The inaugural Mahjong God Tournament of Qingyuan Sect concluded successfully.
The main reason was that the other three players couldn't continue. Watching Little Li rest his head on the flat abdomen of the "Ice Block," the trio wore identical expressions of resentment.
It seemed even more unbearable than losing money.
Elder Hanhe reminded them to visit the Divine Arms Peak before ending this frivolous pastime. Shang Wu was left with a mountain of debt—though Little Li had no intention of making her repay—her elder's stipend had already been completely lost.
If they kept playing, she’d be down to her last undergarments.
With too few players left, Qin Yuzhi, still unsatisfied, sighed reluctantly:
"Guess I’ll have to play in my dreams again."
"You can control your own dreams?"
Li Mo gathered the mahjong tiles, asking curiously.
"A trivial skill, really. Don’t forget I’m a Seventh Realm cultivator."
Qin Yuzhi sniffed, looking rather smug:
"Memory is the root of dreams. Yun Mengxian’s revival is pervasive, so to ensure I don’t slack off even in sleep, I developed this secret technique—aside from traversing others’ dreams, I can also shape my own."
"Well? Want to learn?"
Li Mo was merely intrigued by the peculiar art.
But for the "Ice Block," it might be worth mastering—better safe than sorry.
"No need to repay your mahjong debts."
"Hmph, this technique isn’t easy to learn. But since you’re sincerely asking, I’ll humor you with a lesson."
Half an hour later.
The expression on the former cult leader’s face cycled through: "Not bad, but needs practice"; "Hmm, you’ve got some talent"; and finally, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
Muttering to herself, she retreated to her room.
Li Mo stood and glanced at the sky. Evening had fallen, cloudless and vast, with a bright moon hanging halfway up the snowy mountain. The wind played with the snowflakes, scattering stardust across the night.
Turning back, he saw Ying Bing sitting bathed in moonlight, her features half-lit, half-shadowed as she quietly flipped through a book, the rustling pages serene.
"The moon is beautiful tonight."
"It is."
Ying Bing glanced up and nodded.
Li Mo smiled.
During their dual cultivation sessions, the two had developed a tacit understanding—like using "the moon is beautiful" as code.
As everyone knew, when the moon shone brightly, the lunar essence was abundant—perfect for meditation. Thus, it became their signal for dual cultivation.
It had been a while since they last admired the moon... ahem, contemplated the lunar essence together.
Cultivation required relentless effort—how could they slack off like this?
"I’ll wait for you in your room."
"Why my room?"
"??"
Li Mo froze. Wasn’t this about dual cultivation?
Then he noticed the mischievous curve of the "Fairy of Frost’s" lips, her moonlit eyes glinting with amusement.
"Tonight, I want to study the Dream Illusion technique. Be good."
"Fine..."
Li Mo couldn’t resist that tone, but his disappointment at missing out on lunar meditation was palpable as he returned to his room.
Oh well. He still had many upper-form and several extreme-form techniques to practice.
Once he mastered the Seven Apertures of Divine Observation, he could inherit another Great Sage’s divine ability.
The lonely figure of Little Li stretched long under the moonlight... very long...
Watching him ascend the stairs, Ying Bing pressed her lips together, lingering a moment longer before rising.
The moment she opened her chamber door, she heard restless tossing from across the hall and sighed inwardly.
She closed the door softly.
By the moonlight, she retrieved the Dream Illusion manual again, reading:
"Day’s thoughts shape night’s dreams."
Indeed, the Dream Illusion technique wasn’t about freely controlling dreams—at least not at the Divine Observation Realm. Only someone like Qin Yuzhi could play mahjong in her dreams.
Instead, it relied on planting deep-seated suggestions in one’s mind, allowing dreams to shift slightly based on those thoughts.
If Li Mo slept beside her...
What would her dreams become?
"Ready."
Ying Bing reviewed the method once more, confirming she’d grasped it correctly.
Then, she began recalling fragments of her past life.
After her rebirth, most memories were clear—except for those shrouded in the Abyss.
Apart from the phrase "the heart is incomplete," she remembered nothing.
She needed to understand why she had failed.
And Ying Huang...
Last time, her counterpart had appeared in her dream. If she could control her dreams now, would things be different?
As these thoughts swirled, drowsiness crept over her.
Suddenly—
[Reminder: System ranking countdown—29 days remaining.]
[Penalty this cycle: Plant forty-nine hickeys.]
[To motivate the host, relevant visuals will now play automatically.]
"?"
The last image flashing before Ying Bing’s eyes as she drifted off was...
From the mind of that "paragon of virtue," Little Li!
......
That night, in the dreams of a certain former Demon Summoning Cult leader...
"Leader, you’re amazing!"
"Eighteen Arhats! Even with these tiles?"
"All hail the Leader, peerless in skill!"
Amid the flattery at the mahjong table, Qin Yuzhi’s gaze drifted to the window—where her memory of the Summoning Sect stood. In this vision, the sect oversaw the world’s harmony, managing the vast power of mortal faith.
A thriving, prosperous scene.
"Master, I’ll be as great as you one day."
Qin Yuzhi turned to see a child of five or six, eyes brimming with innocence and admiration.
One of her disciples.
"Siye, you’ll need to work hard."
She patted his head, smiling, but her heart ached.
Baili Siye...
Was now but a handful of dust.
This dream—once so vivid she could barely distinguish it from reality, a place she’d spent millennia content—now crumbled like sand in the wind.
This dream...
As reality encroached, reached its end.
Qin Yuzhi sighed softly. Her dream-self floated upward, adrift in a river of starlit bubbles—each a dream of someone from Qingyuan Sect.
This was her other secret art: Dreamwalking.
She could traverse countless dreams, even step into them.
Hm?
Suddenly, she paused before one particularly radiant bubble—its hues like condensed moonlight, tinged with faint pink.
"This is... Little Bing’s dream?"
Curiosity sparked in Qin Yuzhi’s eyes.
What kind of dream would someone so aloof and serene have?
......
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
