Yan Dongxu discovered that Zhao Qingqing was becoming more and more bold.
She now often cracked risqué jokes with him.
"Why are you just standing there? Go get two more boxes!"
"Yeah, yeah, too little is not enough."
“Don’t you see the size? Has Blue Emperor gotten any bigger?”
"You should use the smallest size."
"Haha, I'm laughing to death."
...
The audience was extraordinarily mocking.
They sent barrage after barrage of teasing comments about him.
"You guys are just jealous, gritting your teeth in envy right?" Yan Dongxu said arrogantly.
"Ptooey!"
"Say less!"
"How dare you talk to your elders like that?"
...
Yan Dongxu laughed while waiting for Zhao Qingqing to pay.
"You pay first, I'll transfer it to you later. I only brought one phone when I went out, I'm livestreaming."
"No need! Do I still need you to pay such a small amount?" Zhao Qingqing refused.
"You must have done that on purpose."
"It won't take one or two more minutes, switch over to scan the code. Don't let Blue Emperor pay."
"Yeah, hurry and pay, we can't freeload."
"Stop streaming for now, we can wait a while."
...
The audience was quite principled.
Yan Dongxu quickly switched out of the livestreaming app to pay first.
"Okay, paid."
He switched back to update the audience.
"That's more like it."
"Check to make sure you didn't get it wrong. It looked to me like Blue Emperor was buying chewing gum!"
"Didn't get it wrong, I saw clearly it was 0.03 thickness."
...
After leaving the supermarket, Yan Dongxu and the others went back to cook.
He helped out for a while before Zhao Qingqing told him to rest.
Watching Zhao Qingqing busying herself alone in the kitchen, he inexplicably felt a surge of happiness.
He pretended to watch TV while actually using his abilities to sense everything within a kilometer radius.
His abilities were too freakish. Within a kilometer radius was like his domain, nothing could escape his eyes.
A quarreling couple on the tenth floor, a beauty showering on the fourteenth floor, an otaku watching anime on the twenty-sixth floor...
Everything was within his perception.
Suddenly!
He saw Uncle De was on the rooftop of their building.
This instantly caught Yan Dongxu's attention.
Wasn't Uncle De supposed to be out? Why did he come back and go sit on the rooftop instead of going home?
He saw Uncle De breathing evenly.
He was familiar with this breathing frequency. It was the method of breath control.
However, the breath control method Uncle De was using was slightly different from the one Zhou Quan taught him.
There were subtle variations in frequency, but overall it was the same.
"Is this old guy also a cultivator?"
Yan Dongxu murmured to himself as he continued observing.
He saw Uncle De breathe for a while before suddenly opening his eyes, his black pupils instantly turned crimson.
His eyes were the same color as the evening glow on the horizon, but also somewhat sinister.
Only when the afterglow was gradually shrouded by the night did Uncle De’s eyes slowly revert to black.
He let out a murky breath and his figure flashed, instantly disappearing.
Yan Dongxu’s mind stirred, sensing that Uncle De had reappeared five hundred meters east.
After the next flash, Uncle De was already outside his range of perception.
"So powerful!!!"
Yan Dongxu broke out in goosebumps, realizing Uncle De was extraordinarily strong, likely also an ability user.
But on second thought, Uncle De had been retired for years now, yet he was still firmly ranked second on the assassin leaderboard.
It showed how freakish he used to be.
There was probably a huge gap between his record and those ranked behind him, otherwise he wouldn't have remained unsurpassed for so many years.
"Zhao Qingqing, can you tell me about your family?" Yan Dongxu asked while sitting on the sofa.
"Give me a minute." Zhao Qingqing quickly finished what she was doing, washed her hands, and came over after.
"Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Wait a while longer."
Zhao Qingqing said considerately.
"Okay, I'm not hungry yet."
Yan Dongxu responded before looking at her curiously.
"Let me talk about myself first." Zhao Qingqing understood what he meant and jumped right in.
"We're a huge family clan. I'm from the main Zhao bloodline."
"Grandpa is the current leader of Black Gauze."
"According to the rules of our clan, from every grandson's family, one or two people must be selected for assassin training."
"My dad is grandpa's eldest of five kids. Since there's just me and my sister in our family, one of us was destined to go for training."
"I basically grew up outside ever since I was born. Rarely asked about family matters. It was my sister who took care of everything for me."
"I was able to attend school and get into the police academy all thanks to my sister using her own time to earn those for me."
"If ever she refused the assassin training, I would undoubtedly be the one to go."
"Because she's older, she had a choice while I didn't."
Zhao Qingqing's eyes reddened as she spoke, full of gratitude towards her sister.
Yan Dongxu could hardly imagine how brutal the assassin training was, but the reality was definitely harsher than he could envision.
He met Zhao Yunyun twice and though very annoying, she was still an alright person.
Yan Dongxu also knew Zhao Yunyun doted a lot on Zhao Qingqing as her little sister.
"What's the deal with White Moon and Black Gauze then?" Yan Dongxu asked next.
"Huh? You sent Ye Qingya back for so long earlier and she didn't tell you?" Zhao Qingqing was astonished.
"No, she said if I was curious then just ask you when I got back."
"Humph, she's too embarrassed to say." Zhao Qingqing coldly laughed, seeing through Ye Qingya's little scheme.
"White Moon and Black Gauze used to be one organization."
"Later as White Moon gradually expanded, it split off on its own."
"But everyone tacitly understood that the members never distinguished yours versus mine."
"They believed deep down that they were still one organization."
"This situation continued until five years ago when cracks started appearing, later rupturing completely."
Zhao Qingqing sighed, unwilling to continue.
"Why, what happened?" Yan Dongxu was intrigued and quickly asked.
"Five years ago, Black Gauze took on a mission with a reward of five billion yuan!"
"That was the biggest job Black Gauze ever accepted since being founded. So upper management was extremely attentive, not daring to be the slightest bit careless."
"White Moon was responsible for intelligence. Their information network spreads all over the world with an accuracy rate as high as 99%. You could say nothing escapes their grasp."
"But for that mission, White Moon had a serious error in their intel."
"It resulted in Black Gauze suffering an extremely heavy casualty rate. My second and fifth uncles died in that battle."
"Black Gauze also lost several top assassins who perished in the ambush."
"Back then Black Gauze had a total of six top masters of Uncle De's level. They were known as the Six Ghosts of Black Gauze in assassin circles."
"After that mission though, of the Six Ghosts only Uncle De the Night Ghost remained. Black Gauze suffered an unprecedented devastating blow."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?"
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.”
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!"
