Though Shu Yunyi appeared young, her mature demeanor made her impossible to ignore.
Liu Huijuan unconsciously found herself addressing the woman as "little sister," her attitude turning more formal.
After asking, she noticed the other party was equally polite, hands clasping a small purse as she replied:
"Excuse me, is this the Shen Family?"
Though the question seemed unnecessary, Shu Yunyi had to ask—she was here for a visit and to lodge a complaint, not to start a confrontation.
Liu Huijuan set down her knife, rinsed her hands under the faucet, and stood up.
"Yes, this is the Old Shen Family."
"Who are you looking for?"
Something felt off to Liu Huijuan. If this woman was here for Old Shen, she wouldn’t believe it for a second. But if she was here for Shen Yi—that was entirely possible.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Shu Yunyi confirmed it:
"Auntie, hello."
"I’m here to see Shen Yi."
The moment the term "Auntie" left her lips, Liu Huijuan didn’t know how to react.
A woman like this—stunning, refined—was a rare sight even once a year. Yet today, two had appeared, both connected to her son.
Frowning, she couldn’t help but ask:
"And you are…?"
"What business do you have with our Xiao Yi?"
Shu Yunyi smiled gracefully, giving a slight bow as she introduced herself:
"My surname is Shu, Shu Yunyi."
"I’m Xiao Yi’s… Xiao Yi’s girlfriend."
The strangeness in Liu Huijuan’s heart finally erupted. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What did you say?"
Shu Yunyi nearly laughed but held back, thinking Shen Yi’s mother’s reaction was even more exaggerated than in her past life.
Composing herself, she nodded firmly.
"You heard right, Auntie. I really am Xiao Yi’s girlfriend."
Liu Huijuan waved a hand, lowering her head.
"Wait, wait—my mind’s a mess right now…"
Fu Nanzhi had just left, and now here was another woman, just as breathtaking, claiming to be Shen Yi’s girlfriend.
Liu Huijuan was starting to question reality. She knew her son’s flaws all too well—how could he possibly attract such beauties, one after another?
After a long pause, she finally looked Shu Yunyi up and down, suspicion in her voice.
"Little sister, how did you and our Xiao Yi meet?"
Shu Yunyi chuckled softly, understanding Shen Yi’s mother’s shock. She corrected her gently:
"Auntie, you can call me Xiao Shu or Yunyi."
Then, with a nostalgic expression, she began:
"Xiao Yi and I first met in university—"
Before she could continue, loud voices erupted outside.
"Third Sister!"
"Third Sister! You home?"
Liu Huijuan hurried to the door and saw her second sister, Liu Huimin, calling out as she approached, followed by a whole crowd of people.
She retorted:
"Where else would I be? What’s with this mob?"
Liu Huimin declared without hesitation:
"We’re here for dinner!"
"And to meet my nephew’s fiancée!"
Behind her were Shen Yi’s second uncle, younger uncle, younger aunt, married eldest cousin holding a baby, and even Shen Yi’s grandmother, supported by someone—seven or eight people in total.
Liu Huijuan was stunned.
"Since when did I say I was hosting dinner?"
"Besides, with this interrogation squad of yours, you’ll scare the poor girl on her first visit!"
Liu Huimin, ever the organizer, cut her off with a wave.
"Don’t back out now—you promised during mahjong!"
"And it’s not like we didn’t warn you. I @’ed you in the family group chat before lunch, saying we’d come for dinner. Didn’t you see it?"
Liu Huijuan had been too busy to check her phone and had no idea they were coming.
Her eldest cousin, the youngest among them, tugged her sleeve to correct:
"That’s called ‘tagging.’"
"Same difference!" Liu Huimin brushed it off.
"Anyway, we’re here now—you can’t kick us out. Aren’t you going to let us in? Mom’s still standing here!"
With that, she sidestepped Liu Huijuan and marched inside.
"Hey—they left ages ago! Slow down!"
Liu Huijuan could only step aside, grumbling, before noticing her mother had come too. She sighed.
"Mom, you too? What’s with the fuss?"
Liu’s Mother, slightly hunched and walking slowly, lifted her head.
"I came to see my grandson."
Liu Huijuan explained helplessly:
"Xiao Yi isn’t even home—he left after lunch."
Just then, Liu Huimin’s voice rang out from inside:
"Don’t say you didn’t prepare—you’ve already got a fish cleaned! Third Sister, you’re such a liar!"
"Oh! So this is Xiao Yi’s girlfriend? She’s gorgeous!"
Liu Huijuan suddenly remembered Shu Yunyi was still inside and rushed back, shouting:
"She—she’s not—!"
By the time she reached the courtyard, the group had already surrounded Shu Yunyi, leaving her protests unheard.
Liu Huimin was holding Shu Yunyi’s hand, marveling.
"Sweetheart, what’s your name?"
"Hello, Second Aunt, everyone. I’m Shu Yunyi."
Standing at the center of the crowd, Shu Yunyi carried herself with effortless grace, unfazed by the attention.
"Goodness, not only do you look like a fairy, but even your name sounds poetic!"
The relatives showered her with praise—she truly resembled a celebrity, her every movement elegant and mesmerizing.
Liu Huimin couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. What kind of luck had her nephew stumbled into to land such a girlfriend?
Meanwhile, her own son, pushing thirty, was still as dull as a rock—she was at her wit’s end.
Noting Shu Yunyi’s formal attire and seemingly mature demeanor, she probed:
"Xiao Shu, what do you do for work?"
Shu Yunyi smiled warmly.
"I work at a university—I’m a teacher."
She didn’t mention being a professor, avoiding questions about her age that might lead to awkwardness.
"Wow!"
Even with her modest reply, the relatives burst into murmurs of admiration.
A stable teaching job was already respectable, but a university teacher? To them, that was practically elite—the best of the best.
"No wonder she carries herself so well. She looks so serious when she’s quiet—I was a little intimidated," admitted the eldest cousin, the youngest among them, bouncing her baby in her arms.
Second Uncle chimed in:
"Xiao Yi’s got skills! Brother and Sister Shen are truly blessed."
The younger uncle, seeing the grandmother had entered, quickly fetched a stool for her, calling out:
"Where’s Xiao Yi? Quit hiding inside!"
"Come out and greet everyone, hurry!"
The others echoed:
"Right, don’t just stand there—find some seats!"
From the doorway, Liu Huijuan watched, mouth agape.
"What… what kind of mess is this?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
