Xu Moli began her studies.
Despite her reluctance.
She was still sent by Xu Xi to the Heavenly Sword Sect's academy.
"How boring..."
Surrounded by peers.
Some playing, others roughhousing.
Yet the girl couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.
She slumped over the pearwood desk, frowning, her fingertip tracing invisible circles on its surface.
Turning her head, she gazed out the window at the fresh greenery and the azure sky.
Her mind preoccupied.
Counting the hours until she could see her elder brother again.
"Three hours feel so long..." Little Moli listlessly declined every invitation to join the others.
It wasn’t dislike.
Just that she saw no need for friendships.
She had Xu Xi. That was enough.
"Moli, this won’t do," Xu Xi sighed, shaking his head as he picked her up three hours later.
He firmly believed his sister deserved a perfect childhood.
With playmates.
With treats.
With memories.
But the girl thought otherwise.
Her small brow furrowed as she clung tightly to Xu Xi’s leg during their swordflight home:
"Moli only wants to be with Brother. She doesn’t need friends."
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing was necessary.
Her world was simple—as long as Xu Xi was by her side, she was content.
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Time rushed by like a meteor skimming past her hair.
Like invisible water slipping through her fingers, leaving only a fleeting chill.
Xu Moli turned twelve.
This age was called the [Golden Hairpin Year].
By common tradition.
It marked a girl’s transition into maidenhood.
Those from wealthy families wore golden hairpins to signify growth and farewell to childhood.
The poorer ones made do with wooden ones.
"What will Brother give me..."
Little Moli lay sprawled across the stone table in their cave abode, idly toying with fruit as she waited for Xu Xi’s return.
Sunlight filtered through the cave’s protective formations.
Dappling the table.
Soft beams like hazy harp strings scattered across its surface.
The warmth lulled her into drowsiness.
Slowly.
Sleep crept over her.
"Mmm... can’t sleep... must wait... for Brother..."
Her eyelids battled exhaustion.
Finally, little Moli succumbed, sinking into deep slumber.
Her head pillowed on her arms, her arms on the table, her cheeks flushed from the pressure—sleeping soundly.
Gentle breaths in and out.
A breeze tenderly brushed aside stray locks from her forehead.
Revealing her peaceful, adorable face.
In the corner, potted plants she’d brought herself glowed under the light, their leaves curling lazily, radiating tranquility.
When Xu Xi returned.
The sight drew a smile to his lips.
"Couldn’t even make it to bed."
He lifted her gently, carrying her to the inner chamber’s bed and draping a thin quilt over her.
"Ah!!!"
Upon waking, she panicked, glancing at the window to find the sun already setting—half a day gone.
But.
She hadn’t missed her Golden Hairpin ceremony.
Because the one meant to bless her had stayed by her side all along.
"Moli, it’s time."
"Yes!"
Her face bloomed with joy.
A purity like unfolding petals.
She bowed her head slightly.
Letting her brother coil her hair, slide the gold-and-jade hairpin through, and seal her twelfth year with perfection.
"Brother!"
"What is it?"
"From today on, Moli isn’t a child anymore. She can help Brother more."
"Ha, then help me eat some meat."
Xu Xi’s gaze softened, but shadows lurked beneath—a hidden sorrow.
He knew.
Her drowsiness wasn’t natural. Her body was failing, withering inexplicably toward collapse.
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Joy, delight, happiness, bliss.
The longer they lived in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The more Xu Moli cherished it.
No financial struggles, no bullying—just her and Xu Xi, living happily ever after.
"Brother, focus on your cultivation. Leave the affairs of Forest Sword Peak to me."
The girl murmured plans.
Charting their future.
A trick learned from 108 Strategies to Capture a Man’s Heart.
Her brother worked so hard, always secluded in cultivation—she couldn’t let trivial matters distract him.
Yet.
Disaster outpaced preparation.
At fourteen, the Heavenly Calamity erupted fully. The once-lively girl, now a beautiful maiden, could no longer walk.
Bedridden indefinitely.
Eyes hollow, fixed on the cave’s ceiling.
Frail, pallid, helpless.
"Am I... burdening Brother?"
Her thoughts spiraled as she struggled to turn, only to tumble off the bed.
Pain, so much pain.
Tears spilled uncontrollably.
Unclear whether from the fall or her despair.
She yearned to cling to Xu Xi and weep like in childhood, yet feared her weakness would only exhaust him further.
Xu Moli knew.
To find a cure for her.
Xu Xi’s face grew gaunter by the day.
She couldn’t bear adding to his worries.
"Sorry, Brother... I’m so sorry..." She lay on the cold floor, tears pooling beneath her.
She tried to rise.
But couldn’t.
Every movement tore through her like shredded cloth, agony in silence.
In the end.
Only with the help of Xu Xi’s pre-left puppet.
Did Moli return to bed.
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Extracting her own spirit root.
Rebuilding hope.
Departing alone.
Dying to demonic cultivators.
In the years that followed.
Xu Moli weathered storms of grief and joy.
"Brother is the greatest in the world! He can do anything!"
Her childhood words echoed.
And Xu Xi became exactly that—the omnipotent elder brother she’d proclaimed.
He conquered the Heavenly Calamity.
Gave her a normal life.
But the cost was too cruel for Xu Moli to accept.
For the rest of her days, she asked herself: "Why this obsession with reviving Brother? Why can’t I let go?"
She pondered long.
Under sun and moon, wind and rain, amid glittering stars.
Arriving at an answer she’d always known.
He was the hero who’d mattered most in her life—charging through scorching suns and thorny paths to save her.
Not a question of whether heroes should save.
But that her heart had no room left for anyone else.
"Brother, wait for me."
"Moli will undo it all. She’ll bring you back."
A wooden sword split the heavens.
Her dark hair whirled wildly.
The ascension gate to the immortal realm shattered under her fury.
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!
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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】
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
