A corner of a university cafeteria brimming with nostalgic charm.
Chen Qimeng and Lin Yu sat side by side at the table.
She lowered her head, eating nervously, occasionally stealing glances at Lin Yu beside her.
Every time she looked over,
Lin Yu was leaning on the table, watching her with gentle attention.
"Xiao Yu, why aren’t you eating?" Chen Qimeng asked suspiciously.
Lin Yu smiled in response:
"It’s not as good as what you make."
The world in the dream was an intertwining of fantasy and reality.
Though both were university students,
Lin Yu’s words didn’t strike Chen Qimeng as odd—instead, they felt... sweet?
"After... class this afternoon, I’ll buy groceries and cook for you at home," Chen Qimeng replied.
But then Lin Yu suddenly took her hand, making her heartbeat race again.
"Sure. This time, will you soak your feet on the bed or the chair?"
At these words,
Chen Qimeng couldn’t bring herself to meet Lin Yu’s eyes.
Unconsciously, she rested her forehead against his shoulder:
"Xiao Yu, I’m much older than you. Don’t you...?"
Lin Yu stroked her silky hair:
"What does age matter? Do you really not like me at all?"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu cupped Chen Qimeng’s face, lifting it gently toward him.
Watching Lin Yu’s face draw closer, Chen Qimeng suddenly felt a wave of weightlessness.
...
Chen Qimeng jolted awake in bed.
"Xiao Yu! Don’t—!"
It took her a moment to realize where she was.
Rubbing her forehead, she let out a long sigh.
So it was just a dream?
No wonder Xiao Yu had appeared in her university.
How foolish.
Why would she have such a dream tonight?
Was it really because she’d been alone for too long?
She had long given up fantasies about men—wasn’t being alone just fine?
And besides,
how could it have been Xiao Yu!
It must have been because of what happened after she got home that night.
Chen Qimeng: "..."
Strangely,
after realizing it was a dream,
the frustration and embarrassment didn’t linger long.
Instead, a deep sense of loneliness and regret took their place.
If she were younger, like the other girls in the apartment, what kind of feelings would she have for Xiao Yu?
Chen Qimeng abruptly sat up: "!!!"
What on earth was she thinking just now?!
That was Xiao Yu.
They were only family.
And... they could only ever be family.
...
In the bedroom of the young artist Ye Mengfu,
the dream world was entirely different.
A drizzly city street, the temperature dropping suddenly.
Ye Mengfu had deliberately dressed lightly—a white-and-pink striped crop top and shorts that accentuated her figure and legs.
Standing in the fine rain without an umbrella,
she rubbed her arms and hands, blowing warm air into her palms to stave off the chill.
The contrast between cold and warmth made her breath visible in faint, misty puffs—so vivid and tangible.
"Xiao Fu."
The next moment,
a familiar voice called from behind.
Lin Yu, dressed in long sleeves and pants, quickly stepped in front of her.
With a scolding tone, he said:
"Why dress so lightly in this cold? What if you get sick?"
Ye Mengfu: "I’m sorr—"
Hearing his words, she instinctively started to apologize.
But then,
remembering Lin Yu had once told her they didn’t need apologies between them, she stopped herself.
Ye Mengfu lowered her head, wanting to tell Lin Yu
she’d dressed this way because... she thought he’d like it.
Yet even in the dream world, she wasn’t good at expressing herself.
Strangely,
Lin Yu was an astute partner.
"Xiao Fu, you dressed like this for me, didn’t you?"
Ye Mengfu shuddered.
Her entire body tensed in the rain.
No matter how cold the droplets were, they couldn’t extinguish the burning in her cheeks.
He... he noticed!
Lin Yu: "Thought I’d like it?"
Ye Mengfu: "..."
Immediately after,
Lin Yu’s warm jacket draped over Ye Mengfu’s shoulders,
wrapping her snugly within it.
At the same time,
his arms encircled her.
The moment she fell into his embrace,
the cold vanished instantly.
Warmth spread from her body straight to her heart.
Lin Yu: "Xiao Fu, are you an idiot?"
Ye Mengfu: "N-no, I’m not..."
Lin Yu whispered by her ear:
"The weather’s too bad for shopping now."
"Let’s find somewhere warm to chat... just the two of us. Okay?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Wasn’t this the kind of scene often seen in romance comics?
Young lovers caught in the rain.
And then...
A dimly lit room, white sheets, white blankets, white pillows...
Just a few soft strokes of the pen could capture the atmosphere of that little space.
Was this really about to happen to her?
And with Lin Yu, of all people...
Ye Mengfu peeked up at him.
Instantly, she met Lin Yu’s intense gaze.
Ye Mengfu: "Mm..."
The overcast sky,
as if responding to her answer,
parted slightly.
In a daze,
a golden beam of sunlight broke through,
illuminating the young couple.
...
5:30 a.m.
Lin Yu’s bedroom.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—secretly rendezvousing with your soul cultivation partner in a dream, engaging in sweet spiritual cultivation!]
[Reward: 100 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—your dream encounter left the acting sect leader lost in romantic fantasies!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu sat up in bed, his mind unusually clear.
He couldn’t help muttering:
"That’s it?"
"Both of you were so well-behaved even in dreams?"
"At least be a little bolder, a little wilder with me!"
After just a few hours of sleep,
Lin Yu made a startling discovery.
The upgraded Dreamwalk Technique now had a "shared dream" effect.
He could actively participate in the dream worlds of Chen Qimeng and Ye Mengfu.
However, at his current level, he couldn’t control the dreamscapes.
Whatever world they conjured, he simply appeared in it.
What amazed him was this:
The versions of him in their dreams were projections of his true consciousness.
His actions were entirely his own.
This was true dreamwalking!
Or rather, walking into dual "dreams."
The sheer exhilaration of the experience filled Lin Yu with immense anticipation for the Dreamwalk Technique’s potential.
If this was just the intermediate level, what about advanced?
And beyond that—was there a max level?
If he could enter the dreams of all his sect companions, freely shaping the dreamscapes without waking them...
Wouldn’t that make him omnipotent?
He’d truly become a "god" of the dream world!
...
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 school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
