Late at night, the city's nightlife seemed to have just begun. Even though it was past midnight, the buildings outside remained brightly lit.
The sky was veiled in a faint gray haze, indistinguishable between clouds and smoke, hazy and indistinct.
On the street, three figures walked—or more accurately, two and a half.
One of them floated, invisible to ordinary people, dressed in loose pajamas that barely contained the faintly quivering "slime" beneath.
Though Lan Xiaoke's attire was casual, she had no need to worry about being seen.
"You don’t like staying in your room playing games? Why follow us out?"
Seeing Lan Xiaoke drifting behind them, Ye Chuan couldn’t help but ask. After all, she was a true homebody who rarely ventured outside unless necessary.
"Wow, I actually wanted to see the scenery too. It’s been so many years—I’ve forgotten a lot of things."
Lan Xiaoke looked around curiously, as if fascinated by every change outside. Tethered to Ye Chuan by an invisible chain, she had no freedom to move on her own, so this rare outing was something she intended to savor.
"Do you want to go home and see?" Hearing her words, Ye Chuan suddenly asked.
Lan Xiaoke fell silent for a moment before forcing a giggle. "Heh, no."
"I don’t want to go back. Besides, it’s been so long—they’re probably all dead by now."
"Is going home really so bad? Why curse your own family?" Bai Qianshuang frowned at Lan Xiaoke’s attitude.
Lan Xiaoke sighed wistfully. "Kids from happy families wouldn’t understand. I envy you for having parents who loved you."
Bai Qianshuang replied indifferently, "But they’re dead."
Lan Xiaoke froze, then scratched her head awkwardly. "Oops, sorry. That was insensitive."
"It’s fine." Bai Qianshuang glanced at her quietly. "You’ve had it rough too."
From Lan Xiaoke’s words, Bai Qianshuang sensed unspoken hardships.
But every family had its own struggles, and Bai Qianshuang wasn’t one to judge. Still, her perception of Lan Xiaoke shifted slightly.
Not a bad ghost, just a bit silly.
The conversation hadn’t gone smoothly, but for this immortal and ghost, opening up was the first step toward bonding.
Ye Chuan listened to their exchange, smiling faintly without comment.
Leading Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke, Ye Chuan found a decent barbecue spot near home. They avoided Luo Xi’s usual area simply because her family’s stall wasn’t open.
Thanks to the effective medicine Ye Chuan had provided, Luo's father was spending these days caring for Luo's mother, hoping to improve her health.
Luo Xi didn’t need to help at the stall every day—just on weekends or during busy periods. On holidays when crowds swelled, Ye Chuan would pitch in.
At the barbecue joint, a nearby "Snow King" shop blared a catchy jingle—"You love me, I love you"—leaving Bai Qianshuang baffled.
"What kind of song is this?" She tilted her head at the simplistic lyrics. "Is that all there is?"
"That’s an ad. A simple melody and lyrics make it stick in your brain like a spell," Ye Chuan explained.
"Want me to buy you one?"
Bai Qianshuang’s eyes brightened at the prospect of milk tea.
"Hello, welcome to Mixue Ice City. What would you like?" The cashier greeted as Bai Qianshuang entered.
"One milk tea, please," Bai Qianshuang stated.
"Any particular flavor?"
She studied the menu solemnly before declaring, "One Mixue Ice City."
Cashier: "?"
Ye Chuan quickly intervened, clearing his throat. "Just a pearl milk tea for her, and a lemon water for me."
Lan Xiaoke peeked over his shoulder. "What about me?"
This was Mixue Ice City—they didn’t serve ghostly "dead water."
With drinks in hand, Bai Qianshuang expertly unwrapped her straw and began sipping happily.
Ye Chuan could practically see her mood lifting visibly.
After all, Bai Qianshuang was just a girl of twenty—cultivation might be austere, but nothing beat the dopamine rush of milk tea.
Inside the barbecue shop, as Ye Chuan ordered, Bai Qianshuang leaned in to scan the menu.
Her delicate fragrance wafted over, and Ye Chuan noticed the soft black strands of her hair brushing against his thigh.
"What do you want?" he asked.
But Bai Qianshuang was fixated on one puzzling detail. "Why does a barbecue place sell weapons?"
Weapons?
Following her slender finger, Ye Chuan saw where it landed on the menu.
Ye Chuan glanced at the menu—
【Lamb Gun】
【Lamb Bullet】
Ye Chuan: "……"
Lan Xiaoke was also a little curious. "Huh, 'Gun and Bullet'—such a weird name. I’ve never seen it before when I had barbecue. What part is it?"
"Actually, that’s the lamb’s leg, the shortest one," Ye Chuan began explaining with a straight face. "Because the meat is tender and has great elasticity, it’s also considered a delicacy."
Bai Qianshuang suddenly understood, and it sounded delicious. "Ye Chuan, I want this."
"Uh, we’ll have a chance to try it another time." Ye Chuan was still a bit hesitant about it and could only tell Bai Qianshuang that eating this required a reservation in advance.
Hearing that she couldn’t have it now, Bai Qianshuang nodded lightly, unfazed. Instead, her beautiful eyes began scanning the menu for other seemingly delicious options.
She had completely forgotten her earlier claim about cultivators needing to fast to maintain bodily purity.
She was already shaped by modern life.
Soon, the food arrived one after another. Ye Chuan glanced at Lan Xiaoke’s side and noticed she was already drooling—literally.
Yes, drooling blood.
Her mouth hung open, a trickle of blood sliding down the corner of her lips and dripping onto the table.
"You can’t eat this, can you?"
"I cannn, I can taste the smell," Lan Xiaoke said as she floated around the table, savoring the aroma so intensely it made her scratch her head.
Ye Chuan hadn’t expected that Lan Xiaoke, as a ghost, could still enjoy barbecue. He stopped worrying about it.
Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang was nibbling on a skewer in small, delicate bites. Her way of eating was somewhat cute, even clumsy—likely because she hadn’t eaten much growing up. She looked like a little animal.
Noticing Ye Chuan staring at her, Bai Qianshuang put down her skewer and offered it to him. "You like it? Here, have some."
"You eat it."
At his words, Bai Qianshuang’s hand quickly retracted. But she didn’t notice some cumin powder had spilled onto her chest.
Seeing this, Ye Chuan reached for a napkin.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
