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: "!!!"
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!
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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
