Evening.
"I'm not hungry."
Ye Chuan, seated at the dining table, turned his gaze toward the cold-faced young woman sitting stiffly on a chair not far away. He had prepared a lavish meal the moment he returned home, only for Bai Qianshuang to remain unmoved when he called her to eat.
Bai Qianshuang had changed back into her white robe, her jet-black hair cascading down like an ink painting, her demeanor so ethereal she might as well have been an actual celestial being.
No—she was a celestial being.
"Not hungry?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Not hungry." Bai Qianshuang’s expression remained indifferent, her beautiful eyes devoid of any emotion. She sat quietly, unwilling to say another word.
Even as her stomach growled thunderously.
If I hadn’t seen the logs of you rolling around starving in bed, I might’ve believed you…
Of course, Ye Chuan didn’t voice that thought. Noticing Bai Qianshuang’s frosty attitude, he asked, puzzled, "Did I do something to upset you? Why the sudden cold shoulder? Is it that time of the month?"
"My aunt has long passed away."
"That’s not the kind of 'aunt' I meant," Ye Chuan said.
"I only have one aunt." Bai Qianshuang’s peripheral vision kept drifting toward the fragrant dishes on the table. Her throat moved involuntarily before she muttered,
"You—the scoundrel who stole my undergarments last night."
Huh?
Ye Chuan blinked. Undergarments?
"When did I ever do such a thing?" he asked, baffled. Last night, he had been on the verge of suffocating all night due to his weak heart—when would he have had the time to steal undergarments?
Had a thief broken in?
Bai Qianshuang studied Ye Chuan’s expression and saw no trace of deception. She frowned slightly but still explained, "This morning, you placed my undergarments on the table along with my robe."
With the robe…
Oh, so that wasn’t a belt—it was underwear?
Finally understanding, Ye Chuan realized why Bai Qianshuang had been treating him like a pervert since he got home.
But was it really his fault?
The system had given it as a reward, and he had assumed it was just a belt, so he’d left it with the robe. Even if he had known, he wouldn’t have cared.
I’d rather have gotten another Tiger Strength Pill.
Ye Chuan valued practicality—especially things that could cure his illness.
"I thought it was a belt and washed it with the robe," Ye Chuan said, straight-faced, sensing the tension.
"When I changed into that black dress, I didn’t take it off," Bai Qianshuang retorted coldly, convinced he was just making excuses.
"Are you sure?" Ye Chuan raised his voice. "You were exhausted yesterday, barely conscious—can you really be certain?"
Bai Qianshuang hesitated at his words, seeing the mix of indignation and hurt on his face. "I…"
But she distinctly remembered…
Slap!
Ye Chuan’s palm struck the table with a loud bang, jolting Bai Qianshuang out of her thoughts. Clutching his chest in exaggerated anguish, he cried,
"Not only did I wash your clothes, but I rushed back from school to cook for you because I was worried you’d be hungry—and this is how you repay me?!"
"You passed out multiple times yesterday. If I really wanted to do something, why would I just steal undergarments? I could’ve—ahem—done way worse! And even if I had stolen them, would I have washed them and given them back?"
His words left Bai Qianshuang speechless. Her eyes flickered as she realized his logic was flawless.
Who would steal something only to clean it and return it?
Besides, she had been in no state to resist—depleted of spiritual energy and injured, she had been weaker than an ordinary person.
Realizing she might have wronged Ye Chuan, guilt immediately flooded her heart. "I’m sorry, Ye Chuan. I misunderstood you."
"Too late. You’ve wounded my soul," Ye Chuan said icily, slumping into his chair.
When Bai Qianshuang met his gaze, he deliberately turned away.
Silence. Let her stew in it.
Seeing his refusal to acknowledge her, Bai Qianshuang quickly moved to sit beside him. "Please give me a chance to make it up to you."
Her voice grew quieter, her head bowing in shame.
"Fine, I’ll let it go," Ye Chuan relented after a pause, waving a hand.
"But you’d better give me some legendary immortal cultivation technique as compensation."
Bai Qianshuang looked troubled. "My storage pouch is gone, and the Jade Void Sect’s techniques are only suited for women."
"Then do you have anything that can boost strength or cure illnesses?" Ye Chuan pressed.
"Dual cultivation," Bai Qianshuang suggested after a moment.
"You know it?" Ye Chuan was surprised.
"I grew up training in the Jade Void Sect and have never taken a cultivation partner," Bai Qianshuang admitted. Though many of her fellow disciples kept companions for dual cultivation, she had always relied on herself.
"So you can’t do this, can’t do that—how exactly are you going to make it up to me?" Ye Chuan challenged.
Stumped, Bai Qianshuang fell silent before finally murmuring, "Ye Chuan, I’ll do anything you ask. Consider it my apology."
"Oh? So if I said I wanted to touch you, you’d agree?"
Bai Qianshuang shuddered slightly, her fingers tightening around her robe. "Since I was at fault… yes."
"Then just promise you’ll stay here with me," Ye Chuan said with a grin.
Bai Qianshuang closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling. "Very well."
A second later, her eyes flew open. "You… don’t want to touch me?"
"Did I say I would? You’re the one with the dirty mind," Ye Chuan teased, raising an eyebrow.
Bai Qianshuang’s ears turned red, the flush spreading down her neck. "I—I didn’t mean anything by it," she stammered.
"Just keep your promise—no running off," Ye Chuan said.
Obviously, the daily 2,000 yuan is way better than groping some woman.
His biggest fear was Bai Qianshuang leaving.
The longer she stayed, the better—ideally, forever.
She was like a sunflower that passively generated sunlight, occasionally dropping cultivation tools. If Ye Chuan weren’t so principled, anyone else might’ve just locked her up.
Besides, he needed to build goodwill. Doing something like that would only ruin it.
Ye Chuan wasn’t that stupid.
"Ye Chuan, you’re a righteous man," Bai Qianshuang exhaled softly, clearly moved by his integrity. His actions over the past two days had earned her deep trust, and the sight of the table full of food stirred genuine gratitude.
He had cared for her without expecting anything in return.
The thought of having nearly wronged such a selfless person filled her with remorse.
Grrrr— Another loud growl from her stomach.
Ye Chuan shot her a glance. "Let’s eat first. Your stomach’s about to start a symphony."
Later, he’d have to teach her how to use the shower.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?"
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."
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.”
