Shen Yi excused himself from the host and walked to a corner to answer the phone.
Under normal circumstances, he shouldn’t have taken the call at this point, but if it was anyone else, he might have ignored it—however, when Fu Nanzhi called, he had to pick up.
"Hello?"
"What’s going on?" Shen Yi leaned in and asked in a hushed voice.
"Hurry over, Shen Yi!"
"Quick! I can’t hold her back!"
As soon as the call connected, the background noise was chaotic, followed by Fu Nanzhi’s panicked voice.
Shen Yi’s expression tightened, and he immediately asked,
"What’s wrong? Who can’t you hold back?"
"Calm down, explain slowly."
On the other end, Fu Nanzhi felt slightly reassured hearing Shen Yi’s voice. She took a steadying breath and said,
"It’s Shu Yunyi."
"She’s drunk so much, and she’s demanding to see you."
"There are bottles everywhere—she’s sitting on the edge of the balcony, and I can’t talk her down."
"What?!"
Shen Yi’s heart lurched, his voice rising involuntarily, drawing curious glances from those nearby.
"Where are you?"
"At Shu Yunyi’s apartment," Fu Nanzhi replied urgently.
Though alarmed, Shen Yi kept his composure. After a pause, he instructed,
"Put the call on speaker."
"Okay."
Fu Nanzhi obeyed, switching to speakerphone while keeping a firm grip on Shu Yunyi’s arm—though her strength was no match if Shu Yunyi truly intended to jump.
After a moment, Shen Yi spoke again,
"Yunyi, it’s me."
Shu Yunyi was heavily intoxicated, her eyes swollen like peaches, legs dangling over the balcony’s edge.
Her head spun, making her oblivious to the danger—or perhaps she was aware but deliberately ignoring it.
Faintly, she thought she heard Shen Yi’s voice, and her consciousness sharpened slightly.
"Xiao... Xiao Yi..."
"You... you’re here?"
She clutched Fu Nanzhi’s hand, mistaking her for Shen Yi.
Her fragmented words reached Shen Yi, who took a deep breath and softened his tone.
"I’m here."
"Whatever’s troubling you, you can tell me. What are you doing like this?"
"Come down from the balcony, alright?"
He avoided scolding her for drinking, not daring to provoke her over the phone.
His priority was coaxing her to safety—everything else could wait until she sobered up.
Shu Yunyi turned her head, forcing her swollen eyes open. Fu Nanzhi’s figure came into focus.
Even in her haze, she recognized this wasn’t Shen Yi and petulantly protested,
"You... you’re not Xiao Yi. Who are you?"
"Xiao Yi... Xiao Yi, where are you?"
"I need to see you."
Tears streamed down her face like broken beads.
Despite her muddled state, Shu Yunyi refused to let a stranger touch her, wrenching her arm free from Fu Nanzhi’s grasp.
The sudden movement threw her off balance—she nearly toppled over the edge.
"Ah!"
Fu Nanzhi barely had time to scream before lunging forward, wrapping her arms around Shu Yunyi’s waist to steady her.
Once she had a firm hold, Fu Nanzhi broke into a cold sweat, heart pounding with delayed terror. If she hadn’t acted fast, Shu Yunyi might have been lost forever.
Shu Yunyi, one foot dangling in the air, jolted awake from the near-fall, her drunkenness fading rapidly.
On the other end of the line, Shen Yi couldn’t see what happened—only heard Fu Nanzhi’s scream. Assuming the worst, he urgently demanded,
"What happened? What’s wrong?"
"Nanzhi? Yunyi?"
His voice snapped Shu Yunyi back to reality. She realized she hadn’t imagined hearing him earlier.
Staring at the phone on speaker, her expression twisted with sorrow. She knew today was Shen Yi’s wedding—the very reason she’d drowned herself in alcohol.
Fu Nanzhi pressed a hand to her racing heart, wiping away sweat before answering,
"It’s... it’s fine. I caught her."
"We’re both okay."
Her voice trembled, betraying how shaken she was.
Shen Yi instantly pieced together what had happened. Anger surged within him.
"Shu Yunyi!"
"Is your life worth so little to you?"
If it were anyone else threatening to jump, he might not believe it—but Shu Yunyi? She’d done it before.
Shu Yunyi let out a tearful, bitter laugh.
"What’s the point of living if you’re not here?"
Shen Yi softened his tone.
"I’ve always been here."
"Really?"
"Then where are you right now?"
Shu Yunyi lowered her head mockingly, swinging her legs over the edge.
"I..."
Shen Yi faltered.
Shu Yunyi knew full well today was his wedding day—she just wanted to corner him, make him suffer.
"Oh..."
"Can’t say it?"
Shen Yi exhaled slowly, speaking gently.
"I’m at the wedding venue."
"Is it our wedding? Why wasn’t the bride informed?"
Drunken sorrow and resentment bled into her words.
Shen Yi rubbed his temples, glancing back at the crowd watching him.
But this was his mess to clean up. He murmured soothingly,
"Yunyi, calm down. We’ll talk after you sober up, alright?"
"Come inside. Let Nanzhi make you some sobering soup, then rest. You’ll feel better."
Shu Yunyi’s eyes filled with desolation.
"You think I’m just throwing a tantrum, don’t you?"
Fu Nanzhi edged closer, ready to intervene if she spiraled further.
Shen Yi remained patient, his voice tender.
"No, don’t think like that."
"No? Then can you come see me?"
Shu Yunyi’s breath reeked of alcohol as she laid bare her heart.
With the ceremony starting soon, there was no way the groom could leave. It was impossible.
After a moment’s hesitation, Shen Yi relented.
"Tonight."
"I’ll come find you tonight."
Sneaking out on his wedding night was the best he could offer—though even that wasn’t guaranteed.
"No."
Shu Yunyi shook her head violently.
"Now. Come see me now."
Shen Yi’s brows knitted together, frustration boiling over.
"The wedding starts in half an hour. I can’t leave now."
The word "wedding" grated on Shu Yunyi’s ears. Impulsively, she declared,
"Fine. Then you have twenty minutes."
"If you’re not here in twenty minutes, I’ll jump."
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
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
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.”
