatly, screwing the cap back on and standing. "I’ll take my leave now. Oh, and congratulations on your performance, Su Cheng."
"Thanks. See you."
They watched Li Guanqi depart. The moment she was gone, Su Cheng eagerly clasped Ji Qingyi’s delicate hand.
"President…"
"What is it?"
Su Cheng hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to say your name."
There was so much gratitude he wanted to express for her thoughtfulness, but the words had grown stale from overuse—even he was tired of them.
For now, all he could do was hold her hand tightly, letting the warmth between them speak for itself.
"Hm." Ji Qingyi lowered her eyes, observing Su Cheng’s larger hand enveloping hers. Without hesitation, she placed her other hand atop his, covering it completely.
"President?" Su Cheng looked up in surprise—only to meet her gaze directly.
Their reflections lingered in each other’s eyes. No words were needed; the warmth in their intertwined hands said more than enough.
After a long silence—
"What’s the prize for winning?" Su Cheng asked, shifting topics for the sake of their audience.
"Not sure," Ji Qingyi admitted.
"Then let’s just go."
Su Cheng stood, tugging her wrist gently. "Whatever the ranking, I don’t care anymore. Today’s our date—that’s what matters."
"Mm. Very well." Ji Qingyi offered no resistance, letting him lead her out.
But the moment they stepped beyond the pavilion—
"Su Cheng! Su Cheng!"
"Su Cheng, wait!"
Voices called after them, but Su Cheng didn’t stop. Instead, he tightened his grip on Ji Qingyi’s hand and sped up, explaining, "No more wasted time. No more interruptions to our date."
"Mm." Ji Qingyi’s soft agreement was all the confirmation he needed.
"What time does the date end?"
"Started at nine this morning. Ends at nine tonight."
"Got it."
Minutes later, Su Cheng brought Ji Qingyi to the entrance of a modestly decorated hotel. Nervously releasing her hand, he ventured, "President, would you like to rest here for a bit? We can grab a meal, then hit the night market later."
"You decide."
Ji Qingyi nodded and followed him inside. Her eyes swept across the room, taking in every detail.
"President, since it’s just a short break," Su Cheng added hastily, "I’ll book a single room?"
"Mm."
Her quiet assent came as she settled onto the sofa, eyes closed.
Relieved, Su Cheng turned to check in—only to freeze at the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.
Liu Qingyue appeared, lazily twirling a keycard between her fingers. "Well, what a coincidence."
Before Su Cheng could speak, she tossed the card to him. "This is the only decent hotel around. I’ve inspected the room—feel free to use it."
With that, she strode past them toward the exit.
"President?" Su Cheng glanced at Ji Qingyi, who merely hummed in acknowledgment before rising.
They found the room using the keycard. Su Cheng slid it in, pushed the door open—and instantly stiffened.
The moment the card activated the power, the room flooded with a dim, rosy glow.
This was what she called "no problem"?!
SLAM— Su Cheng yanked the door shut.
He turned to Ji Qingyi, still visibly shaken, and said, "President, let's switch to a different room."
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.”
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."
. 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!"
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.
