Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang took their seats in the private room, glancing around at the surroundings.
"It feels quite nice here."
Bai Qianshuang, however, remained silent, her slightly resentful gaze fixed on Ye Chuan.
[Was it really necessary to come here?]
The young woman even suspected that Ye Chuan simply enjoyed visiting such places—when gathering information didn’t require stepping foot in a place like this at all.
But since they were already inside, Bai Qianshuang could only sit stiffly in her chair, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Just then, laughter drifted in from outside, and the carved wooden door was gently pushed open. A warm, fragrant breeze swept into the room.
The scent carried the crispness of spirit wine and the sweetness of flower nectar, a stark contrast to the chill outside.
As Bai Qianshuang picked up a piece of spirit fruit with her silver chopsticks, her fingers paused mid-air. She lifted her eyes—
Three women in flowing, multicolored ruqun dresses entered in single file, their skirts brushing against the blue bricks with soft rustles. The jade cups and porcelain plates on their trays clinked together, producing delicate chimes.
Their attire was alluring, their décolletage barely concealed by sheer black gauze, hinting at what lay beneath.
Bai Qianshuang: "..."
"Young masters, we apologize for the wait~" The woman at the forefront spoke with a voice as sweet as honey, her eyes glimmering as she set the tray down on the table. When she reached for the wine pot, the collar of her dress slipped slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her bosom.
The other two moved with practiced efficiency—one arranged the roasted meat from the carved porcelain plate at the center of the table, its aroma instantly filling the room; the other lifted the jade wine pot, pouring a clear, luminous liquor into Ye Chuan’s cup.
Every movement seemed rehearsed, teasing just enough to leave the imagination tingling.
Bai Qianshuang watched as they leaned close to Ye Chuan, their fingers nearly brushing against his sleeves. Her hands, resting on her lap, clenched the fabric of her dress unconsciously.
Especially when the woman in the pink dress, standing to his left, leaned in to serve him a slice of duck breast, her body almost pressing against his shoulder. "Young master, try this duck breast~ It’s incredibly tender," she cooed, her words deliberate, her eyes flickering with suggestion.
From Ye Chuan’s angle, the view of the duck breast—and more—was unmistakable.
"Good, very good," Ye Chuan chuckled.
The next moment, Bai Qianshuang’s hand shot out under the table, her fingers pinching the flesh of Ye Chuan’s thigh with surprising force.
Ye Chuan, mid-sip of wine, nearly choked but managed to swallow smoothly. Without missing a beat, he patted Bai Qianshuang’s hand under the table, signaling her to stay calm.
Then, with practiced ease, he wrapped an arm around the pink-clad woman’s waist, his fingers brushing against the sachet at her hip. "I’ve long heard of the skilled beauties of Feixian Drunken Spring Pavilion. Seeing you today, the rumors don’t do you justice," he remarked, his tone smooth, as if he were a regular patron.
The woman blushed at the praise, leaning even closer. "You flatter me, young master~"
"We’ve just arrived in Fengyu City. Walking through the streets, I’ve noticed many sword-carrying cultivators—far livelier than other cities," Ye Chuan mused, his fingers tracing the rim of his cup as if making casual conversation.
"Young master didn’t know?" The green-dressed woman pouring his wine giggled, refilling his cup. "Fengyu City is a jewel of the Xihua Divine Region, under the protection of the Fengyu Sect!"
"Not only are warriors of the Innate and Acquired Realms common here, but even Golden Core cultivators soaring through the skies are a daily sight. Just the other day, I saw an elder riding a azure phoenix right over our rooftop!"
"Oh? Such grandeur," Ye Chuan remarked, stroking his chin. "Then, do you happen to know which route one should take to reach the Donghua Divine Continent?"
The question caught all three women off guard.
Donghua Divine Continent?
It was like discussing the local culture with a friend, only for them to suddenly ask for directions to America.
A bit of a leap.
The pink-clad woman blinked, then nestled back against him, her fingers tracing the edge of his collar. "Donghua Divine Continent? That’s beyond countless mountains and rivers. They say one must cross the ‘Endless Demon Sea’—most cultivators wouldn’t dare approach it. I’m afraid I don’t know the exact path~"
Her tone shifted, her lips nearly brushing his ear as she whispered, "But… I did hear Madam mention something—the Grand Elder of the Fengyu Sect originally came from the Donghua Divine Continent. He might know the way~"
Ye Chuan immediately flicked a gleaming spirit stone between his fingers, sending it straight into the woman’s décolletage, where it nestled warmly against her skin.
"A reward. Any other useful tidbits?"
"Giggle~ So generous, young master!" The woman beamed. "But that Grand Elder is eccentric. He’s always in seclusion—rarely seen even by the inner disciples of the Fengyu Sect, let us common folk."
Just as Ye Chuan was about to press further, his arm was abruptly seized.
He turned to see Bai Qianshuang, her face stern but her ears burning red. She tugged his arm toward her, her voice laced with barely concealed frustration.
"Ye Chuan, eat. The food in front of you is getting cold."
Watching him interact so intimately with these women, Bai Qianshuang felt her jealousy simmering. At home, she could tolerate the others, but this—this was too much.
Ye Chuan glanced at Bai Qianshuang’s empty plate, then at the crumbs clinging to the corner of her lips, and couldn’t help but laugh.
"Alright, as you wish. Let’s eat." He patted the pink-clad woman’s hand. "You may leave for now. We’ll call if we need anything."
The three women nodded gracefully, murmuring, "Enjoy your meal, young masters," before gliding out, tossing one last flirtatious glance Ye Chuan’s way.
The moment the door closed, Bai Qianshuang released his arm, wiping her hands with a handkerchief as she muttered, "They were practically on top of you… Shameless."
"Just trying to make a living. Sick fathers, bedridden mothers, younger siblings to feed—broken lives," Ye Chuan sighed, taking a sip of wine. "If I don’t help, who will?"
"You come here often?" Bai Qianshuang asked.
"Of course not. This is my first time," Ye Chuan replied earnestly.
Bai Qianshuang: "..."
Then why are you so good at this?
"Those girls mentioned the Fengyu Sect’s Grand Elder came from the Donghua Divine Continent. He might know how to get back," Ye Chuan smoothly changed the subject.
"How do we even approach a Grand Elder of a major sect?" Bai Qianshuang frowned.
"Charge in and fight our way through?"
"..." Bai Qianshuang gave him a deadpan look.
According to the girl, the Fengyu Sect was one of the most powerful sects around. Even if they could take them on—why would they start a fight just to ask for directions?
Are you out of your mind?
"Now that we have a lead, there’s no need to rush. Let’s eat first." Ye Chuan gestured to the dishes. "The food’s quite good, isn’t it?"
Bai Qianshuang stared at her empty bowl, her ears tinged pink.
Coming to a place like this… just to stuff her face…
"Another bowl, please…"

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”

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."