Though filled with countless doubts, Ye Chuan had no choice but to set them aside for now after seeing his own death. There were too many unanswered questions, and he still couldn’t grasp the meaning of that stone slab. Had there been another civilization before the Tianxuan Continent?
"Better focus on cultivation for now."
Even though his strength had improved, the Foundation Establishment realm didn’t seem particularly impressive on the Tianxuan Continent. Moreover, he realized that after dying, his revival time now took a full three days.
"Kind of a raw deal. If it takes three days to revive, doesn’t that mean I’ll miss out on three days’ worth of adventure rewards?" Ye Chuan rubbed his chin.
Risk and reward went hand in hand.
He had indeed taken a gamble—perhaps sticking to sweeping through safer areas was more his style, increasing his odds of survival.
Of course, dying during an adventure didn’t have much real-world impact on him. This death was just a shame in terms of lost rewards, but there wasn’t much to be done about it. After breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm, his lifespan had increased, so he had plenty of time to boost his strength.
Besides, the money tree could still drop equipment.
"Since things have come to this, might as well sleep." A lot had happened today—watching the game with Luo Xi, breaking through to Foundation Establishment and saving Qiao Xin, even grabbing barbecue outside.
Feeling mentally drained, Ye Chuan flopped onto the bed and fell asleep.
The night passed without incident.
...
At the break of dawn, Ye Chuan woke up.
As he yawned and prepared to wash up, he noticed a message on his phone.
Luo Xi: Lazy pig~ Are you up? It’s my birthday today. Come over for dinner tonight?
Seeing the message, Ye Chuan replied.
Ye Chuan: Show me your legs.
Luo Xi: ?
Luo Xi: [Video Call]—
The screen switched, and Ye Chuan casually accepted, immediately seeing Luo Xi’s face appear on the video. She clearly hadn’t gotten ready yet, still curled up under her blankets.
Her hair was loosely scattered, her beautiful eyes slightly hazy, and her cheeks flushed with warmth.
"Who asks to see legs first thing in the morning? You’re the worst," she said, wrinkling her nose in what seemed like a playful pout.
"Did I say I wanted to see legs?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Didn’t you?"
"No." Ye Chuan shook his head, lowering his gaze with an expression blending three parts melancholy, two parts confusion, one part stubbornness, and one part hesitation.
"I ask to see your legs because I want to witness the paths you’ve walked, the scenery you’ve seen, the laughter and tears you’ve experienced—all the flavors of life, sweet and bitter alike."
"Though I look at your legs, what I truly savor is your life, your heart."
Luo Xi: "..."
Though she was used to Ye Chuan’s shamelessness, this was the first time she’d seen someone spin such a grandiose excuse so smoothly.
"Fine, Daddy will show you." Luo Xi kicked off the blankets, revealing her legs beneath her nightgown.
Nice.
Ye Chuan’s fingers twitched.
Luo Xi seemed to notice. "Did you just screenshot that?"
"I didn’t screenshot an image—I captured a fleeting moment of beauty, hoping to preserve it forever in my heart," Ye Chuan said.
"Ugh, that’s too much! I’m coming over to deal with you right now."
The call ended with a beep, and Ye Chuan could already picture Luo Xi leaping out of bed to wash up and change.
Tossing his phone aside, he continued getting ready.
After changing, Ye Chuan stepped into the living room. It was quiet, with no sign of Bai Qianshuang or Lan Xiaoke.
Checking their logs, he found both of them still asleep.
In the chibi-style display, the two were curled up in bed, their chubby cheeks rising and falling with each breath.
"Huh?" This was rare—especially since Lan Xiaoke, as a ghost, didn’t even need sleep. It seemed even immortals and spirits needed rest sometimes.
Leaving them be, Ye Chuan headed out.
"Jerk, delete that screenshot!" The moment he stepped outside, his ear was pinched—Luo Xi had been waiting for him at the door.
Dressed in her uniform, her long legs clad in black pantyhose beneath a pleated skirt, she planted a hand on her hip and tilted her chin up with a light huff.
Though she looked annoyed, it came off more like a playful whine.
Especially since Ye Chuan knew her well—this wasn’t anger.
"I didn’t screenshot anything," Ye Chuan said, raising his hands.
"Really?"
"Why settle for a picture when I can see the real thing?" With that, he gave her backside a light smack.
"Oh, you!" Luo Xi yelped, hopping forward before spinning around to retaliate.
A love tap.
Close friends could get away with playful butt-slaps.
"Oh, right—here." Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and handed it to Luo Xi.
"Huh?" She took it automatically, only to realize it was a phone box.
"Your birthday gift."
"But you already gave me a bracelet?" Luo Xi shook her wrist, the silver bracelet glinting in the sunlight.
"Who said birthdays are limited to one gift?" Ye Chuan grinned.
"Well..." Luo Xi accepted the phone without protest.
She knew him well—if she refused, he’d just get upset.
Gifts were meant to be received with joy, regardless of their value.
"Isn’t this phone super expensive?"
"Not too bad. Fits a beauty like you perfectly."
"Flattery won’t get you an equally fancy gift when your birthday comes, you know."
"Guess I’ll just have to spank you then." Ye Chuan pinched her soft cheek.
"Heh, no way."
Since it was still early, the two settled onto a stone bench. Luo Xi unwrapped the phone, inspecting the latest model before pausing.
"Chuan, where’s the charger?"
"It’s not in there?" Ye Chuan checked the box—no charger.
"The packaging’s so thin, no wonder." Luo Xi looked it up and nodded.
"Says here they stopped including chargers after the twelfth gen—for the environment."
"Environment my ass. They just want to squeeze more money out of people." Ye Chuan rolled his eyes. If they really cared, shouldn’t there be an option to choose whether you wanted a charger or not?
"Eh, I’ll deal with it at home." Luo Xi packed the phone back up, deciding to activate it later after buying a charger. No big deal.
Then, as if remembering something, she added, "Oh, Chuan, Mom’s been feeling better lately, but she still coughs and gets short of breath sometimes. That’s normal, right?"
"The medicine only restored her mobility. For a full recovery, I’ll need to... consult our family’s ancient remedies." Ye Chuan coughed lightly.
"Got it. Thanks for everything." Blushing, Luo Xi leaned in and pecked his cheek.
"Bold today, aren’t we?"
"Got a problem with that?"
"Nah. I like bold."
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
