"Sir, did we win…?"
"Yes, we won."
The setting sun burned like fire, resembling a deep crimson bloodstain.
It calmly illuminated the earth.
Its light revealed the desolation of a tragic elegy and the numerous weapons thrust into the snow-covered ground.
Corpses paved the way forward, allowing the living to continue their march, to seize the tower, gather the remnants of the army, and capture the pass.
Thus, the battle came to an end.
"This is so good…" The dragon-patterned spear pierced the earth, its roots resembling those of a tenacious plant, firmly embedded in the blood-soaked battlefield.
Wu Yingxue sat there, leaning against the spear, utterly exhausted.
Her face was smeared with blood, and a wound on her forehead bled continuously, staining the hair in front of her forehead and her pale lips.
She lowered her head and smiled, but more blood spilled from her mouth, drop by drop, soaking her clothes.
It hurt.
She was weak.
The girl was a newly advanced Xiantian cultivator.
Lacking experience and skill, she had relied solely on the quality of her Azure Dragon Aura to barely suppress her opponent and claim victory.
This was already remarkable, considering her opponent was a seasoned Xiantian warrior.
For this, she had truly expended every ounce of her strength.
So much so that now, with the battle over,
she could only sit helplessly, watching the sun set and the night fall, unable to move an inch.
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
Footsteps approached, crunching through the snow and dirt. Wu Yingxue forced her eyes open and offered the newcomer a strained smile.
"Sir, I won," she said.
"I saw it, Yingxue. You did well," Xu Xi replied gently.
He crouched down,
wiped the blood and grime from the girl's face with his hand, and then helped her up, supporting her so she could stand again.
"Wait, wait!"
The girl suddenly widened her eyes.
Even now, she wanted to be stubborn.
"Sir, you don't need to help me. I can stand up on my own!"
Wu Yingxue's voice was full of conviction.
She pushed Xu Xi's hand away and took a step forward, only to—
"Thud, thud."
"Thud, thud."
Her fiery figure collapsed, legs giving way, and she tumbled several times in the snow before finally coming to a stop.
Huh…
Her delicate face was filled with confusion.
Her red-and-white martial robe, already dirty from the battlefield, was now even more soiled after rolling in the snow.
Snowflakes scattered.
Drifting down from the sky, one landed precisely on the tip of her nose.
"Ouch."
Lying sprawled in the snow, the girl finally uttered this single word, her expression now much more subdued.
Xu Xi sighed helplessly and reached out to her again. But this time, instead of helping her up, he simply hoisted her onto his back.
"Hold on tight. Don't move around," he instructed.
"Yes, sir," Wu Yingxue replied meekly.
With the girl on his back, Xu Xi pulled the dragon-patterned spear from the ground and began walking toward the interior of the pass.
Behind him, a crowd of refugees and starving people followed, entering the pass and stepping into a future where they could survive.
The sunset was shattered.
Shattered by the countless pairs of cloth shoes caked in mud and dirt.
The cold wind was scattered.
Scattered by the tattered figures of the refugees.
The setting sun poured molten gold onto the earth, swiftly extinguishing its last rays and transforming into countless stars that twinkled high in the night sky.
"Sir."
As Xu Xi walked, the girl's voice came from his back.
She lay quietly, her arms wrapped around his neck, securing herself in place.
"Today, what grade did I earn?" she asked curiously.
Xu Xi pondered for a moment before answering, "Grade B."
"Grade B? That's better than last time," Wu Yingxue chuckled softly.
She seemed pleased.
But her body was truly weak, and soon her laughter turned into a fit of coughing. She quickly fell silent, burying her head in Xu Xi's shoulder.
It feels so reassuring…
The thought crossed Wu Yingxue's mind.
She obeyed Xu Xi without question.
She never thought of defying him.
She lay obediently on his back, careful not to disturb his walking.
But that didn't mean the girl couldn't do other things.
"…" She narrowed her eyes into a thin line, staring at Xu Xi's neck with an adorable expression.
Then she shifted her curious gaze to his ears.
Watching as the cold wind tousled his black hair,
she playfully blew a gentle puff of air at his hair, giggling as it swayed.
"The stars tonight are so beautiful…"
As she laughed, Wu Yingxue, still on Xu Xi's back, suddenly noticed how exceptionally bright the night sky was.
No heavy snowfall obscured the view.
No dark clouds shrouded the heavens.
The vast Milky Way shimmered in the girl's eyes, so bright, so vivid.
Much brighter than the night they folded paper flowers.
Delicate, like a calm river flowing across the night sky.
Twinkling, like countless little suns glowing.
"Sir, I remember you said there are thousands upon thousands of stars in the sky?"
"Yes, I did. Why do you ask?"
"Nothing."
The girl, carried on Xu Xi's back, giggled. "I just wanted to try counting them all, to see if there really are that many."
Counting the stars was an impossible task.
The stars were infinite, and the human eye was bound to make mistakes.
Yet, for some reason, the young princess, who had lost everything, wanted to try.
And so,
she begged Xu Xi to help her keep track.
Foolishly, she began counting the stars.
"One, two, three, four."
"Oops, no."
"One, two, three, four, five…"
The starry sky was dazzling, the Milky Way pouring endless radiance, and the dark world was illuminated by the light of countless stars.
Xu Xi carried the girl into the pass, heading deeper into the Thirteen Prefectures of Great Qian.
The sound of her counting the stars
grew softer with time,
more gentle, more weary, until it finally turned into light snores.
Wu Yingxue had fallen asleep while counting the stars.
Xu Xi paused briefly, then continued with even lighter steps, murmuring a number under his breath: "One thousand three hundred and thirty-five."
That was the number the girl had reached before falling asleep.
To be honest,
there was no point in remembering this number.
By the next night, the girl wouldn't recall which stars she had already counted. She would have to start over.
But since she had begged him, Xu Xi decided to keep track.
"Strange, is it just my imagination?"
"It feels like two stars are particularly bright tonight."
Xu Xi looked up.
In the vast expanse of the night sky, two stars shone brightly, close to each other, illuminating the path ahead that should have been shrouded in darkness.
...
[The battle is over]
[You have achieved victory]
[This is an incredible feat, a victory that shattered everyone's expectations]
[You led a group of peasants, people who knew nothing and could do nothing, and successfully broke through one of Great Qian's passes, advancing into its heart]
[As you marched, the stars shone brightly]
[Lighting the thorny path ahead]
[You thought to yourself, perhaps this was the luck brought by the silly girl counting the stars]
[Though, if only she were a bit lighter, you sighed deeply after carrying her all night]

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?"

] [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!"

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

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.”