Li Mo's journey into the dream was unusually arduous. Getting someone as hot-tempered as him to fall asleep was no small feat, and even Qin Yuzhi had to exert considerable effort.
Now, he stood dumbfounded before a snow-capped palace adorned with lanterns and ribbons, greeted by an unfamiliar scene of jubilant celebration, with guests coming and going.
"Why am I here?"
Li Mo glanced at the large red flower pinned to his chest and questioned his very existence.
He dreamed he had crossed over—from Blue Star to a realm known as the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
"Ridiculous. How could something like transmigration happen to me? This must be a dream..."
Good news: it was indeed a dream.
Bad news: when he woke up, he realized he had actually transmigrated—and had been living in this world for a long time.
A textbook orphan start, made even more classic by the fact that, at the brink of life and death, he was picked up by a peerless powerhouse and brought back to their sect.
After training in martial arts for two and a half years, he—Little Li—was finally about to graduate!
Because...
"So this is the groom chosen by the Lord of the Moonfrost Palace?"
"Damn it, I can't stand this."
"What’s there to hate? They’re a perfect match—talented, beautiful, destined for each other. Who are you, some monster, to oppose it?"
"I hate that I can’t take his place!"
"...Fair point."
"Empress Phoenix, aloof and transcendent, overlooking all living beings, ranked first on the Hundred Flowers List, with beauty that rivals the heavens—what does she see in this guy? What, his hammer?! I don’t get it! I just don’t get it!"
The guests' murmurs buzzed incessantly in his ears.
Little Li himself didn’t get it either.
Yeah, even in his wildest dreams, he wouldn’t dare imagine something this good. Could there be some mistake? It all felt a little too unreal...
"The bride awaits!"
A sudden shout snapped him out of his thoughts.
Since the wedding was being held at the Moonfrost Palace, it wasn’t exactly a conventional ceremony—after all, the two had once been master and disciple, and now they were marrying in the same place.
Yet, by title, it wasn’t a matrilocal marriage either.
So fetching the bride was just a formality.
"Junior Brother Li, why are you just standing there? Hurry up!"
Shang Qinqing appeared out of nowhere behind him, patting his shoulder with a grin.
"Ah—right."
Pushed forward, Li Mo reached the bridal sedan and lifted the curtain, his clear eyes betraying a hint of bewildered stupidity.
Inside sat a vision of elegance, draped in noble crimson bridal robes. The red veil didn’t fully conceal her face, offering glimpses of vermilion lips and phoenix eyes shimmering with a light that made her features all the more ethereal.
She, who seemed untouchable and cold as ice, was now clad in passionate, fiery red.
Softly, she extended a delicate hand.
"Carry me."
"...Okay!"
The moment Little Li hoisted her onto his back, he gave up thinking altogether.
Who cares if it makes sense?!
"How exactly does a wedding go again...?" Qin Yuzhi, weaving the dream, suddenly hit a snag.
She had never been married herself, and after sleeping for so long, she had no idea what the customs of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands were like now.
So she turned to the goddess of matrimony in the Great Shang Dynasty.
"Straight to the bridal chamber!" Shang Qinqing declared without hesitation.
"?"
Qin Yuzhi leaned back slightly, baffled. "Is that how weddings work now? That can’t be right... Is this the normal procedure?"
Shang Qinqing grinned like a shameless pervert. "It’s the procedure I want to see. The other steps are just for show."
Qin Yuzhi: "...This kind of dream is too illogical. It might collapse."
"Fine, fine, I’ll tell you the proper steps."
Even if it was just going through the motions, she eventually used the Dream Path to construct the ceremony according to Shang Qinqing’s instructions.
The atmosphere in the Moonfrost Palace grew even more fervent.
Though it still didn’t seem entirely normal...
"Bow to heaven and earth!"
The first bow was the most conventional part. But when it came to bowing to the elders, things stalled.
"Who do I bow to?"
Under the guests’ gazes, Little Li was at a loss.
He was an orphan. The only elder present—his master, the Palace Lord—was about to enter the bridal chamber with him.
This... this couldn’t be right.
"Bow to each other!" Shang Qinqing skipped ahead.
Clan Leader Shang disliked tedious formalities, and since she hadn’t officiated a wedding in ages, she went straight for the most entertaining part.
Like the couple’s bow.
In the grand hall of the Moonfrost Palace, Little Li stood stiffly in formal attire, a large red flower pinned to his chest, while the ice-cold beauty stood beside him. When their eyes met, candlelight flickered in their gazes.
His sunny demeanor couldn’t hide his shyness.
Her frosty aura couldn’t mask her blush.
"Perfection. Absolute perfection."
Shang Qinqing clutched her chest, her heart struck by an arrow of delight, as her speed of snacking on melon seeds skyrocketed.
"And after the bows?" Qin Yuzhi asked.
"A kiss!"
"Eh? That’s..."
"I, Qingluan, say so!"
And so, the final act of the ceremony became exactly that. Li Mo and Ying Bing stood together, surrounded by cheers, as he lifted the corner of her veil.
When he leaned in, Ying Bing instinctively pressed a hand to his forehead.
Before she could wonder where this habit came from, her world was engulfed in warmth, accompanied by a dizzying sense of weightlessness.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
And it really did—because the dream’s architect had momentarily lost the ability to think.
"Will the dream collapse?" Qin Yuzhi still felt this was too illogical, worried they might have gone too far.
"Relax, they’ll figure it out! Don’t you know how terrifying love-struck idiots can be?"
Shang Qinqing remained utterly unfazed.
After countless illogical wedding details were glossed over, the ceremony finally concluded—even the toast was skipped—and he took the ice queen’s hand.
Leaving the hall, they traversed a long corridor.
In the bridal chamber, candlelight bathed Li Mo and Ying Bing, blurring their vision and casting everything in an indescribable, delicate haze.
Shang Qinqing rubbed her hands together, watching eagerly from the shadows with Qin Yuzhi...
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】
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!
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?!
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!
