Gu Luo sipped the fragrant meat porridge from his bowl, bringing a spoonful to his lips. As the soft, glutinous grains touched his tongue, the playful banter of Gu Ximan’s girlish teasing drifted from across the table.
Lu Xuexue, her cheeks flushed pink, reached out to cover Ximan’s mouth. The two girls tussled, their hair tangling as morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting their intertwined shadows in a honeyed glow.
Watching the scene, Gu Luo felt an extra warmth seep into the porridge in his mouth—this was good. No matter what, at least little Ximan wouldn’t be lonely anymore.
As a guy, he didn’t support gay relationships, but he had no prejudice against yuri (girls’ love). In fact, he was quite open-minded about it.
Of course, nearly 95% of guys felt the same way.
By the same logic, this was why so many fujoshi (female fans of boys’ love) existed.
Compared to Ximan falling into some other guy’s arms, deep down, Gu Luo would much rather see her nestled in the embrace of a gentle, delicate girl like Xuexue.
Ahem...
Naturally, all of this hinged on respecting Ximan’s own feelings.
Noticing it was break time between classes, Gu Luo sent a message to the three Luo sisters, letting them know he was awake and feeling fine.
All three replied instantly.
After briefly responding to Luo Shuhe and Luo Shuling, his heart raced as he quickly typed another message to Luo Shuning.
[Gu Luo: Big Treasure, Dad agreed to our relationship. We’ll talk about the details tonight when I get back. (grinning emoji)]
[Luo Shuning: Mhm, I already knew last night, haha! You mumbled “agreed” in your sleep, so I figured it out. Little Treasure, you’re the best! ~( ̄▽ ̄~)(~ ̄▽ ̄)~]
Reading this, Gu Luo finally understood why Luo Shuning had only left him caring words earlier without asking about the conversation’s outcome—she’d already pieced it together from his drunken ramblings.
This habit of his was exactly like Gu Ximan’s.
Whether dreaming or in a hazy state like drunkenness, he’d easily spill his thoughts aloud.
And there was no changing that.
He chuckled helplessly just as another message from Luo Shuning popped up.
[Luo Shuning: Little Treasure, let’s go out alone after school to celebrate! Oh, and don’t forget to bring your ID. o(////▽///ω\))
Just as Gu Luo lost himself in the sweet exchange with his little angel, Gu Ximan’s disgruntled voice cut in:
“Stinky Gu Luo, who are you chatting with? You look like an idiot grinning like that.”
“Your Sister Shuning. We’re going to the internet café tonight to game.” He answered without thinking, not bothering to hide it.
There was no point in secrecy now that their father had given his approval. Sooner or later, the truth would come out at home.
Gu Ximan, of course, knew that both Luo Shuning and Luo Shuhe had been “corrupted” by Gu Luo, falling into the same contract.
She couldn’t help but pout, poking Xuexue’s burning earlobe. “What’s so fun about games anyway...”
Then, abruptly changing the subject, she slung an arm around her best friend’s shoulders and shot Gu Luo a challenging look.
“Stinky Gu Luo, we’re going to Xuexue’s place later to take some private photos. You’re our photographer. If you don’t make us two gorgeous girls look absolutely breathtaking, forget about sneaking off to play games!”
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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!

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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?!

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.”