The questioning voice of Li Mo, the young man known as "Little Li," echoed endlessly through the Crystal Palace, and the atmosphere seemed to plunge into an abrupt silence.
"Qin Yuzhi" remained silent for a few seconds before chuckling, "You're overthinking it. I am who I claim to be, Ancestral God. Just follow my instructions, and the truth will reveal itself."
"Even Qin Yuzhi herself couldn’t confirm whether she was still herself. You shouldn’t be so certain."
Ying Bing recalled the diary entries in the corridor and murmured, "Qin Yuzhi lost the battle for dominance against you. The real her, along with her physical body, was sealed inside the coffin."
"And you—you’ve been imprisoned by the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, unable to fully take control, haven’t you?"
"Yun Mengxian."
Ying Bing uttered these words almost instinctively.
After speaking, she froze, her expression blank.
How did she know this? Yet, it somehow felt... natural.
Li Mo, oblivious to her thoughts, mentally gave her a thumbs-up.
Truly worthy of being called the "Ice Block"—sharp as ever.
He pointed at "Qin Yuzhi" and declared sternly, "Audacious fiend! I saw through your disguise at a glance!"
"Ah, why won’t you believe me? If you hadn’t reminded me..."
"Qin Yuzhi" sighed faintly, then curled her lips.
"...I might have almost believed I really was Qin Yuzhi."
As she muttered to herself, her pupils—gray-white like swirling vortexes—locked onto Ying Bing.
"Fortunately... you... aren’t her yet either..."
The cryptic words hung in the air.
Her eerie voice caused the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, suspended above, to churn violently, its radiance surging like boiling water, becoming dangerously unstable.
Was "Qin Yuzhi"—or rather, Yun Mengxian, the Ancestral God—also probing them?
"Restrain!"
Tian Miao, skilled in dealing with soul-based threats, parted her lips and uttered a divine incantation.
She had used this technique before against the Nightmare Fiends, with devastating effect.
But this time, the moment the incantation touched the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, it dissolved into nothingness.
"Sleep... sleep..."
"Qin Yuzhi" hovered midair, her black hair whipping wildly.
Something within the Heavenly Phoenix Domain seemed desperate to break free, causing its light to flare uncontrollably.
Dreamlike, yet terrifyingly real.
"My eyelids... so heavy..."
"If I fall asleep now..."
Li Mo’s mind grew increasingly foggy. He thought of the Nightmare Fiends outside—were their souls trapped in eternal slumber, leaving only hollow husks behind?
He and Tian Miao were likely just collateral.
The Ice Block was the real target!
A faint golden glow enveloped Li Mo’s body as he activated his Indestructible Vajra technique.
But alas.
No matter how unyielding his body, it couldn’t resist the overwhelming drowsiness.
His vision blurred, and consciousness slipped away rapidly.
In his daze, he felt himself plummeting into an abyss—one that wasn’t bottomless but faintly illuminated.
Suddenly, everything was too bright.
The heat suggested midsummer, with skyscrapers reflecting the scorching sunlight.
Blurrily, Li Mo saw a steady stream of cars outside a school gate.
Standing before him was a vibrant young woman, around eighteen or nineteen.
Slender, with her hair in a cute bun, her face was fresh and pretty. She wore a hoodie and a short skirt, her legs pale as snow, and she hugged a stack of books while smiling at him.
Behind her, a bustling university campus stretched out.
Li Mo: "?"
Where the hell am I?
Is this still the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?
Or...
Was that entire world just a bizarre daydream during a boring lecture?
"Li Mo, you’re a good person."
"......"
Little Li shuddered, goosebumps rising on his neck as if the words had struck something deep in his soul.
Memories flickered.
After all, who hadn’t had a crush in their youth?
This girl had once perfectly fit his youthful fantasies. From the moment he started university, this bright, cheerful senior had been a constant presence in his campus life.
Helping him find his dorm... getting a SIM card... joining the student council...
Until today, when a roommate accidentally spilled the truth.
"Li Mo, I said you’re a good person." The senior waved five fingers in front of his face.
"Uh, yeah, I am a gentleman."
Li Mo snapped back to reality and nodded.
Then he frowned.
Shouldn’t he be blushing, stammering denials? Why was he so casually calling himself a gentleman?
Not only did he feel no heartbeat acceleration, his mind was eerily calm.
Even a little... underwhelmed.
"Well, I... actually like good people."
"?"
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
A normal person might’ve been swept up in the moment, but Little Li only found the scene increasingly surreal.
Who gets a "good person" card and then gets asked out?
This wasn’t fantasy—it was sci-fi!!
Something’s wrong!
And...
"Senior, didn’t you like girls?"
Li Mo said seriously.
He remembered now—in his past life, his big-mouthed roommate had spread rumors about his crush. Later, the senior had gently told him:
She had a girlfriend.
"You should find someone too, junior."
Snap—
A crisp shattering sound came from nowhere.
Cracks spread through the dream.
As his consciousness cleared, Li Mo sighed inwardly. Being rejected like this in a dream—even Yun Mengxian wouldn’t have imagined it.
"......"
The scene dissolved, swiftly restoring the breathtaking Crystal Palace.
And "Qin Yuzhi," who had been hovering midair with overwhelming presence moments ago.
Now, her eyes flickered with disbelief.
"You woke up? No, you’re not..."
Before she could finish—
Beside Li Mo, Ying Bing’s eyes also snapped open, her cool gaze tinged with something unreadable.
A divine mark glowed between her brows, and phantom phoenix feathers flickered around her, making her already radiant beauty even more ethereal.
What had she dreamed of?
And why had she awakened so quickly?
Li Mo was curious, but now wasn’t the time to ask.
"You’re awake?"
"Mn. Li Mo, go open the coffin."
At her words—
"Qin Yuzhi’s" face paled instantly.
"Got it!"
Li Mo lunged forward, gripping the heavy coffin lid. It felt welded to the entire Crystal Palace, as immovable as a mountain.
"Strength!"
Tian Miao, now awake, uttered another incantation.
Li Mo felt his physical power surge.
The next moment, he channeled the World’s Might!
Creeeak—
The lid finally shifted—just a sliver.
Behind him, a rush of wind—
Ying Bing shot upward, streaking toward the Heavenly Phoenix Domain’s true form.
She wasn’t planning to release it.
She was going to... refine it!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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?"
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!"
