At the same time.
Luo Shuning lay flat on the soft bed, the room silent except for her faint breathing and the occasional muffled thud of her legs kicking the sheets.
"Brother is spoiling Little Man way too much. It's a bit excessive."
She stared at the photos on her phone, trying to smile, but this time, the corners of her lips barely lifted before drooping helplessly again.
An indescribable, peculiar feeling spread through her heart.
For some reason... she felt a tiny, tiny, tiny bit irritated.
Just a smidge.
But it was something she’d never experienced before.
Luo Shuning kept scrolling through the photos on her phone, her chest feeling strangely tight.
She couldn’t help but murmur softly, "Am I jealous... or... am I angry...?"
The two in the photos looked far too intimate.
If it were just the usual arm-linking, it wouldn’t be a big deal—it’d even look heartwarming.
But now, not only were they flaunting their closeness in every photo, they were even going to sleep together tonight...
So frustrating.
Luo Shuning set her phone aside and buried her entire face deep into the blankets, her fair, slender legs kicking the bed even more rapidly.
She couldn’t help but wonder—if she and Gu Luozhen got together in two months, should she subtly bring this up?
But how would she even say it?
Ugh... Would he think she’s being too petty?
And if she did say something... it’d definitely affect her relationship with Little Man...
At this thought, Luo Shuning suddenly rolled onto her back, staring blankly at the white ceiling, her gaze complicated.
"Why do you have to be so kind to everyone...?"
"Even though that’s exactly what I love about you..."
Yes.
Her heart was in turmoil.
Like a small boat lost in a vast, endless sea.
She wanted—so, so badly—to claim Gu Luo for herself.
Ahead, there was the pressure from her family. Behind her, Shu He was catching up.
And then there were those hidden threats lurking in the shadows, like reefs beneath the ocean’s surface, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to her fragile love boat.
Luo Shuning had always been confident, ever since she was little. When this relationship began, she’d been just as self-assured. But as time passed and circumstances evolved, she suddenly found herself wavering.
She couldn’t stop overthinking.
The old her would never have been like this.
Her gaze unconsciously drifted toward the neighboring room, as if she could see through the walls and witness what was happening inside. She whispered softly to herself,
"Shu He... What are you thinking right now?"
Meanwhile, in the next room.
"Big sister must be feeling jealous right now."
Luo Shuhe lay curled up on the bed, her silky black hair cascading like satin over her shoulders and pillow.
Staring at the photos on her phone, she couldn’t help but sigh.
"Sis... With the kind of person you are deep down, in the end, you’re the one who’ll get hurt."
"As for me..."
At this, she curled up even tighter, her face completely hidden behind her hair, concealing whatever expression she wore.
Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound escaped.
Clearly, those last words were meant only for herself.
As she scrolled back and forth between the two photos, Luo Shuhe wondered if she should go over and join the fun tonight—take a little piece for herself.
After all, one person sleeping together, two people sleeping together—why not three?
But just as the thought crossed her mind, Gu Ximan’s words echoed in her head—
"Shu He-jie, biting straws is a bad habit. You should fix that."
...Never mind.
She could let her little sister have this one.
She’s pitiful enough as it is.
She probably still hasn’t realized there’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing by her side.
Too naive.
With that thought, Luo Shuhe spoke up.
"Little Bai, turn off the lights."
"Understood."
The next second, the room plunged into darkness.
No more thinking. Time to sleep.
Closing her eyes, drowsiness gradually washed over her.
Before long, she drifted into dreams.
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Her vision was blurry.
Everything around her seemed veiled in a hazy, dreamlike mist.
Luo Shuhe saw a little girl in the mirror—so small she barely reached the table.
The tiny figure felt both familiar and foreign.
Her perspective kept shifting—one moment, she was seeing through the girl’s eyes, as if she were her. The next, she was an outsider, silently observing.
Though she was conscious, it was faint—like the last flicker of a candle in the wind.
"Shu He! Shu He!"
Suddenly, a bright, cheerful voice called out from the distance.
Luo Shuhe instinctively turned and saw an identical little girl skipping toward her, her face brimming with a triumphant smile.
Coldly, she spoke.
"What do you want?"
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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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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
