After purchasing the "Steal Crops" feature for the herb garden, Ye Chuan first took a glance at the Qingyun Sect's herb garden. Since he had already looted it once before, a quick scan through his phone confirmed there were no other spiritual herbs left.
Ye Chuan smirked, plucked a few stray weeds, and closed the interface. At least the weeds from the cultivation world had some use, containing traces of spiritual energy.
But it didn’t matter—he could just wait for those guys to replant. Harvesting would be easier in the future anyway.
The "Steal Crops" feature was unlocked based on the herb gardens he had visited. The more gardens he explored, the more places he could loot.
"Is the Qingyun Sect’s herb garden… the only one?"
"Is there a chance for me to visit other sects’ gardens?"
Ye Chuan pondered. It wasn’t impossible to find opportunities to visit other sects, but he wasn’t familiar with the locations and situations of the various sects across the Tianxuan Continent.
He didn’t dwell on it further. After double-checking the garden to ensure he hadn’t missed anything, he set his phone aside and went to take a bath.
Steam curled in the air.
Soaking in the tub, Ye Chuan stretched his legs, relaxing both body and mind. Just as he was fully unwinding, he turned his head and noticed a face peeking out from the wall.
Lan Xiaoke: (●´ω｀●)
Ye Chuan: "…"
"Ye Chuan, can you help me set up my streaming equipment?" Lan Xiaoke blinked. If Ye Chuan weren’t used to it by now, the sudden appearance of a head in the wall would’ve startled him.
It was almost like one of those eerie tales from Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio—a beautiful woman’s head floating mysteriously.
"Wait till I finish my bath," Ye Chuan yawned, lazily narrowing his eyes. It wasn’t a big deal anyway—just setting up a livestream wouldn’t take long.
"Yay!" Lan Xiaoke turned away, presumably fiddling with her phone on the other side of the wall—after all, she couldn’t exactly bring her phone through solid matter.
Ye Chuan glanced at the lower half of Lan Xiaoke’s body still embedded in the wall and gave it a light pat, eliciting a soft "eep!" from her.
After his bath, Ye Chuan went to Lan Xiaoke’s room to help set up her streaming gear. Following his instructions, she put on a real short-sleeved shirt.
"Hehe." Lan Xiaoke tugged at the hem of the oversized shirt and spun around cutely.
The shirt actually belonged to Ye Chuan, so it didn’t fit her perfectly, but the loose drape added a lazy, endearing charm.
Previously, Lan Xiaoke’s clothes were all illusions she conjured herself. But now, with the shirt on, Ye Chuan pulled out his phone—
On the camera screen, Lan Xiaoke’s body was invisible. Only the shirt remained, floating as if worn by an unseen figure.
"Somehow… this feels oddly suggestive," Ye Chuan mused. It was just a shirt, but seeing it in the camera’s view made him ask her to put on a pair of denim shorts as well.
"Got it!"
The shorts belonged to Luo Xi. Their body types were different—Lan Xiaoke was on the petite side—so the shorts hugged her curves a little snugly.
"Not bad." Ye Chuan observed the screen, where only the clothes moved independently, with no trace of Lan Xiaoke herself.
"Alright, just sit there and start streaming." Ye Chuan pointed at the chair.
"I’ll try!"
Lan Xiaoke began her livestream—or more accurately, she started gaming, since the stream was just a side hustle for some extra cash.
Soon, she got so absorbed in the game that she forgot about the stream entirely, clicking away enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, thanks to the algorithm’s recommendations, her livestream gradually attracted seven or eight viewers. The stream’s title was particularly eye-catching—
"This Female Ghost Can Actually Play Games?"
Newcomers to the stream were stunned—an empty chair with nothing but a floating short-sleeved shirt, filled out as if worn by someone invisible.
The mouse and keyboard moved on their own, clacking away as the game played on-screen.
[LMAO, streamers these days are next-level with their gimmicks.]
[Damn, that figure though?]
Is this just a green-screen effect with the host wearing green clothes?
[The editing is so seamless, zero flaws.]
[Mom, I’m scared.]
[Yesterday I watched an immortal cultivating, today a ghost gaming—who said China can’t do good special effects?]
As the comments rolled in, the viewer count slowly climbed, though not as fast as Bai Qianshuang’s streams.
After all, Ye Chuan had helped promote Bai Qianshuang’s channel, whereas Lan Xiaoke was mostly relying on organic traffic.
…
When Lan Xiaoke finally paused to take a break, she was shocked to see her viewer count had reached one or two thousand.
Wow.
Ye Chuan’s idea really worked. Lan Xiaoke giggled to herself, though no one could see her expression.
"Gift me, and I’ll show you what a true gunslinger looks like!"
She clicked her mouse, and the energetic beats of Phoenix Dance in the Sky blasted through the stream. Swaying to the music, she started bobbing her head—still completely invisible to the audience—while simultaneously showcasing her "skills" in both singing and shooting.
(Neither of which were particularly impressive.)
Meanwhile, in the next room, Ye Chuan lay in bed video-calling Luo Xi. On the other end, the girl seemed to be adjusting something, faint music playing in the background.
"What are you up to?" Ye Chuan asked, hearing her slightly labored breathing.
Definitely not jogging.
"Practicing dance, Chuan-Chuan. The broadcasting club has a performance for the school festival, remember?" Luo Xi’s voice came through the call.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan noticed the camera was angled toward the headboard. "Let me see?"
"Hehe, no! You’ll see it when it’s polished."
Ye Chuan didn’t push it. Seeing Luo Xi’s shyness, he idly scrolled on his phone, chatting with her between pauses.
"Phew… Alright, Chuan-Chuan, I’m gonna shower now." Luo Xi picked up her phone again after finishing practice, and only then did Ye Chuan notice the crescent-shaped sweat stains on her shirt.
"Oh?" Ye Chuan smirked. "Take me with you."
"No way!" Luo Xi stuck out her tongue playfully before hanging up. "Bye~"
After the call ended, Ye Chuan shrugged. He planned to lounge around until midnight to unlock the next adventure phase, but suddenly, the pendant on his chest glowed.
A violet light coalesced in the air, materializing into Lilith’s petite form.
"…" Lilith slowly opened her eyes, floating mid-air as usual, one leg elegantly crossed over the other.
"Lilith? What brings you out today?"
Lilith rested her chin on her hand, studying Ye Chuan for a moment before speaking. "Something significant may happen soon. Be prepared."
"Significant? What do you mean?"
"I can sense spatial disturbances in this area. It’ll occur within this timeframe." She paused, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"Not that I’m worried about you dying. I just need you to collect spirit essences, that’s all."
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?"
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)
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
