"LMAO, typical of you guys... I can't even tell if you're fans or haters, though your true colors are showing."
"No wonder Young Master Cao once said his biggest critics and troubles don't come from outside, but from within—right here in the Qianqing Palace..."
"???"
"WTF."
"HAHAHA, y'all are insane, spouting absolute nonsense."
"These folks upstairs are clearly Young Master Cao's fans—talking all cryptic, not a single coherent word..."
...
Cao Cheng's appearance.
Lasted only a second.
Then, when the national-style dance performance 'One Color Under Heaven' by the Jiu Troupe ended, the camera caught him again—two seconds this time—a shot of Young Master Cao applauding.
That was it, just those few seconds in total.
Yet it sparked a flood of comments and traffic online.
Almost like...
In that dreamlike version of Earth, when Jack Ma suddenly reappeared in the spotlight after vanishing for years.
Many didn’t even know what trouble Jack Ma had gotten into or what scandal he’d caused.
Later, influencers and pundits dissected it endlessly.
Now!
Young Master Cao’s situation was similar—plenty of speculation, endless hot takes.
But the difference was, Cao Cheng hadn’t done anything wrong.
His disappearance was just him laying low.
Otherwise, he could’ve easily posted daily blogs or even unhinged videos without issue.
...
As for whether this reappearance was part of some promo campaign, as the haters speculated?
Absolutely not.
What could possibly require Young Master Cao’s personal endorsement these days?
That’s just delusional.
The truth was, after being gone so long, his father-in-law urged him to show his face occasionally—so he wouldn’t seem like he’d been "kicked to the curb," fueling wild conspiracy theories.
Don’t netizens just love a good conspiracy?
As for the whole "youthful vitality, healthy body" narrative, at just thirty, he’s far from the stage people are imagining.
Better to fade out gradually.
Disappearing overnight? Nah.
So here he was.
Cao Cheng casually showing up at the Spring Festival Gala.
Honestly, this appearance wasn’t just his father-in-law’s doing—it also reflected his growing indifference.
His influence had expanded exponentially.
He was leagues ahead of where he’d been before.
Especially these past few years... His mastery of the 'Wolong Carefree Scroll' had reached new heights.
With greater power came shifts in perspective.
Immortality might still be out of reach, but longevity? That was within grasp.
His focus had shifted.
The future—his future, humanity’s future—lay in the cosmos...
Cao Cheng had also unlocked numerous rewards. Within a decade, a large-scale lunar base would be established.
That first step outward?
Would accelerate everything.
Think about it...
Ancient history spanned millennia—from Liu Bang’s Han Dynasty to the Ming’s Zhu Yuanzhang, over 1,500 years.
Yet societal progress was minimal. A Han-era time traveler in the Ming Dynasty wouldn’t feel out of place.
Only a few oddities would surprise them.
(Assuming we ignore cultural and linguistic differences, focusing purely on technology.)
But from Zhu Yuanzhang’s era to today? Just 500 years—barely two dynasties’ worth of time—and the gap is staggering.
If Zhu Yuanzhang teleported to the modern world, he’d die of shock.
Nothing would make sense to him.
That’s the power of a single leap forward—like the Industrial Revolution.
Now, history’s repeating.
Once the lunar base is operational, space exploration—stagnant for decades—will explode.
In just years, maybe a decade, advancements will defy current expectations.
...
So.
With this in mind, Cao Cheng saw no need for excessive secrecy.
The stars were the limit now.
Breakthroughs would come in waves.
Human lifespans would extend dramatically—cosmic living changes everything.
Especially with Cao Cheng’s life-extending tech.
And his youth-enhancing cosmetics.
Many mysteries would soon have simple explanations.
Though really,
it mostly came down to Cao Cheng no longer caring. Secrecy wasn’t a priority—just indifference.
...
...
In a flash,
the Gala ended.
This year’s biggest talking point wasn’t any performance—it was Young Master Cao.
Trending topics multiplied.
Search queries skyrocketed.
Teens who’d barely known him now Googled the "low-key billionaire" they’d overlooked.
Some were elementary schoolers a few years back.
Now in middle school.
Or even high school.
With their own social circles and online accounts.
Back then, Young Master Cao was irrelevant to them.
His disappearance left them clueless, uninterested.
At most, they knew:
Miracle Media dominated domestic entertainment.
Miracle Cosmetics ruled global beauty.
Miracle Real Estate was a property giant.
Miracle Games...
The list went on.
Everyone knows there’s a top billionaire in the country.
Just like how many people today think of "Penguin Ma" (Jack Ma), the older generation used to curse him daily, calling him "Ma the Shameless" or similar insults.
But do kids these days even know who "Ma Huateng" is?
Yet, who hasn’t heard of Ma Huateng?
Young Master Cao is currently in the same situation—everyone knows there’s this billionaire, but few truly understand him.
……
Now, with so many trending topics suddenly blowing up, it’s naturally drawn the attention of countless young men and women.
Even some netizens who weren’t very active online before.
And those who’d slipped through the cracks of the information bubble.
After all, among the millions of internet users back then, not everyone paid attention to Young Master Cao—at most, two or three out of ten followed his affairs.
The rest were just fish that slipped through the net.
……
The more people learned, the clearer an impression they formed of Young Master Cao.
Who knew a billionaire could be like this?
Constantly clashing with fans online.
Videos of past interviews with Cao Cheng started resurfacing on short-video platforms.
There were even clips of Young Master Cao trading barbs with "Little Cannon."
And now, behind every one of Little Cannon’s movies, there’s a line that reads: "Young Master Cao is invincible and the handsomest man alive!"
"Wait, seriously? That’s in there?"
"I didn’t see it! I just finished streaming If You Are the One 3 online…"
"No way—I just went back and checked If You Are the One 3, skipped to the very end after the credits, and sure enough, there it was. Dying laughing…"
"Little Cannon is such a sneaky bastard. He lost the bet but still played dirty, hiding that line after all the acknowledgments and thank-yous, right at the very end."
"No kidding, that old fox is crafty. How many people actually sit through every last second of the credits?"
"Come on, girls, let’s go troll Little Cannon. I’ve had enough of his nonsense."
"Let’s go, let’s go!!"
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.”
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?"
