"Not exactly a cultivation partner," Ye Chuan said.
"More like a mascot."
"..." Bai Qianshuang didn't respond further, silently continuing to eat her breakfast.
She ate quickly—small bites, but finished in no time. "I'm done."
Ye Chuan glanced over. Bai Qianshuang had only eaten one bowl, far less than usual.
"Eating so little?"
"Mm." With a cold reply, she gathered her dishes and retreated to her room.
A moment later, Lan Xiaoke emerged, still wearing Ye Chuan's oversized T-shirt, the fabric straining against her figure. Noticing only Ye Chuan at the table, she tilted her head. "Where's Qianshuang?"
"In her room."
"Already ate?"
"Probably not." Ye Chuan sighed. "Why don’t you go ask?"
"Me?" Lan Xiaoke trotted to Bai Qianshuang’s door and knocked. "Qianshuang, can I come in?"
"..." No answer.
"Hehe, then I’m coming in~" She pushed the door open—only to be flung out seconds later by a surge of spiritual energy, landing unceremoniously on the floor.
Rubbing her head, Lan Xiaoke blinked. "Is Qianshuang mad?"
"Seems like it," Ye Chuan agreed.
"What’d I do?"
Watching the clueless silver-haired girl, Ye Chuan shook his head. "Never mind. Just come eat."
"Okay..."
———
Inside the room, Bai Qianshuang sat cross-legged on her bed, cycling cultivation techniques. Her aura fluctuated wildly—spiritual energy swirling around her in erratic bursts, absorbed recklessly, heedless of her body’s limits.
"I can’t focus," she murmured, opening her eyes. A suffocating frustration lodged in her chest.
Her inky hair floated faintly under the energy’s influence, her spiritual sword humming beside her.
"I can’t focus."
"I can’t focus."
For the first time, her usually tranquil mind was riddled with cracks.
"I was here first..."
"What’s wrong with me?"
"Relationships are mutual consent..."
"So why can’t I—"
Amid the spiraling energy, a breakthrough surged through her. Her power ascended to the next realm.
Staring at her jade-white fingers, she frowned. "I... broke through?"
The tension eased slightly, but her restlessness remained.
For the first time ever, she flickered out of the house alone.
"..." No word to Ye Chuan. Bai Qianshuang rarely ventured out solo. Pausing at the gate, she glanced at the guard dog Xiao Hei before striding down the path.
Soon, she reached the outskirts of the urban village.
Hesitating near the bus stop, a familiar voice called out: "Qianshuang? What’s up?"
She turned. Luo Xi stood there, a woven grocery basket in hand, her high ponytail swaying.
"Luo Xi," Bai Qianshuang acknowledged softly.
Running into Luo Xi wasn’t odd—she lived nearby, and morning jogs were her habit.
"Groceries?"
"Yep! Farm-raised chicken for Chuan." Luo Xi beamed, pulling a clucking chicken head from the basket. "See? Rode my bike 30 miles to get it!"
"Bok bok!"
"Since cultivating, I don’t even get tired biking!" She proudly added ginger. "This’ll make the best ginger chicken stew later."
Her sunshine demeanor lifted Bai Qianshuang’s mood slightly. Eyeing the plump chicken, she remarked, "Very fat."
"Right?" Luo Xi grinned—then paused. "You’re upset?"
"..." Bai Qianshuang shook her head. "No."
"No?" Luo Xi studied her face. Though impassive as ever, something felt off.
After a beat, Luo Xi asked, "Is it about Ye Chuan?"
Silence.
"Did he bully you?"
"No."
"I see~" Luo Xi drew out the words, mischief glinting. "Well! Since you’re out, wanna stroll with me?"
"Stroll...?"
"Fresh air’s good!" She thumbed up.
"Okay." Bai Qianshuang agreed but eyed the chicken. "It..."
Luo Xi swung the basket. "Let it enjoy the breeze! Tastier that way."
"Bok?"
"Fine."
They wandered to a small park Bai Qianshuang recognized.
"Lots of greenery here—so refreshing!" Luo Xi chirped. Noticing Bai Qianshuang’s lingering gloom, she fished out a candy. "Here."
"..." Bai Qianshuang took it. "Candy?"
"Yup! Sit with me." On the bench, Luo Xi kicked her legs. "Sweet things help."
Bai Qianshuang unwrapped it—then offered it back.
"Hehe, I’ve got my own."
The sugar soothed her slightly, but words stuck in her throat.
"I..."
"Relax! No need to talk." Luo Xi stretched, smiling. "Just breathe. Feels nice, right?"
"Yes."
Watching children play and elders exercise, Bai Qianshuang’s tension ebbed.
"Luo Xi."
"Hm?"
"You’re always happy."
"Me?" Luo Xi leaned on her knees, gazing at the leaves. "Not really. But..."
"Why frown when you can smile?"
She winked.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
