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...
] [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!"
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.”
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
