[Ding!]
[During the forbidden zone exploration, you obtained and read the proxy sect leader’s private "Daily Life Journal"!]
[Reward: 200 sect contribution points, 400 spirit stones, 3 bottles of Hundred Flowers Dew.]
Listening to Chen Qimeng’s words,
Lin Yu couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild…
Hate her girlfriends?
Not a chance!
He was nothing but grateful, moved, and appreciative.
Lin Yu had been curious before.
What could possibly drive someone like Chen Qimeng—with her personality—to the point of divorce?
Now, the big mystery in his heart finally had an answer.
And what a pleasantly surprising answer it was!
Unable to contain his emotions, Lin Yu said:
"No wonder… no wonder you two never had children after marriage…"
"So your ex-husband was…"
Chen Qimeng replied with self-deprecation:
"If holding hands alone could lead to pregnancy, maybe we would’ve had a child."
"The only time we held hands was during the wedding ceremony."
"I saw with my own eyes how he kept washing his hands repeatedly afterward, his face full of disgust."
"That was the first time I truly felt what it was like to be despised by someone…"
As she spoke,
Chen Qimeng clenched her fists tighter on her lap.
She was usually a forgetful and forgiving person.
Yet this particular memory remained etched vividly in her mind.
Over the years, whenever a man tried to get close to her, that scene would replay in her mind.
Gradually,
That small detail became an indelible wound.
Perhaps for many more years, she would still…
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
Just as she was lost in her memories,
A pair of hands suddenly reached out and gently clasped hers, cradling them as if they were treasures.
"Maybe ‘she’ was the one who was dirty to begin with."
"Skin this fair and smooth, like a twenty-year-old’s."
"I’ve always wanted to say—your hands are truly beautiful."
"They’re the most beautiful pair I’ve ever seen!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your heartfelt praise soothes the proxy sect leader’s wounded heart!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Chen Qimeng was inexplicably touched by Lin Yu’s words.
The atmosphere—soaking their feet together, their hands intertwined—
Yet she felt no awkwardness or tension.
All she could replay in her mind were Lin Yu’s words.
Lately, she had been trying to follow He Jing’s advice.
To treat Xiao Yu as a "grown man," not just a kid.
Earlier, when she mentioned picking up a pillow,
Chen Qimeng had secretly hoped, even just a little…
That Xiao Yu might understand the years of pain she had endured.
But she never expected—
Xiao Yu had spoken straight to her heart…
"Xiao Yu, you… you’re teasing your aunt."
"At thirty, how could I… haha… how could I…"
"You’re making me laugh so hard I’m almost crying…"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Beneath the indifferent facade lies a guarded heart—you’ve successfully touched the proxy sect leader’s soul!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Seeing Chen Qimeng’s emotions surging uncontrollably,
Lin Yu stepped out of the foot-soaking tub and moved to her side,
Letting her lean against him.
At a time like this,
No words of comfort were needed.
Speaking would only ruin the moment.
Her tears were a release—years of pent-up grievances finally pouring out.
Rather than trying to do something blindly,
It was better to simply be there for her.
……
About ten minutes later,
Chen Qimeng finally composed herself and hurried to empty the foot-soaking tub.
In the bathroom,
She washed her face in front of the mirror.
Cupping her cheeks, she stared at her reflection, only now feeling the delayed embarrassment.
She had no idea what came over her earlier.
To lose control like that—
Crying like a mess in front of Xiao Yu, even staining his clothes.
The thought made her rush out of the bathroom:
"X-Xiao Yu… let me wash your clothes for you, okay?"
"Maybe it’s just work stress lately, I don’t know why I…"
She tried to salvage some dignity,
But before she could finish,
Lin Yu was already handing her his T-shirt.
"I get it. Adults have stress—crying once in a while is good."
"Thanks for washing it, Aunt Qimeng. I’ll pick it up tomorrow night."
"And maybe mooch another foot soak."
"I’ve been learning massage therapy—it works on feet too."
"Consider it my thank-you for the shoes you bought me. I’ll give you a proper massage."
In this atmosphere,
Chen Qimeng couldn’t possibly refuse.
Her heart warmed as she nodded, only to accidentally catch sight of Lin Yu’s toned physique.
She quickly averted her gaze: "…"
She hadn’t noticed before.
She thought Xiao Yu was just skinny.
Does he work out at school too?
"The shoes fit perfectly!"
"It’s getting late—you should rest, Auntie."
"I’ll head back to sleep. Message me anytime if you need anything."
The effects of the Forbidden Zone Exploration Talisman hadn’t worn off yet,
But tonight’s mood was best left here.
Leaving room for more later.
Pushing the relationship too fast would only backfire.
He’d already experienced the talisman’s power to the fullest.
Next time,
Maybe he’d try it with another sect friend—
They couldn’t all be immortal maidens, right?
……
The foot soak had washed away his fatigue.
Lin Yu returned to his room, relaxed and refreshed.
As soon as he stepped inside,
A rustling sound reached his ears.
Lin Yu turned: "!!!"
Snap!
Before he could react,
The bedroom light flicked on.
Mo Shangying stood there, staring at Lin Yu’s bare torso,
Her eyes a mix of shock and poorly concealed glee.
Ye Mengfu, standing by the desk, caught sight of Lin Yu’s state—
She spun around instantly, her back to him.
For a few seconds, the room was frozen in silence.
Mo Shangying broke it first:
"Shifu…"
"Did you and the nurse have such a wild time…"
"That you lost your shirt?"
Lin Yu quickly grabbed a robe from the rack:
"You two—"
"How did you get in?"
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
Mo Shangying shrugged innocently:
"We just got here a minute ago—didn’t even have time to turn on the light."
"Your door wasn’t locked!"
"And we did text you. Check your phone if you don’t believe me."
"Ohhh~"
"Too busy playing around to check your messages?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Lately, especially at night,
Plenty of people had been messaging him nonstop.
When he was focused on something, he often missed notifications.
He figured he’d reply to everyone at once later—
Like an emperor reviewing memorials in bed.
Who knew
He’d walk into such a surprise!
Since lunch,
He hadn’t had time to chat much with these two.
With the sudden appearance of a "new disciple," it was no surprise Mo Shangying had questions.
Coming to his room this late—
She must be here to discuss tomorrow’s "dojo challenge" plan!
Sure enough,
What came next—
Mo Shangying pulled the bashful Ye Mengfu closer and asked Lin Yu with a grin:
"Master, shouldn’t you explain it to us?"
"Is Nurse Sister my 'senior sister' or 'junior sister'?"
"Our sect seems unexpectedly huge!"
"Hehehe..."
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.”
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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, 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?"
