"Bro, bro, brooo."
"Here, here, hereee."
The two played their little call-and-response game as Luo Shuling sighed with genuine admiration:
"Gu Luo, you’re seriously, seriously so gentle."
"Not really," Gu Luo scratched his head, choosing his words carefully. "It depends on the person. I’m not like this with everyone."
After a pause, as if recalling something, he couldn’t help but smile:
"Either way, I’d never want to see you sad."
Taking care of his little sister truly made him happy.
For him, giving love was even more fulfilling than receiving it.
"So that makes you a siscon!" Luo Shuling, walking ahead with her hands clasped behind her back, turned to face him while stepping backward. "Bro, if Shu Ning or Shu He ever bully you, remember to tell this great hero!"
Hearing this, Gu Luo chuckled and nodded. "Sure, sure. I’ll count on the great hero Little Sun to protect me."
"Hehe, I mean it! With me around, no one’s laying a finger on you." Luo Shuling tilted her head, her pretty eyes narrowing into crescents.
Even walking backward, she moved with steady, confident steps, as if she had eyes on the back of her head.
"Oki doki."
Gu Luo agreed readily, though in his heart, he simply took it as his sister’s affectionate concern.
The matter of feelings was something that would have to be addressed eventually.
But until that day came, no one could predict the outcome.
For now, he could only take things one step at a time.
Watching Luo Shuling walk backward so effortlessly, curiosity bubbled up in him. "Aren’t you scared? You’re walking so smoothly."
Generally, humans feared the unknown the most.
Even if someone carefully checked the path beforehand, walking backward would still make them glance back repeatedly to ensure their safety.
But Luo Shuling didn’t hesitate at all—she moved swiftly, without a trace of worry.
Truly a carefree, fearless little goofball.
Yet her answer caught Gu Luo off guard.
"I’d never dare do this alone."
"But now that you’re here, I know you’re watching my back. So I feel completely safe."
"You trust me that much?" The words struck Gu Luo like a warm wave, filling him with quiet delight.
Being around Little Sun was always so joyful, free of any worries.
"Of course! If we were in Infernal Affairs and only the two of us were left, I’d first suspect myself of being the mole, then wonder if I had amnesia. Hehe."
"Haha..."
Gu Luo couldn’t help but laugh again.
How could she be this adorable?!
Chatting and laughing, they neared the exit of East Lake Park.
"Bro, let’s race back later," Luo Shuling suggested, already stretching in preparation.
Every movement brimmed with energy, her perfect figure on full display.
"Sure."
Gu Luo stole a few admiring glances before mimicking her warm-up routine.
Once done, Luo Shuling grinned. "Whoever reaches the park gate first gets to make a demand. Deal?"
"Fine by me. But you’re gonna lose."
Gu Luo noted how much these triplets loved making demands.
"Oho, big talk." Luo Shuling pretended to shiver before declaring, "I’ll count down—three, two, one, go!"
"Alright." Gu Luo nodded.
"Three!"
"Two!"
But at this point, Luo Shuling suddenly paused. "Bro, did you know kindness can sometimes be a sin?"
"Huh? Kindness... a sin?"
Just as Gu Luo froze in confusion, Luo Shuling took off, sprinting several meters ahead before shouting—
"One!"
Seeing this, Gu Luo could only laugh helplessly, setting aside the philosophical question as he immediately chased after her.
His strides were powerful, swift as the wind, closing the distance between them bit by bit.
Under Luo Shuling’s stunned gaze, he overtook her.
Of course, this was thanks to the [Physical Enhancement Card].
Otherwise, catching up to the ever-energetic Little Sun wouldn’t have been so easy.
Gu Luo raced ahead—but just before the finish line, he abruptly stopped.
It was just a game, after all. Letting his little sister win was more fun.
And so, Luo Shuling dashed past the finish line, claiming victory.
"Bro, you’re way too fast!"
Panting lightly, she beamed. "But I knew my siscon brother would let me win. Thanks, bro!"
"Sweet talker. Name your condition."
Gu Luo truly loved hearing Little Sun’s voice.
And he wasn’t worried about her making any strange demands—it was bound to be something food-related.
"Hmm... let me think." Wiping a faint sheen of sweat from her forehead, Luo Shuling tilted her head with a sweet smile.
"Then promise me you’ll never let yourself get hurt. If you ever face trouble you can’t handle, come find me first."
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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”