Sunny beaches, ocean waves, but no cacti in sight.
"Burp." Ye Chuan lay sprawled on a beach chair, wearing swim trunks and sunglasses.
Not far away by the shore, a group of girls giggled and splashed in the water, their youthful energy giving Ye Chuan a sense of surreal nostalgia.
"Ah, this is what youth looks like," Ye Chuan mused aloud.
A voice chimed in from beside him, "You’re only twenty and already reminiscing about youth?"
"Something like that," Ye Chuan replied, glancing at the neighboring beach chair where Ke Ning lounged, a high-tech Rubik’s cube floating lazily above her.
"Not joining them in the water?"
"No. Just watching is enough. UV rays stimulate melanocytes," Ke Ning said flatly. "Besides, I don’t like sunbathing."
"Don’t like sunbathing, yet you’re dressed rather boldly," Ye Chuan remarked, eyeing her pink bikini—the most revealing swimwear among the group.
"Are you secretly a closet exhibitionist or something?" he teased.
"..." Ke Ning paused for a beat. "What do you think?"
"Never mind. Since we’re at the beach, might as well enjoy it." Ye Chuan reclined, his gaze lingering on the generous view Ke Ning seemed entirely unbothered by.
Turning his attention back to Luo Xi and the others, he saw they’d started a game of beach volleyball.
"Nice shot," Ye Chuan muttered under his breath as he watched.
Pulling out his phone, he checked the status of each tenant. But when he noticed Bai Qianshuang’s favorability had plummeted, he frowned. "Huh?"
What’s this…?
Scrolling through the logs, he saw Bai Qianshuang’s favorability had been dropping steadily. Once the highest, it had now fallen below even Lan Xiaoke’s, nearly matching Ke Ning’s.
"We’re here to relax—how is her favorability still dropping?" Ye Chuan pondered. Was it because of the volleyball game with Lan Xiaoke?
He could cut back on that.
The last thing he wanted was Bai Qianshuang awakening her empress memories and decapitating him.
"Nope." Ye Chuan stood abruptly and strode toward Luo Xi and the others.
"Chuan-Chuan, wanna join?" Luo Xi grinned, hugging the volleyball. The sunlight caught her smile, warm as a summer breeze.
"Sure. Four’s perfect for a match."
Ye Chuan caught the ball Luo Xi tossed his way, his eyes flickering toward Bai Qianshuang—only for her to avert her gaze the moment their eyes met.
She’s in a bad mood, huh?
"I’ll team up with Qianshuang!" Lan Xiaoke, ever the opportunist, immediately latched onto the strongest player present.
No way we’ll lose, right?
"Fine, you two pair up. Luo Xi and I will take you on," Ye Chuan said.
Plus, watching from the opposite side had its perks.
"Here we go." Ye Chuan served, deliberately aiming for Bai Qianshuang.
Bai Qianshuang: "..."
The volleyball soared toward her. After a brief pause, she leaped and struck.
A seemingly gentle tap unleashed terrifying force, sending the ball rocketing toward Ye Chuan like lightning.
"Whoosh—!"
It landed in the sand behind him, kicking up a towering spray.
"Uh…" Lan Xiaoke and Luo Xi gaped.
Since when did volleyball pack that much power?
"My apologies. I may have used a bit too much strength," Bai Qianshuang said coolly. "But given your cultivation, a hit like that shouldn’t harm you."
"No, it wouldn’t hurt," Ye Chuan admitted, scratching his cheek. With a flick of his fingers, the ball returned to his hand.
He gave it a light tap, this time directing it toward Lan Xiaoke.
"Hyah!" Lan Xiaoke sprang up to receive it, her energetic movements leaving Ye Chuan momentarily stunned.
"I got it!" Luo Xi intercepted the return pass.
"Chuan-Chuan!"
Ye Chuan followed up, again targeting Bai Qianshuang.
In a blur of motion, Bai Qianshuang vanished and reappeared mid-air, her palm striking the ball with spiritual energy. It shot back like a meteor.
"..."
Ye Chuan blinked. She’s really not holding back.
He could’ve phased out or teleported to dodge, but considering the aftermath, he simply closed his eyes and stood his ground.
Seeing him make no move to evade, Bai Qianshuang’s eyes flickered. At the last second, she extended her hand, channeling energy to halt the ball mid-flight.
It spun furiously in front of Ye Chuan’s face before dropping harmlessly to the sand.
Ye Chuan picked it up. When he looked up again, Bai Qianshuang had already turned away.
"I need a break," she said flatly, then vanished in a flash.
"Qianshuang…" Luo Xi and Lan Xiaoke exchanged glances before fixing their eyes on Ye Chuan. It was clear who was responsible for her mood.
"Chuan-Chuan, what did you do to her?" Luo Xi demanded, poking his cheek. "Did you do something bad?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Lan Xiaoke chimed in, nodding vigorously despite having no clue what was happening.
"Me?" Ye Chuan grimaced. Bai Qianshuang’s foul mood was indeed his fault, but not for the reasons they assumed.
Still, watching her retreating figure, he sighed and decided to follow.
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"Crash…"
"Crash…"
Waves lapped against the rocks, sending up sprays of foam.
Seated atop a jagged outcrop, the raven-haired girl stared blankly at the horizon, her gaze distant and unfocused.
"Thud. Thud." Footsteps approached from behind, sinking into the damp sand.
Bai Qianshuang didn’t turn. Her spiritual sense had already identified the visitor.
Ye Chuan studied her back for a moment before teleporting beside her and sitting down.
"Qianshuang."
"..." Silence.
"I—"
"Liar." Bai Qianshuang cut him off, her voice icy.
"Uh, what did I lie about—?"
"We are cultivation partners. Yet you refuse to engage in dual cultivation with me, choosing Xiaoke instead," she said evenly. "Our compatibility would yield far greater benefits. With her, you gain nothing."
"Unless… you find me displeasing?"
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
