"Say what you will about Gu Luo, but his physique is undeniably top-notch," Gu Ximan declared proudly, her fingers hooking onto the hem of Gu Luo's shirt and lifting it gently.
In an instant, an exquisite sight unfolded before the two young women.
His abdominal muscles were perfectly defined, with not an ounce of excess fat, exuding masculine vigor and athleticism.
With each breath, they contracted and relaxed rhythmically.
The scene was no less breathtaking than a man undressing a peerless beauty.
Even though Gu Ximan had admired this view many times before, she couldn’t help but swallow hard, her heartbeat suddenly accelerating.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue, who had never seen anything like this before, blushed so deeply her face seemed about to drip blood. Her head spun as if she’d drunk counterfeit liquor.
She never imagined she’d get to appreciate Gu Luo’s flawless physique up close like this—so casually, so unexpectedly.
Back then, even a single glance from him would make her heart race and her cheeks burn.
Happiness... happiness had come far too suddenly.
It felt like a dream.
"Ahem... this is nothing," Gu Ximan forced herself to act composed, waving a hand with feigned nonchalance. "I’m so used to using him as a pillow. Xuexue, why don’t you give it a try?"
But though her words sounded generous, her mind was chanting:
‘Don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous.’
‘Xuexue is my best friend, my future sister-wife, don’t be jealous…’
"You’re so kind, Manman," Lu Xuexue said, always quick to praise Gu Ximan’s generosity. Then, mustering her courage, she reached out with trembling fingers, slowly inching toward Gu Luo’s abs.
The moment her fingertip lightly brushed against those firm muscles, a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot through her, making her shiver slightly.
It felt like touching warm steel, yet softer, alive with a pulse of vitality.
Dazed, Lu Xuexue pressed gently, feeling the powerful strength lying beneath the smooth skin.
The warmth seeped into her fingertips, spreading through her body, making her heart pound even harder and her cheeks burn hotter.
Watching this scene, Gu Ximan immediately averted her gaze, unable to suppress a twinge of possessiveness.
She could only console herself inwardly.
Fortunately, thanks to their previous "Truth or Dare" desensitization training—where she’d witnessed Gu Luo’s intimate interactions with the Luo sisters—she could handle this with only mild jealousy. No real harm done.
In the past, she might have backed out immediately.
Meanwhile, Lu Xuexue, while savoring the moment, kept an eye on Gu Ximan’s reaction. Noticing her friend’s averted gaze and conflicted expression, she quickly withdrew her hand, covering her scorching cheeks as she whispered:
"M-Manman... I’m done..."
Hearing this, Gu Ximan sighed inwardly but maintained her "main wife" composure, putting on a magnanimous front. "That fast? Want to hug him too?"
"N-no... that’s enough..." Lu Xuexue shook her head frantically, like a rattle-drum.
Gu Ximan studied her best friend’s face and couldn’t help asking, "Xuexue, do you think I’m jealous?"
"Ah... n-no..." Lu Xuexue’s expression visibly flustered.
"Liar! I said I’m not jealous—don’t you trust me?" Gu Ximan, ever the proud tsundere, lifted her chin with domineering confidence. "As your best friend, I never go back on my word. Here’s what we’ll do: tonight, sneak over, and we’ll both use Gu Luo’s arm as a pillow. You can slip back to my room before dawn. That’ll prove it, right?"
Inside, she was screaming: ‘Say no! Say no! Say no!’
But Lu Xuexue, unsure of Gu Ximan’s true feelings and utterly tempted by the offer, wrestled internally before finally nodding hesitantly:
"Then... I’ll listen to you, Manman..."
After a pause, she added in a tiny voice:
"...You’re so good to me."
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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.”
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?"
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
