After picking up the clothes, Ye Chuan took Wang Yanran straight home.
The moment they stepped inside, a familiar scent instantly enveloped them. Wang Yanran felt as if her breathing had suddenly become smoother, every pore on her body tingling with delight.
"What are you standing there for?" Ye Chuan noticed Wang Yanran lingering at the doorway with a blissful expression and waved her in to sit down.
Wang Yanran quickly followed, only to spot a familiar figure curled up on the sofa, dozing off in front of a TV drama.
It was Lan Xiaoke.
She was wearing a loose pink nightgown, her legs stretched lazily—though it looked more like an oversized T-shirt, leaving a portion of her shoulder exposed.
"Hmm?" Perhaps because Wang Yanran had begun absorbing spiritual energy, she suddenly sensed that Lan Xiaoke’s aura was stronger than hers.
How could this be…?
The first time they met, Lan Xiaoke had been nothing more than a timid girl who could only whimper. Yet in the blink of an eye, she had surpassed Wang Yanran in strength.
No, not just surpassed—she was far stronger.
"Did you sweep the floor?" Ye Chuan pinched Lan Xiaoke’s chubby cheeks as he scolded her for lazing around.
"Mmmmph~" Lan Xiaoke’s head wobbled as Ye Chuan shook her, her muffled protests barely coherent.
"Ye Chuan, you’re back?" Once she realized it was him, Lan Xiaoke slowly floated up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She absentmindedly scratched her back under her clothes before finally noticing Wang Yanran standing there.
"Eek! Intruder!" The moment she saw Wang Yanran, Lan Xiaoke immediately darted behind Ye Chuan to hide.
It seemed the trauma from the electric chair was still fresh, making Lan Xiaoke unable to accept Wang Yanran’s presence.
"Hsss!" She even started hissing like a cat.
"Uh…" Wang Yanran had met Lan Xiaoke several times by now, but she hadn’t expected the girl’s wariness to remain so high.
Still, since Lan Xiaoke was Ye Chuan’s companion, she couldn’t exactly complain.
Besides, with Lan Xiaoke’s current strength, Wang Yanran’s talismans would be useless against her.
"Enough." Ye Chuan patted Lan Xiaoke’s head before asking, "Has Qianshuang come out today?"
"Nope." Lan Xiaoke had actually peeked into Bai Qianshuang’s room earlier but didn’t disturb her when she saw her meditating. "She’s been live-streaming her cultivation! Her viewership is crazy high!"
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and checked Bai Qianshuang’s stream. Compared to the middle of the night, her live audience had now reached 20,000!
"No way…"
The chat was flooded with small but countless gifts, adding up to a substantial income.
Ye Chuan sighed.
"I wish I could get gifts like that too."
Most viewers seemed to be keeping track of Bai Qianshuang’s meditation time, marveling at how long she could maintain it.
[Bro, how many hours has it been now?]
[No clue, she was already meditating when I joined. I slept a whole day and she’s still at it.]
[Feels like an AI effect. No way this is real.]
[I was here from the start—she’s been sitting for almost a full day.]
[Damn, my neck hurts just from scrolling my phone for a bit.]
[Probably a pre-recorded loop.]
The chat buzzed with speculation, though many had already dismissed Bai Qianshuang as a digital effect.
Then, after nearly a day of silent cultivation, Bai Qianshuang finally stirred. Her eyelids fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she did, the already frantic chat exploded—
[HOLY SHT SHE MOVED!]
[Wait, wasn’t this a fake stream? Or is it still fake? Who sits like this for a whole day?]
[Pfft, I once took a 30-hour hard-seat train ride.]
[Yeah, but you could at least shift around. She didn’t move a muscle.]
[OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]
The chat went wild as everyone noticed how ethereal Bai Qianshuang looked upon waking—like a celestial fairy from legends!
But Bai Qianshuang’s focus wasn’t on the phone. She stopped circulating her energy and instead groped around the nearby table until she found a bag of chips.
[LMAO she was just hungry!]
[Of course she is! I’ve been watching—she hasn’t eaten anything.]
[You sat here watching her meditate all day? That’s even more boring.]
[Boring? She’s made thousands in gifts today. How much did you earn being ‘not bored’?]
[She’s so pretty though, where’s she from?]
Like a little hamster, Bai Qianshuang crunched through the chips under the gaze of 20,000 viewers before finally remembering something and glancing at her phone.
"Phone…" She leaned closer, only now noticing the barrage of comments.
"Huh?"
The sheer volume of messages seemed to overwhelm her.
Were all these people…
her audience?
Why were there so many?
"Ah…" Bai Qianshuang’s eyes darted across the screen, struggling to keep up.
"Hello." Her cool, clear voice sent the chat into another frenzy.
[Wow, her voice is amazing too!]
[Is this what they call an ice-queen voice?]
[Meh, my spicy-stick bubblegum voice is better.]
Bai Qianshuang checked the time and realized Ye Chuan had returned.
"Thank you. Goodbye." She spoke softly to the phone before ending the stream.
As the words "Live has ended" appeared, the 20,000 viewers were left stunned.
Wait—
She just woke up and left?
One "hello" and she’s gone?
Even the gift-spamming big spenders were dumbfounded, quickly clicking on her profile—only to find no posts, no bio, and a profile picture of just a sword.
Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang pushed open her door and noticed Ye Chuan and the others.
"Qianshuang, hahaha!" Ye Chuan was still holding his phone, amused by the chaos in the chat.
Her abrupt departure had left everyone in disbelief.
"What’s wrong, Ye Chuan?" Bai Qianshuang tilted her head, confused by his laughter.
She instinctively touched her face, checking for anything unusual.
"Never mind." Ye Chuan didn’t feel the need to coach her—after all, people seemed to love her streams precisely because of her unpredictability. Maybe sudden sign-offs were part of her charm?
Bai Qianshuang then asked, "Ye Chuan, did I earn any money?"
She handed him her phone.
She didn’t understand these things, but with so many people watching, surely there was some profit?
Bai Qianshuang wanted to give all the earnings to Ye Chuan—it was her way of repaying him.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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?"
