"Gurgle."
The kettle was boiling, and in this rare quiet morning, Ye Chuan sat at the dining table, enjoying a breakfast he hadn’t had in days.
Though it had been some time for Ye Chuan and Bai Qianshuang, for Lan Xiaoke and the others, it had only been a single night.
Bai Qianshuang stared blankly at her breakfast, perhaps still adjusting after returning from the Tianxuan Continent. She simply held her bread, lost in thought.
"What’s wrong, Qianshuang? Not hungry?" Luo Xi noticed Bai Qianshuang’s dazed expression and asked, "Should I make you some noodles instead?"
Bai Qianshuang slowly snapped out of it. She instinctively glanced at Ye Chuan before shaking her head lightly and starting to eat the bread.
"Ye Chuan…" she began.
"Hmm?"
"Is this… how you live every day?"
Ye Chuan paused, but he understood the underlying question—whether he traveled between worlds daily.
"Pretty much," he replied with a smile.
"Doesn’t it… tire you out?"
The question caught him off guard.
Tired?
He had never really considered whether constantly moving between worlds was exhausting. But he understood why Bai Qianshuang asked. The stark contrast between the Tianxuan Continent and this world must have left her feeling disjointed.
For Ye Chuan, the adventure worlds were more like a game.
Log in, play.
Log out, sleep.
"It’s fine. I’m used to this pace," he answered.
Bai Qianshuang quietly continued eating.
To the others, however, their cryptic conversation carried a completely different meaning.
Especially Lan Xiaoke, whose ears perked up—
[Ye Chuan, is this how you live every day?] (Ye Chuan, do you do it every night?)
[Pretty much.] (Yeah, every night—either with you, Xiaoke, or Luo Xi.)
[Doesn’t it… tire you out?] (Isn’t doing it every day exhausting?)
[It’s fine. I’m used to this pace.] (No problem. I can handle it daily.)
Lan Xiaoke gently patted Bai Qianshuang’s shoulder.
"Don’t worry, Qianshuang. You’ll get used to it."
Bai Qianshuang: "…"
"Xiaoke, have you… been there too?" Bai Qianshuang was taken aback. Had her junior sister also visited the Tianxuan Continent?
"Been there?" Lan Xiaoke blinked, then grinned mischievously. "Oh, heh… yeah, I’ve been there a few times. Mostly ‘cause Ye Chuan’s really good at it."
Bai Qianshuang thought of how Ye Chuan had saved her and nodded in agreement. "Yes, Ye Chuan is very strong."
"Right? Super strong!" Lan Xiaoke nodded vigorously.
Ye Chuan: "…"
Wait, why does it feel like you two are on completely different wavelengths?
But he didn’t bother correcting them.
"Chuan, we have school after breakfast," Luo Xi reminded him.
"Ah, right." Ye Chuan checked his phone. "I have to go out this afternoon."
"Where to?" Luo Xi asked curiously.
"Work stuff."
Now that his pharmaceutical company and the Superhuman Alliance were steadily progressing, he, as the behind-the-scenes boss, had to check in occasionally.
Superhumans often hunted monsters near dimensional rifts, and injuries were inevitable—most couldn’t even make it to a hospital in time. That’s where his potions came in.
Even the most basic healing potion, just enough to keep a superhuman alive, was worth a fortune.
In other words, Ye Chuan no longer had to worry about money in this world.
If not for the system requiring spirit stones, magic crystals, and other rare materials to unlock higher levels, he could have maxed everything out with his wealth alone.
Well, except for that one item needed to ascend to the Heavenly Emperor realm.
"Work, huh? Alright." Luo Xi wanted to spend more time with him, but knowing it was business, she didn’t push further.
She knew she couldn’t help much, so she focused on not being a burden and being the best support she could be.
That’s why she woke up early every day to buy ingredients and cook for everyone. With her storage ring, she even found joy in preparing meals for her loved ones.
Breakfast ended, and Lan Xiaoke tugged at Bai Qianshuang’s sleeve.
"Qianshuang, wanna play games? Or are you gonna cultivate?"
"I need to cultivate," Bai Qianshuang said.
Though the Soul Transformation realm made her nearly invincible on the Tianxuan Continent, facing the Qingyun Sect’s elders—also at the same realm—had made her feel vulnerable.
She wasn’t just seeking revenge for the Jade Void Sect. She refused to be a burden to Ye Chuan.
She couldn’t afford to die.
"Alright, I’ll just—" Lan Xiaoke’s words were cut short as Bai Qianshuang grabbed her collar.
"OvO?" Lan Xiaoke turned her head.
"Xiaoke, cultivate with me. You’ve been slacking," Bai Qianshuang said softly.
"I’m a pet."
"You’re human," Bai Qianshuang insisted. "You’re my junior sister of the Jade Void Sect."
Lan Xiaoke: "…"
"Meow." She blinked innocently.
"Resorting to meowing to avoid cultivation?" Bai Qianshuang’s voice turned icy. "Come. Inside. Now."
"Nooo!" Lan Xiaoke wailed as Bai Qianshuang dragged her into the room. Before the door closed, she could still be heard struggling pitifully.
"Ah—!"
"…"
Once the door shut, faint sounds of Bai Qianshuang lecturing Lan Xiaoke drifted out—like an elder sister disciplining her wayward junior.
Ye Chuan understood Bai Qianshuang’s insistence. With the Jade Void Sect’s revival at stake, strength was the only way forward.
"Hopefully, Xiaoke can improve enough to help me unlock more items from the system’s shop," he mused aloud.
"Chuan, let’s go," Luo Xi said, wrapping her arms around his.
Ye Yue clung to his other arm. "Brother, let’s go~"
Trapped between two pairs of soft, differently-sized "slimes," Ye Chuan coughed lightly. "Yeah, let’s go. But… how do we walk like this?"
"Luo Xi, you should let go first. Brother can’t move like this," Ye Yue teased, her crimson eyes glinting beneath her ash-white hair.
"Fine." Luo Xi reluctantly released him, seeing his discomfort.
"Ahem, it’s fine. You can both hold on."

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.”

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?"

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"