The broken window could no longer be closed.
The night wind blew in without restraint, shaping the curtains to its whims.
The girl stood sideways to him, her expression unclear.
Through her dark hair, the hollow of her collarbone seemed to cradle a pool of moonlight.
That slender waist, barely a handful, even bore the faint lines of an hourglass.
Were it not for the flicker of candlelight trembling on her lashes, one might have mistaken her for a jade sculpture.
Li Mo had once thought scenes of nosebleeds from sheer excitement were ridiculous—but now, he realized he’d wronged those storytellers.
Turns out, they might’ve been realistic.
"Is it... too dark in here?"
"Seems plenty bright to me."
"?"
Noticing the boy’s gaze, Ying Bing averted her eyes, feeling an odd itch—perhaps from her own hair.
So his interests weren’t limited to feet?
"Does your ‘full-service dragon treatment’ include staring at me like this?"
Ying Bing’s voice was soft.
"Please don’t question my professionalism."
Li Mo covered his nose and shook his head solemnly.
Humans naturally yearn for beauty.
He was merely appreciating the divine craftsmanship of Nuwa’s masterpiece—nothing more, nothing less.
"Lie down flat first."
"Fine."
What was bound to happen would happen. Might as well get it over with.
Her expression was calm; her earlier mental adjustments had clearly worked.
She just never imagined...
That her Sword Heart Clarity would one day be applied in such a situation.
Seeing Ying Bing so composed, young Li took a deep breath.
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused.]
[Year One: Through relentless practice, you mastered all the acupoints of this technique. A single touch, and you could locate them with precision.]
[Year Four: Delving deeper into finger techniques, you discovered that certain acupoints and methods could synergize, producing effects greater than the sum of their parts.]
[Year Ten...]
[Your "Flower-Pinching Finger" reached initial proficiency.]
For a supreme martial art, Li Mo’s progress was surprisingly swift.
Just... abruptly so.
Glancing at the jade-like figure before him, Master Li felt a stir in his heart.
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused...]
[Ten years of martial insights successfully infused...]
...
And so, "Flower-Pinching Finger" reached perfection. Even the massage grandmasters of the Imperial Capital would now offer him tea in respect.
Eighty years of backup insights remained.
No need to question it—backups existed for moments like this.
"My technique’s quite advanced. Tell me if it’s too much."
"It won’t be."
Ying Bing replied flatly without looking up.
Moments later.
Li Mo asked confidently, "Feel anything?"
"Average." Ying Bing closed her lovely eyes.
"?"
Young Master Li leaned back slightly.
This shouldn’t be possible. How could it just be "average"?
Hmm... Could it be that Ice Block here, tempered by years of lunar energy, had acupoints and meridians so resilient they barely registered ordinary stimulation?
The grandmaster of finger techniques, freshly perfected, couldn’t tolerate the word "average."
"How about here?"
"Mmm... average."
"Here?"
"Nothing."
"???"
From legs to shoulders, Young Master Li couldn’t fathom how such a silken, delicate body could withstand such pressure.
Surely he couldn’t resort to forbidden techniques...
Li Mo’s gaze drifted downward.
Ice Block seemed to notice, defensively crossing her arms—which only accentuated the curves.
"Turn over."
Li Mo wiped his nose.
Ying Bing glanced at the system prompt.
[Current contact area: 42%]
After turning, she shut her eyes tightly, finally exhaling.
But once her back was exposed, an unfamiliar sensation crept in.
"You... dripped something?"
"Divine Hundred-Fruit Oil."
"Oh..."
The fragrance was undeniable.
Yet she couldn’t explain why the first drop had felt scalding, only to fade instantly.
Her skin tingled faintly...
The electric-like touch seemed to intensify...
"Feel anything now?"
"No."
"Still nothing?"
"Nope."
Li Mo fell into deep thought.
Ice Block apparently came with a toggle switch.
"Really nothing?" His eyes narrowed skeptically.
"Nothing."
The moment Ying Bing spoke—
[Ding!]
[Detected host’s complete lack of sensation during contact.]
[System has considerately increased sensitivity by 50%.]
"?"
Her eyes flew open, dazed.
The same motions, yet entirely different sensations.
Why again...?
As Li Mo’s fingers brushed her skin, unknowingly, he found her weak spot.
"Hah..."
Ying Bing shivered slightly, the blush on her neck betraying her, her mind trembling.
Li Mo: "..."
Truly, the epitome of stubbornness.
No wonder she’d become the Phoenix Heaven Empress.
Time passed.
[Congratulations, host! Successful investment in "Ying Bing"—assisted in qi regulation.]
[You have unclaimed investment rewards.]
"Asleep?"
Seeing Ying Bing motionless, Li Mo felt oddly unsettled.
He left with practiced composure—though his steps were slightly stiff and hurried.
Only when the door shut behind him did soft, uneven breaths finally escape.
Ying Bing opened her eyes, her gaze complex, tinged with twilight hues. Pity Li Mo was already under the cold shower, missing the sight.
[Detected host has completed penalty conditions. Distributing rewards...]
[Reward 1: Azure Phoenix Wings]
[Azure Phoenix Wings]: "Channel true essence to lighten the body like a feather. Manifest with soul intent to soar the skies or reduce inner domain suppression."
[Reward 2: Moon Essence Crystal]
[Moon Essence Crystal]: "A fragment of the primordial moon, fallen during the perfection of lunar dao. A sacred treasure for soul enhancement."
[Reward 3: Demon-Slaying Gourd]
...
The system’s punishment was finally over.
Yet she suddenly lacked the will to even glance at the rewards, her limbs limp.
"This was the third penalty."
"Each one worse than the last..."
Changed into fresh robes, Ying Bing stared blankly at the moon outside.
She could no longer claim absolute confidence.
Not with three consecutive failures staring back at her.
So... what about next time?
What... would it be?
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.”
] [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!"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
