The sound of the doorbell rang, and soon the door swung open.
"Mom~ I'm home~"
As soon as the door opened, Cheng Jun called out in a voice so sweet it could rot teeth.
Wen Ya's face appeared, her gaze sweeping past Shen Yi before settling on Cheng Jun, her smile gentle:
"You're here. Come on in."
Then she reached out to steady Cheng Jun, not forgetting to greet Shen Yi as well,
"Xiao Shen, you're too polite bringing gifts. Don’t just stand there—hand them to Auntie and come inside."
Wen Ya was naturally well-acquainted with Shen Yi, as Cheng Tianwei had thoroughly investigated him when the pregnancy came to light.
Not only did she know about him, but she was also aware of his occasional interactions with Old Fu’s daughter.
His frivolous attitude toward relationships left her with unspoken reservations about her daughter’s infatuated boyfriend, though her manners kept her from voicing them outright.
"Ah, yes, Auntie."
Shen Yi responded, handing the gifts to the housekeeper nearby before slipping into the offered slippers.
Following the mother and daughter inside, they arrived in the living room.
Cheng Jun glanced around before turning to Wen Ya,
"Hey, Mom, where’s Dad?"
Wen Ya replied,
"Your father’s upstairs in the study, wrapping up a video conference. He’ll be down soon."
Then she turned back to Shen Yi,
"Xiao Shen, make yourself at home. Have a seat."
Shen Yi acknowledged with a nod and settled onto the sofa.
Cheng Jun, meanwhile, nestled close to her mother. Whether it was due to the surge of estrogen from her pregnancy or not, her emotions had been fluctuating lately.
Now, leaning against Wen Ya, she began whispering little complaints, her tone soft and intimate.
"Yeah, I’ve been feeling nauseous a lot lately... This morning, I was retching, but nothing came up."
Wen Ya patted her daughter’s shoulder sympathetically.
"And I’ve been craving sour stuff lately... slurp..."
Cheng Jun didn’t know what was happening to her—just the mention of sourness made her mouth water uncontrollably.
"Right, she usually eats apples, blueberries, or cherries, but yesterday she made me buy lemons," Shen Yi chimed in from the side.
The lemons Cheng Jun would’ve normally ignored were devoured—three in one go—leaving Shen Yi utterly stunned.
At this, Wen Ya covered her mouth and laughed. "That’s how it is."
"Don’t even get me started. When I was pregnant with Zhu Yun, I kept craving spicy food."
"But I could barely handle spice back then. I’d be in tears from the heat and still shoveling it in."
She rolled her eyes at the memory and added,
"And your father, bless him, was clueless. Called me crazy for it."
"Hahaha! In today’s terms, Dad was a total ‘straight man’!"
Cheng Jun giggled, unable to imagine her composed and wise father as a clueless, blunt young man.
Wen Ya laughed along, ruffling Cheng Jun’s hair affectionately.
Just then, the housekeeper arrived with tea. Shen Yi accepted a cup.
"Xiao Shen, are you hungry?"
Wen Ya set her teacup on a coaster and turned to Shen Yi.
"Ah, I’m fine, but Zhu Yun didn’t eat much at lunch. She’s probably hungry," Shen Yi replied, lifting his cup.
Wen Ya glanced at Cheng Jun, who shook her head, so she smiled and said,
"No worries. Have some tea first. Dinner will be ready soon."
It was just past 5:30—too early for real hunger—so there was no rush to eat.
Cheng Jun clung to Wen Ya’s arm, murmuring about her recent troubles.
"I’ve been feeling so emotional lately..."
"Not like angry, just... off. And my period’s late."
"Mom, my chest has been sore too. It hurts when I press on it."
With Wen Ya, Cheng Jun had no reservations, pouring out every little concern.
Wen Ya, having been through it all before, rested a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"That’s normal. Everyone goes through it."
"Some have it worse, some have it easier—just depends on your body."
"You’re still early on. Just be careful. If anything feels wrong, go straight to the hospital. Stay active, don’t stay up too late, and don’t overthink it."
Then she couldn’t resist adding,
"I told you to come stay with us. Between me and Auntie, you’d be better taken care of than on your own."
Cheng Jun brushed it off with a playful grin.
"I don’t like crowded places."
"Besides, Shen Yi’s looking after me. I’m barely pregnant—I’ll ask for help when I can’t move around as easily."
Her eyes curved mischievously as she teased,
"Your daughter’s a grown woman. I know to eat when I’m hungry and hide when it rains. Relax, I’ll be fine."
After two cups of tea, Cheng Tianwei still hadn’t appeared—clearly, the company meeting was running long.
Shen Yi excused himself to use the restroom.
Wen Ya pointed the way, waiting until he was out of earshot before turning back to Cheng Jun, her expression serious.
"Zhu Yun, you and Xiao Shen haven’t... you know, lately, right?"
Cheng Jun froze, then flushed crimson, ducking her head.
"Of course not. I know the risks."
Wen Ya relaxed. She hadn’t wanted to ask in front of Shen Yi, but now she pressed on,
"Good. The first three months are critical. If something happens, it’d be a tragedy."
Cheng Jun nodded vigorously.
"I know. Shen Yi said it’s bad for my health too."
Lately, Shen Yi had been teaching her all about pregnancy dos and don’ts, and she’d absorbed every word.
She didn’t know where he’d picked up the knowledge, assuming he’d researched it just for her. Though she didn’t say it aloud, the thought warmed her heart.
Effort spoke volumes. Shen Yi’s attentiveness reassured her more than anything.
As for Cousin and Shu Yunyi? They’re just sore losers.
Let them squabble. Cheng Jun had always kept a level head—in this game, the early bird got the worm.
What was the point of infighting? In the end, she was the one who came out on top.
Shen Yi returned, drying his hands, oblivious to their conversation as he took his seat again.
Then came the sound of footsteps—Cheng Tianwei descending the stairs.
His expression was calm, the meeting clearly concluded. His face softened as he looked at his wife and daughter.
"You’re back. What were you two talking about?"
Wen Ya waved him off.
"Women’s matters. None of your business."
The word women made Cheng Tianwei’s heart ache, but he’d known this day would come. He could accept it.
Shen Yi quickly stood to greet him.
"Hello, Uncle."
Cheng Tianwei turned and saw the culprit himself. His mood soured, but his composure was unshaken. He smiled politely.
"Xiao Shen, you’re here. Make yourself at home."
When Shen Yi nodded, Cheng Tianwei turned to Wen Ya.
"Is dinner ready?"
Wen Ya stood, sighing.
"Long ready. We were waiting for you."
"Ah, my fault. The meeting dragged on."
Cheng Tianwei apologized to the women before clapping his hands.
"Enough talk. Let’s eat."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
