"Little Bing's dreams are truly extraordinary."
"Most dreamwalkers probably wouldn't even be able to enter..."
Qin Yuzhi's figure rapidly blurred and shrank as she silently established a connection with the dream bubble emanating from Ying Bing. Based on her past experience, most people's dream bubbles were relatively soft during sleep, a reflection of their relaxed state.
But Ying Bing's was different.
Her dream bubble was like an ancient, unmelting sheet of ice. Yet this was no challenge for the experienced Sect Master Qin. Instead of forcing entry, she simply merged herself into the dream, becoming part of it...
Hum—
With a faint sound, Qin Yuzhi was accepted into the dream bubble. The watery barrier of the dream dissolved like ripples, and the scene before her gradually sharpened.
"Where is this?"
Frost filled the sky, obscuring the sunlight.
Qin Yuzhi's eyes met an endless expanse of snow-capped mountains, their peaks wreathed in mist even purer than clouds. The vegetation was crystalline, as if carved from jade.
She seemed to have just stepped out of a cold, austere pavilion amidst the snowstorm.
"Even the winters in Beifeng aren't this cold..."
Qin Yuzhi shivered, feeling a chill that went beyond the physical.
"Our Moon Palace is like this all year round—there is no winter."
A female disciple in a white dress eyed Qin Yuzhi strangely.
"Moon Palace?"
Qin Yuzhi had never heard of such a faction. Had it been established after she went into seclusion?
But Ying Bing was a disciple of the Qingyuan Sect—why would she dream of this so-called Moon Palace?
"Do you know Ying Bing?"
"Junior Sister, have you lost your mind from cultivation deviation?"
The female disciple's expression immediately changed, and she hastily covered Qin Yuzhi's mouth.
"How dare you address the Palace Master by her name so casually!"
"Palace Master?"
Qin Yuzhi froze.
"Indeed. Our Palace Master is the Phoenix Heavenly Empress, sovereign of the Lunar and Divine Phoenix Great Daos, reigning supreme among the Nine Heavens. Are you a spy from a rival sect? How could you not know this?"
"????"
Qin Yuzhi's round eyes widened further as she stood rooted in place.
How could Little Bing have such a dream?
Well, given her talent, this wasn’t exactly a pipe dream.
But still...
"Hmm, you probably aren’t a spy. A spy wouldn’t be this clueless."
The white-robed disciple scrutinized her before asking,
"Are you a new recruit?"
Qin Yuzhi quickly nodded. "Yes, yes! Senior Sister, could you tell me more about our Palace Master? What kind of person is she?"
"The Palace Master... ranks first among the Ten Thousand Beauties. She is extraordinarily beautiful."
The disciple answered earnestly.
"That much is common knowledge—no need to mention it..."
The disciple glanced around before lowering her voice. "Well... she’s extremely cold-natured. Not only has she severed all emotions and desires, but she also demands that all disciples of the Moon Palace remain pure in heart and mind. So, if you’re thinking about romance..."
"Absolutely forbidden?" Qin Yuzhi frowned.
"Absolutely must not be discovered by the Palace Master."
"..."
Qin Yuzhi understood now.
Emotions and desires were part of human nature—who could truly sever them?
So, in truth, many disciples in the Moon Palace were secretly engaging in romance... or, in other words, illicit affairs.
Fortunately, the Palace Master spent her days in solitude, accompanied only by the cold moon, detached from worldly affairs as she pursued the pinnacle of the Great Dao.
In summary:
Peerless in strength, utterly devoid of emotion.
"The influence of the Primordial Phoenix Ancestor has already... reached this extent?"
Qin Yuzhi murmured to herself.
Legend had it that after the Nine-Colored Primordial Phoenix returned from the Celestial Realm, she sought to govern the affairs of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths with absolute impartiality. To achieve this, she emulated the Heavenly Dao and created the Supreme Emotion-Severing Method.
If Little Bing truly became like this in the future...
The moment she ascended to immortality might very well mark the return of that existence.
The fact that she was already dreaming like this meant the influence was far from trivial...
Just then, the female disciple spoke again:
"Junior Sister, since I’ve told you so much, could you do me a favor in return?"
"What favor?" Qin Yuzhi asked.
"Little Junior Brother accidentally wandered into the Palace Master’s chambers and was caught by the elders. He’s been punished with meditation at the Frostmoon Cliff—it’s freezing there. Could you deliver this meal to him?"
"Little Junior Brother? Who’s that..."
Qin Yuzhi took the food box, puzzled.
"Li Mo, of course. He’s the only male disciple in our Moon Palace. Gentle as jade, kind and generous—many female disciples want to sneak around with him. Pity I don’t fancy men."
"???"
For the third time, Qin Yuzhi’s brain short-circuited.
Little Bing was the Palace Master and Empress.
But that brat was her junior brother?
Didn’t that make them master and disciple?
What kind of absurd plot was this?!
If only she had read The Domineering Empress Falls for Me, she might have had some frame of reference...
Carrying the food box, Qin Yuzhi hurried toward Frostmoon Cliff. But before she could get close, she sensed something amiss.
Someone had arrived before her.
She immediately diminished her presence in the dream, observing from the shadows.
Through the jade-like branches, she spotted two figures standing before the cliff.
"You came..."
The dream version of Li Mo still looked like a youth, no different from his real-world self.
"You knew I would come?"
Little Bing—no, now she should be called Big Ice Block.
Ying Bing had fully matured, her figure breathtaking, her legs so long Qin Yuzhi almost felt they reached her waist...
Yet her ethereal, divine aura remained unchanged—only now, her icy demeanor was laced with an alluring contrast that was downright lethal.
What was she doing here?
Wasn’t she the Palace Master of the Moon Palace?
Big Ice Block frowned slightly, as if reprimanding him:
"I told you not to sneak into my chambers. Now that the elders have caught you, if I don’t punish you, how can I justify it to the others?"
Qin Yuzhi thought she understood.
Ah, so she favored this disciple and came to admonish him?
A bit odd, but not entirely unreasonable.
But Li Mo’s next words petrified her on the spot.
Li Mo: "But Elder Sister, I missed you."
"?"
Sect Master Qin recoiled slightly. What kind of way is that to speak to the Phoenix Heavenly Empress?!
If Ying Bing was truly under the influence of the Emotion-Severing Dao, wasn’t this courting death?
However...
Big Ice Block lowered her gaze, her frost-pale cheeks tinged with a faint blush:
"This Palace... missed you too."
"??"
Qin Yuzhi’s scalp prickled. What kind of way is that for the Phoenix Heavenly Empress to speak to her disciple?!
Is this what you call being influenced by the Emotion-Severing Dao?!
"Your hair is loose. Let me tie it for you."
"Mmm..."
And so, the Phoenix Heavenly Empress and her little junior brother—no, Big Ice Block Elder Sister—proceeded to sit on her darling younger brother’s lap in broad daylight.
"Done?"
"You... stop squirming. If you keep this up, soon my mouth won’t be the hardest thing about me..."
"?????"
Qin Yuzhi felt as if struck by lightning. What in the heavens are you two talking about?!
Is this the kind of dialogue that should be happening between an empress and her disciple?!
What happened to severing emotions and forbidding romance among disciples?!
No wonder the disciples are all sneaking around with affairs—this culture of impropriety stems from the rotten roots at the very top!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
] [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!"
