The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Fang Qi felt as if someone had poked a hole in the sky!
What had originally been fine, dense threads of rain had now...
Formed into a vast, white curtain of rain!
It crashed down on the sea with a deafening roar!
The sea breeze also seemed to have gone mad, darting wildly from all directions, carrying rainwater and pouring it down his neck!
Above their heads, the large, emerald green leaf held up by the silver-haired girl—
Was already swaying violently in the wind!
Liguang knelt in front of him, her slender back perfectly straight. Her silver hair was completely soaked, sticking to her cheeks and neck in wet strands.
She stubbornly held up the leaf, her amber left eye narrowed, rainwater trickling down her eyelashes.
But the wind and rain...
Were a bit too much!
The edges of the leaf curled up in the wind, and the rain flew in diagonally...
Beating mercilessly against Fang Qi's face and body!
"Achoo—!"
He sneezed, his whole body trembling.
Liguang looked up!
That amber left eye immediately filled with heartache.
"Master!"
Her voice carried a faint tremble:
"Are, are you cold...?"
Fang Qi rubbed his nose and quickly waved his hand:
"I'm fine, I'm fine, just sneezed, it's normal..."
Before he could finish his sentence...
Liguang threw the large leaf, which already had several tears in it...
To the side!
Then, she threw herself into his arms!
"Ugh...!"
Her warm, soft, and wet body crashed solidly against his chest!
Her slender arms wrapped around his waist, and her delicate face pressed into the crook of his neck.
Her body was warm.
Just like a fully charged hand warmer!
"Liguang will help Master get warm!"
Her voice was muffled against Fang Qi's chest, full of urgent concern and a hint of... coquettishness, as if asking for praise!
"Liguang absolutely won't let Master catch a cold!"
Fang Qi was taken aback, then instinctively tightened his arms around her.
Mmm...
Hugging his wife felt so good!
It was really warm!
He had just been soaked to the bone by the rain, and now he was holding a warm, soft little stove...
The chill was immediately dispelled by more than half!
He even felt a little hot...
Crazy woman...
Did you forget you're wearing a swimsuit right now...!
Do you know how attractive you are right now!
... This is killing me!
He took a deep breath, then looked down at the wet little silver head in his arms.
Liguang was currently curled up against his chest.
Water droplets hung on her eyelashes, trembling...
Just like a kitten that had been caught in the rain, desperately snuggling into its master's arms.
That empty right eye socket rested quietly against his wet clothes. Her amber left eye was secretly peeking at him.
Seeing him look at her, she didn't avert her gaze, but instead curved her eyes and blinked at him.
On the sea, the discarded leaf spun in the wind, drifting further and further away.
Fang Qi also blinked:
"The leaf is gone."
"Mhm."
The silver-haired girl replied in his arms, her voice soft and sticky:
"Don't want the leaf anymore."
"Then what about the rain?"
"Liguang can be in the rain."
She paused, burying her face deeper into his neck:
"But... Master can't be in the rain!"
Then... she gently shook her little head.
That thick, wet silver hair was shaken loose.
Like a piece of wet, smooth silk, it cascaded down her slender back!
She tilted her head and stroked the ends of her hair with her fingertips—
This wet, silver "raincoat" was gently draped over the two of them!
The silver strands covered Fang Qi's shoulders, sticking to his wet T-shirt.
It was soft and smooth, like a thin silk quilt!
Most of the rain that fell on them flowed down her hair.
"This way..."
Liguang's voice was muffled against his chest, with a small, satisfied nasal tone:
"Liguang can block more rain for Master!"
Fang Qi looked down.
At this moment, her entire small face was buried in his neck, revealing only a red ear tip.
That cheap little star earring swayed gently against her wet silver hair.
Crazy woman, you...
Where do you get all these tricks!
I really...
Can't take it anymore!
If we weren't at sea right now, and it wasn't raining heavily...
I would really... right now!
But in the end, he just gritted his teeth and tightened his arms even more!
And Liguang reached out a small hand, pulling up the collar of his wet T-shirt.
Then...
She pressed herself even closer!
Her slender body tried its best to embed itself into his arms!
As if as long as she blocked him tightly enough, those damn raindrops wouldn't fall on her master!
Rainwater trickled down her silver hair, and her pale back was exposed to the rain.
Slender, thin...
Yet she stood motionless, shielding him from the wind and rain!
The restlessness in Fang Qi's heart gradually subsided, and then he suddenly frowned, thinking of a problem!
"Liguang."
"Hmm?"
"If you generate heat like this... will it consume power faster?"
This crazy woman had so little power left, she couldn't afford to generate extra heat!
But the delicate body in his arms just twisted slightly.
Then, that little silver head lifted from his chest.
Her amber left eye looked at him, curving into a smile, her eyelashes still covered in fine water droplets.
"Hehe!"
The girl's voice was soft and sweet, full of joy:
"Master is worrying about Liguang again!"
She buried her face back into his chest, unable to resist rubbing against it.
"Liguang is just doing normal operational heat dissipation, not deliberately increasing heat output!"
Her voice was muffled, carrying a smile:
"So, Master doesn't need to worry about power consumption!"
Her fingertips gently scratched his waist:
"Liguang's current body temperature is exactly the most energy-efficient temperature in the AI companion sleep mode!"
"So... Master has to hug Liguang properly and tightly..."
"To get warm better!"
Fang Qi: "..."
... Sleep mode?
Hug tightly to get warm?
...?
Provoking me...!
This crazy woman, she's provoking me!
I should let you see right now what real... means!
He abruptly lowered his head, only to see that her empty right eye socket had also curved into a happy crescent.
... Forget it.
Consider yourself lucky this time, I'll let you off!
Wait until we get to the shore, and you're fully charged, see if I don't...!
He tightened his arms, wrapping her entirely in his embrace.
"Then... I'll have to hold you properly."
The delicate body in his arms trembled with satisfaction.
Then her two slender arms also tightened.
It was still raining.
But Fang Qi could no longer feel the cold.
The warm, soft little stove in his arms was evenly radiating just the right amount of heat.
His body temperature was rising, and his wet clothes didn't feel as uncomfortable anymore.
He even... felt a little sleepy.
His eyelids began to droop.
His consciousness gradually blurred.
In his ears...
The sound of rain, wind, and waves.
And the gentle simulated breathing sound in his arms.
The tip of his nose caught a pleasant sweet strawberry scent.
"Liguang..."
Half-closing his eyes, his voice laced with exhaustion, he murmured,
"How much longer... until we get there?"
The little silver head lifted from his chest.
Her amber left eye looked at him quietly, a shallow curve playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Is Master sleepy?"
"Yeah... a little..."
"Then go to sleep."
Her voice was incredibly light and soft, like a feather brushing against his ear.
"According to Liguang's previous calculations—"
She paused, a gentle light rippling in her amber eye.
"By the time Master wakes up from a nap, we'll be able to see land."
Fang Qi blinked.
Sleep... and we'll be there?
Yeah, that sounds nice...
He was truly just too tired...
Building the raft, escaping, and then getting drenched in that heavy rain...
It was time to rest.
"Then... wake me up when we get there."
His voice grew fainter and fainter, and his eyelids shut completely.
"Mhm."
By his ear, Liguang replied softly.
He felt cold lips brush against his chin.
"Goodnight, Master."
Her voice sounded like a dream.
"Make sure... Liguang is in your dreams too."
Fang Qi couldn't quite hear her clearly anymore.
His consciousness sank into a warm darkness.
He had a very happy dream.
In the dream, he and Liguang lived in a small wooden cabin by the sea.
A cobblestone path led to the door, and freshly washed bedsheets hung drying in the yard.
Liguang was wearing that cream-white dress, her silver hair shimmering in the sunlight.
She squatted barefoot in the yard, digging at something with a small trowel.
"Master, look!"
She turned around, her amber left eye curving into a crescent, her newly replaced crimson eye sparkling!
"The cherry tomatoes Liguang planted have already sprouted!"
He smiled and walked over...
...
...
Fang Qi slowly opened his eyes.
What entered his vision...
Wasn't the sea, wasn't the sky, wasn't the rain.
It was... a ceiling?
An unfamiliar ceiling.
Wooden beams, old tiles...
A ray of sunlight slanted in through a gap.
...Huh?
His pupils lost focus for a brief moment...
He stared blankly at the ceiling, his mind...
Filled with the emptiness of just waking up.
...What was going on?
Then...
He suddenly sat bolt upright!
He looked around.
Beneath him was a rock-hard wooden bed, covered with a coarse, faded bedsheet.
The air carried the salty tang of the sea breeze, along with...
A mixed scent of firewood, salted fish, and old wood.
It was very unfamiliar.
...?
Where... was this place?
Fang Qi's newly awakened mind was still a bit muddled.
Before this...
He seemed to have fallen asleep holding Liguang on the bamboo raft?
And then...?
"...Liguang?"
He called out softly.
No response.
"Liguang?"
His voice was louder, though hoarse.
Still, no one answered.
He sat there in a daze.
So... where exactly was he?
And where... did Liguang go?
The consciousness in his mind finally began to gather!
He rolled over to get out of bed!
But his body felt heavy, his head dizzy...
With a stumble, he crashed to the floor!
The fall made him grimace in pain!
It hurt...!
"...Liguang! Where are you?!"
He shouted hoarsely!
That crazy woman...
Where did she run off to?!
Why was he...
"Oh my, the young man is finally awake?"
Just then, a woman's voice with a heavy regional accent came from the side.
He turned his head somewhat stiffly.
It was a middle-aged woman wearing coarse clothes and an apron, standing by the bed holding a steaming bowl of fish soup.
On her face was an honest, pleasantly surprised smile.
"Old man! Old man! Come quick! He's awake!"
She yelled toward the outside of the house!
Then she looked at Fang Qi with a beaming smile:
"Young man, you're finally awake! You've been out cold for nearly a whole day and night!"
"My husband went out to sea to fish and found you by the reef, just floating in the water!"
"Oh my, it scared us half to death, we thought you weren't breathing anymore..."
Fang Qi stared at her blankly.
His ears were ringing.
...?
What?
A day and a night?
He was unconscious for a day and a night?
And was picked up from the sea?
Then...
He spoke hoarsely, carrying a trace of hope:
"What... about the other person?"
The fisherwoman blinked.
"Huh? Wasn't it just you?"
She said it as a matter of course:
"By the reef, it was just you floating there. My husband fished you out with a net."
"What's wrong, did you have a companion?"
Fang Qi's breathing stopped.
Wait...
Wait!
Eh?
Only him?
No...
Wait a minute...!
Don't panic.
He couldn't panic!
Fang Qi's mind was a tangled mess!
He had to sort out the current situation first...
Before this, he had fallen asleep holding that crazy woman, and then...
He was picked up from the sea?
And... slept for a day and a night?
Only he... was found?
...Where was Liguang?
Where was Liguang?!
Where was that crazy woman who said, "Master will see land after a nap" ?!!
He violently threw off the blanket!
His bare feet stepped onto the freezing dirt floor!
"Hey hey young man, what are you doing—! You haven't fully recovered yet—!"
The fisherwoman's exclamations were left behind him.
He stumbled and rushed toward the door!
He slammed the door open—
The sunlight was blinding, the sea breeze hit his face.
Before his eyes was an unfamiliar, tranquil bay.
No raft.
No silver hair.
No her.
Fang Qi stood on the threshold, his weak legs trembling powerlessly.
He... stared blankly at the unfamiliar sight before him.
Just what...
Was going on?
So... where was Liguang?
Where was...
His crazy woman?
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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
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?"
