In an instant.
A sensation of falling overwhelmed her.
Chi Qingchi abruptly opened her eyes in her bedroom.
"Hah... hah..."
She struggled to steady her breathing, only now realizing it had all been a dream.
The vivid tension from the dream—and that... tactile sensation?
Qingchi quickly bundled herself tighter in her blanket!
Lin Yu had been so wicked in her dream!
Probably because...
She'd been sneaking too many glances at those questionable anime series in her hard drive lately.
Guess she'd have to search for the "twins" keyword tomorrow and delete some appropriately.
Chi Qingchi lay still for a minute.
Listening for any movement from her sister on the upper bunk.
After such an intense dream, she couldn’t be sure if she’d talked in her sleep.
What if she’d accidentally blurted out words like "brother-in-law" or "don’t"?
Her sister would totally hold that over her head.
Confirming her sister was still asleep,
Chi Qingchi grabbed her phone and searched online for dream interpretations:
What does it mean to dream about stealing your twin sister’s boyfriend?
Meanwhile...
Lin Yu had no time to dwell on the regrets of his last dream.
Because the multi-billion-dollar spectacle unfolding before him was just...
"Nine Heavens’ Thunder, descend as divine wrath! By the sword’s will, let heaven’s fury strike!"
As the "Lightning Summoning Technique" left his lips,
Bolts of celestial lightning crashed down, striking the dozens of black-clad figures before him.
Lin Yu glanced at his own dark attire,
Then at Chi Qingshui, radiant as an immortal fairy.
So... all those who just died were his underlings?
A battle between immortals and demons?
And it’s freaking a xianxia romance trope?!
In all his dreamwalking, this was a first.
"Lin Yu, immortals and demons are irreconcilable. We were never meant to be."
"Take one more step, and I’ll strike you down where you stand!"
Chi Qingshui stood tall, bathed in an alternating halo of red, green, and yellow light.
"Ha... hahaha!"
Lin Yu couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Was this naive girl really such a romantic?
Even her dream dialogue was dripping with "tragic love" and "doomed endings."
As a professionally trained actor, he rarely broke character.
Unless it was this ridiculous.
"Lin Yu, what... what are you laughing at?"
Wiping tears of mirth, Lin Yu shot back:
"What am I laughing at?"
"Chi Qingshui! I laugh at your cowardice! I laugh at your self-deception!"
The "traffic light" aura around Qingshui flickered uneasily.
"You—how dare you!"
"From the moment you fell into demonic ways, we were finished."
"Your only mistake was choosing the wrong path!"
They were both film academy students.
Hadn’t they all taken "Emotional Liberation 101"?
When it came to acting—or leaning into the cringe—Lin Yu feared no one.
He advanced step by step:
"Then tell me—what’s wrong with love?!"
Chi Qingshui: "..."
Lin Yu: "Just because the one I love is an immortal, I deserve death?"
Chi Qingshui: "Stop coming closer..."
Lin Yu pressed on: "Ask your heart—was there ever a moment you felt something for me?"
Chi Qingshui: "Don’t say anymore..."
Lin Yu: "Does loving me scare you? Is your heart truly so cold?"
Chi Qingshui: "Lin Yu, stay back... I’m begging you..."
The pain.
Holy hell, the pain.
Even through the "traffic light" aura, Lin Yu could feel Chi Qingshui’s anguish.
Damn.
So in her heart, their online fling had always been a doomed tragedy.
Well, since he was here...
No way was he leaving this story a tragedy.
A little blood, a few wounds...
As Lin Yu breached the glowing aura,
Lacerations instantly appeared across his body, just as he’d expected.
His sleek black robes began shredding to ribbons.
"Gah—!"
Lin Yu sucked in a sharp breath.
Did the pain have to feel so real?!
If he actually died in some dreamer’s fantasy, would his brain flatline for real?
Now the agony was really selling it...
"Qingshui... If I must die, let it be by your hand. (Big Chi, turn off the damn special effects already!)"
The moment he spoke,
All the bargain-bin CGI vanished.
Along with it, the pain evaporated.
Though barely injured,
Lin Yu staggered dramatically forward—two, three, five, eight steps—
Collapsing only when Chi Qingshui caught him in her arms.
"Lin Yu, why would you do this?"
"We could never be together—you knew that!"
"Why throw your life away?"
Her teardrops splashed onto his face like falling stars.
"Bzzzt..."
The telltale sound of a collapsing dreamworld echoed around them.
Seriously?!
That fast?
This heartbroken?
You were the one zapping him with "Divine Thunder" earlier!
Now you’re remorseful?!
Immortal Fairy, your aloof persona is crumbling—how will you keep your heroine status?
Would it be too late to sit up and say "JK, not dead"?
"Qingshui... no more words. My time is up."
"There’s a core within me—forged through decades of cultivation..."
"Before I go... let me pass it to you. My final gift."
Time for Plan B.
Chi Qingshui hesitated:
"But that’s a... demonic core..."
Still hung up on morality now?!
You hooked up with a demonic bad boy—what did you expect?!
Lin Yu gripped her shoulders and flipped her onto her back.
"Fairy Qingshui... this is the last offering from your demonic scoundrel."
Chi Qingshui: "Wai—mmph!"
Silence.
Only the faintest sound of lips meeting lingered in the air.
A whisper with no beginning, yet endlessly drawn out...
Long enough for Chi Qingshui to melt, regain her senses, then melt again—
Until she finally shoved him away:
"Y-Your core? Where is it?"
Lin Yu blinked innocently:
"Yeah... where is it?"
"Must be buried too deep. Let me try again—"
Chi Qingshui’s palm struck his chest.
Though barely a tap, the residual "traffic light" magic launched him skyward.
Lin Yu’s voice trailed after him:
"I’ll be baaaaack—!"
Back in the twins’ bedroom...
The upper bunk shook violently as Chi Qingshui bolted upright.
Disoriented, she scanned the room before realizing—
It was all a dream.
What an absurd dream...
Lin Yu!!
Still silver-tongued even in dreams—and he tricked her!
As she stewed in frustration,
A head popped up from the lower bunk:
"Big sis... nightmare?"
"I heard you saying ‘no... no, don’t’..."
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
