Wen Qianrou couldn't quite figure it out at the moment.
She could only guess that Sister Qi was too exhausted from filming to bother with other matters.
Seeing that Tang Qi hadn’t replied to her message, Wen Qianrou first turned her head toward the other two, wearing a playful smile as she whispered:
"God Gu, and... Sister Ling, please enjoy the tea and some fruit first. I’m going to brag about our group photo in the chat, hehe."
"No problem."
Gu Luo nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts still lingering on who the group admin might be.
He already had a rough guess—considering the possibility of oversight, it was most likely either Situ Wenyao or Luo Shuhe.
Of course, Luo Shuning couldn’t be ruled out either.
The only two who were definitely out of the question were Gu Ximan and Luo Shuling.
Those two adorable, airheaded sisters lived carefree lives, doing little more than eating and sleeping.
Besides, Little Sunshine’s earlier behavior didn’t seem like she knew anything about the new fan group, and this was her first time meeting Wen Qianrou.
He’d have to find a chance to test the waters with Situ Wenyao and the others.
At that moment, Luo Shuling picked up a banana from the table, peeled it, and held it right up to Gu Luo’s mouth.
Gu Luo instinctively took a bite.
Only after realizing what had happened did he smile at Luo Shuling and say, "I can eat it myself."
With that, he took the banana from her hand.
After all, they were in someone else’s home—letting his little sister feed him like this was a bit improper, wasn’t it?
Luo Shuling, however, simply smiled without a word and started peeling an orange instead.
She meticulously picked off every bit of the white pith from the segments before immediately offering them to Gu Luo again.
Watching this, Wen Qianrou blinked, thinking to herself that the rumors were true—Gu Luo and his sisters really did have an enviably close relationship.
But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
After casually bragging in the group chat for a bit, she quickly switched to her conversation with Tang Qi.
[Wen Qianrou: Sister Qi, are you really tired today?]
This wasn’t the right moment to send any of her usual silly stickers.
About ten seconds later, Tang Qi suddenly replied.
[Tang Qi: Not too bad. I’m already back in Caizhou—just parked the car.]
[Tang Qi: How did Gu Luo end up at your place? Has Grandma Li finished cooking? If not, I’ll bring Yunyun over for dinner in a bit.]
Seeing this message, Wen Qianrou’s eyes lit up.
All her earlier confusion was instantly forgotten.
[Wen Qianrou: Dinner’s not ready yet! Sister Qi, hurry over—I want to take a group photo with my two favorite idols! (little girl shaking her butt.jpg)]
She was practically bursting with excitement.
[Tang Qi: Alright, I’ll be there in about forty minutes.]
"Ahhh!!!"
Wen Qianrou immediately started wiggling with joy, startling Gu Luo, who was in the middle of eating an orange.
What was up with this girl?
Why was she always so dramatic?
Just then—
"Xiao Luo, can you two handle spicy food? If so, I won’t bother removing all the chili seeds."
Grandma Li’s voice came from the kitchen doorway before she stepped out, asking the two of them kindly.
"Shuling and I can both handle spice."
Gu Luo answered Grandma Li first, but when his gaze flickered toward Wen Qianrou beside him, he froze again.
Wen Qianrou had seemingly switched personas once more, reverting to that quiet, sweet girl-next-door demeanor, sitting primly with perfect posture.
She had even put a bit more distance between herself and the others.
Adjusting the black-framed glasses on her nose, she tilted her head slightly and spoke in a soft, gentle voice:
"Grandma, could you make a little more food? Sister Qi just messaged saying she’s bringing Yunyun over."
The sheer contrast between Wen Qianrou’s public and private personas left Gu Luo utterly baffled.
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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.”
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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
