"I hate my brother the most!"
Blackstone City.
Winter.
A fierce wind howled, carrying snowflakes that formed a silver-white abyss, devouring everything between heaven and earth, obscuring all vision.
At the door of a small wooden hut.
A young figure dashed out.
Running while wiping away tears.
Ignoring the loud calls of protest behind her.
Xu Moli cried pitifully, her sobs full of grievance, and soon she disappeared into the blizzard, swallowed by the swirling snow.
She didn’t understand.
She had been so well-behaved, waiting at home for her brother’s return.
Yet instead of praise, she received only harsh scolding.
"Brother is so mean!" The young girl wept bitterly, the gale roaring behind her like a beast, threatening to consume her.
As she cried,
Little Moli began to feel afraid.
Tears welled in her eyes as she glanced around the dark path, but nothing looked familiar.
The snowstorm was too heavy.
It had swallowed everything.
She couldn’t see, couldn’t hear.
Only the fear in her heart grew clearer.
Her tiny feet shuffled hesitantly in the snowy night, trembling with uncertainty.
In this dim, lightless world, little Moli started to regret running so far. She missed home, missed being held in her brother’s arms.
"Brother will come take me back…"
A gust of wind snapped a branch.
It crashed down beside her.
Startled, she shrank into a corner, trembling, waiting for her brother to bring her home.
But after crouching for a while,
She decided she couldn’t just wait helplessly.
So, little Moli mustered her courage and retraced her steps, carefully feeling her way forward through the endless snow.
"What is everyone looking at?"
Xu Moli was delighted.
She had found her way home all by herself.
Pleased with herself, she decided she would brag to Xu Xi about how capable she was once she saw him.
But on the way back,
A crowd had gathered ahead.
They murmured and shook their heads, sighing as if lamenting something.
"……"
Little Moli stood confused, curious yet uneasy as she approached.
Her small, frail body lacked the strength to push through the wall of people.
She could only widen her eyes,
Straining to peer through the gaps, catching glimpses of what lay within.
[A carriage stopped in the middle of the road]
[A pool of crimson blood on the ground]
[A scattering of cheap, hard candies]
"Bro… bro…"
Her breath hitched.
Her eyes welled up.
The girl collapsed into the snow, her lips trembling as she tried to utter the full word, but fear stole her voice.
Then—
A familiar pair of hands reached from behind.
They lifted the limp little Moli,
Cradling her in an embrace.
His voice was urgent, weary: "Moli, where did you run off to? I couldn’t find you anywhere."
"I’m sorry for earlier. I shouldn’t have scolded you like that."
The crowd slowly dispersed.
Xu Moli finally saw what they had been staring at.
A stray dog had been struck by the carriage,
Its body mangled, blood staining the snow.
She turned away, burying herself in Xu Xi’s arms, sniffling in grievance. "Brother, I want to go home."
"Alright, alright."
Xu Xi soothed her softly,
Carrying little Moli back toward the wooden hut.
Their home.
……
……
After settling into life at the Heavenly Sword Sect,
Little Moli noticed something.
They were rich now.
She and her brother had become wealthy.
"Wow~~~"
Her eyes sparkled like stars as she watched Xu Xi pour out piles of spirit stones and various mystical artifacts whose uses she couldn’t even name.
"Do you like them?" Xu Xi asked with a smile.
"Yes! I love them!"
Xu Moli nodded eagerly, gathering the heavy spirit stones in her arms and scurrying to stack them in her room, muttering to herself:
"With so much money, Brother won’t have to chop wood or scavenge coal anymore."
"I’ll manage the money for Brother."
"Money makes money, interest piles up—Brother will never have to worry about food or clothes again!"
Her ambitions were grand.
She knew she had no spiritual roots for cultivation.
But she could still help her beloved brother in other ways.
"Go, Xu Moli!"
Pumping her tiny fists, she huffed and puffed as she hauled another pile of spirit stones inside.
But before long,
Little Moli burst into tears again.
Seeing her struggle, Xu Xi gifted her a storage pouch that required no magic—just a thought to store anything.
In comparison,
Her efforts felt wasted.
She was heartbroken.
……
……
After some time in the Heavenly Sword Sect,
Xu Moli began to adjust.
Though she couldn’t cultivate, leaving a faint regret in her heart, she found warmth among the kind souls of Forest Sword Peak.
"How do I make Brother happy?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, little Moli, you’ve come to the right person."
Inside the smoke-filled Pill Hall,
Dozens of cauldrons stood, their surfaces scorching red as disciples formed hand seals to refine pills.
Amid the rising medicinal mist,
In a corner of the hall,
Little Xu Moli clutched a book titled 108 Ways to Capture a Man’s Heart, gifted to her by a senior sister from the Pill Hall.
The senior sister flicked her hair confidently.
"Follow this book exactly, and no man can resist you."
Xu Moli’s eyes widened. "Really?"
"Of course."
Before parting, the senior sister made her swear secrecy—no one could know the book came from her.
"Okay!"
Xu Moli agreed.
Her brother was her closest person.
He didn’t count as "someone else."
"Thank you, kind sister!"
Clutching the book, she dashed back to their cave abode, flopping onto the bed, kicking her legs as she flipped through the pages.
She gasped, frowned, and nodded in turns.
Later,
The senior sister was punished with three months of fire-tending duty—for stepping into the hall with her left foot first.
When Xu Moli visited,
The kind sister’s face was blackened from smoke.
Moli couldn’t bear it.
"I’ll ask Brother to go easy on you!"
"Wait, no—!"
Her sentence was extended to six months.
……
……
The New Year approached.
Xu Moli counted the days on her fingers.
This was their first New Year in the Heavenly Sword Sect—a momentous occasion worth celebrating grandly.
So while Xu Xi was in seclusion,
She took it upon herself to prepare everything.
She dragged a huge sack of decorations back to the cave,
Ordered ingredients delivered,
And was about to showcase her culinary skills on a spirit fish larger than herself—when a familiar hand grabbed the back of her collar.
"Moli, I told you, leave these things to me."
"Ah…"
Her enthusiasm deflated.
She had just wanted to help.
But her disappointment faded quickly as the flavors of the New Year’s feast danced on her tongue, filling her with excitement.
And love for the brother beside her.
"I thought Moli hated me?"
"Not at all, I adore you the most, brother!"
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
] [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!"
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?"
