Su Ji seemed to know his way around this place like the back of his hand.
It was baffling—how could someone who could get lost in an underground lava cave even with a map navigate several bustling streets without hesitation?
Yet here he was, stopping precisely in front of a five-story pavilion adorned with intricate carvings and bathed in radiant light.
"Spring Breeze Pavilion."
The signboard bore flamboyant calligraphy, and two scantily clad women stood at the entrance, waving silk handkerchiefs at passersby, their coquettish laughter ringing through the air.
Su Jiu’s cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, and she instinctively took a step back.
But Su Ji grabbed her wrist with an unyielding grip.
"We’re already here. What’s there to fear?"
He strode forward without hesitation, pulling out two low-grade spirit stones from his robe and pressing them into the hands of the welcoming women.
"Find us a quiet private room and bring a few well-mannered ladies to keep us company."
The women’s eyes gleamed at the sight of the faintly glowing stones, their smiles turning even more fervent.
"Oh, young master, you’ve come to the right place! Our ladies are the most refined—we’ll make sure you’re thoroughly pampered!"
One of them, a curvaceous woman with seductive eyes, swayed her serpentine waist and reached out to loop her arm around Su Ji’s.
But he sidestepped deftly, pulling Su Jiu in front of him instead.
"Lead the way."
Two words—simple, direct, and brooking no argument.
The woman’s smile faltered for a split second before she recovered, though a hint of unease flickered in her eyes.
With a sway of her hips, she guided them to the fifth floor, where the most secluded chamber awaited.
The room was elegantly furnished, with incense curling in the air. Through the latticed windows, one could even glimpse half of Anyang City’s nightscape.
"Young master, does this meet your expectations?"
"The fifth floor is reserved for our most esteemed guests."
"They say the spring breeze carries for miles."
"Here, you can survey everything within ten miles of the Spring Breeze Pavilion."
Su Ji gave a cursory glance and nodded before settling into an armchair.
The woman’s smile deepened as she leaned in, her breath fragrant.
"What kind of lady do you prefer, young master? Innocent and sweet, or fiery and bold? We have all types here."
Su Jiu stood stiffly to the side, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Just as she was about to snap and drag Su Ji away, he spoke.
"Someone young. Untouched."
The words stunned not only the woman but also Su Jiu, who whipped her head up to stare at him in disbelief.
Coming to a place like this… looking for purity?
Was he out of his mind?
The woman blinked, then tittered behind her hand.
"Young master, you jest. Our Spring Breeze Pavilion deals in flesh—there are no untouched flowers here."
Su Ji frowned, displeasure flashing across his face.
"None?"
He pulled out another low-grade spirit stone, flipping it between his fingers with practiced ease.
"If not, we’ll take our business elsewhere."
The woman’s eyes darted to the stone, her smile turning sly.
"Now, now, young master, don’t be hasty. While untouched is impossible, we do have one girl who’s clean, obedient, and well-trained."
With that, she sashayed out, throwing a lingering glance at Su Ji before the door closed.
Su Jiu’s lips parted, but no words came. Her expression only grew colder.
She turned her back to Su Ji, staring out the window as if she couldn’t bear to look at him.
Moments later, the door slid open quietly.
A delicate chime of jewelry accompanied the entrance of a dancer clad in nothing but translucent gauze, carrying a lacquered tray of exquisite dishes.
Her movements were graceful, each step making the silver anklet around her slender ankle chime softly—a sound that tugged at the senses.
She set the tray down without a word, her eyes demurely lowered, then moved behind Su Ji and began kneading his shoulders with delicate fingers.
Su Jiu’s frown deepened. She was about to rebuke them when Su Ji shot her a glance, his lips silently forming:
"Follow my lead."
Her fury simmered, but she forced it down, clenching her jaw.
Su Jiu had no interest in mortal delicacies to begin with, and now, her appetite was nonexistent.
She watched coldly, waiting to see what farce Su Ji would perform next.
Su Ji leaned back, eyes closed, savoring the dancer’s skilled touch.
Without opening them, he patted the hand on his shoulder.
"How about… you stay with me tonight?"
The dancer’s lashes trembled imperceptibly. "As the young master wishes," she murmured.
Su Ji fell silent for so long that she thought he’d drifted off.
Then, suddenly, he let out a self-deprecating chuckle.
"In Great Xia, I’m a man of some standing. Many know my name, and most treat me with respect. I wouldn’t call myself all-powerful, but I’m no small figure."
The dancer gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.
"Young master carries himself like no ordinary man."
"But lately…" Su Ji shook his head, his voice tinged with unease. "I’ve always had smooth sailing, so I never noticed before. Yet here in Anyang City, something feels… off. Like a storm brewing."
"My instincts are rarely wrong."
The dancer kept her head bowed, her fingers never pausing—though their rhythm grew slightly uneven.
This wasn’t her place to speak, so she remained silent.
When no reply came, Su Ji continued, undeterred.
"Has anything strange happened in Anyang City recently?"
This time, the dancer’s hands stilled—just for a heartbeat.
Su Ji noticed.
Her fingers resumed their work, but the pressure was erratic now.
She seemed to be wrestling with herself.
Su Ji pressed further, his tone coaxing.
"Sometimes, a man just wants peace of mind. It doesn’t have to be concrete—even rumors will do."
He paused, then delivered the final lure.
"If your words prove useful… I’ll buy your freedom."
Freedom.
The word struck the dancer like thunder.
Her head jerked up, her eyes locking onto his for the first time.
Her breath hitched.
Yet her words remained cautious. "I… I’m just a woman of the pleasure house. I doubt I can help the young master…"
Su Ji said nothing. Instead, he placed another low-grade spirit stone on the table.
It glowed faintly in the candlelight.
"Is this enough to buy your freedom?"
The dancing girl's gaze was firmly locked onto that spirit stone.
She glanced at the stone on the table, then at Su Ji's face, which carried a hint of playful irreverence.
She swallowed hard, the hesitation in her eyes eventually replaced by an intense longing.
"They say this little stone is particularly good at helping people recover memories."
"Remember anything yet?"
Su Ji's voice sounded again.
The dancing girl's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
She bit her lower lip, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.
Cautiously, she glanced toward the door.
"It seems... I do recall a little..."
"Lately, Anyang City hasn't been very peaceful..."
"They say demons and monsters roam at night..."
"Young master should be careful when going out..."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
