Hearing the message on his phone, Lin Yu felt an inexplicable sting in his nose...
Success!
The stubborn little academic genius had finally opened her heart completely!
Lin Yu casually tossed his phone aside, watching as it vanished into thin air mid-flight.
He turned and strode back with purpose.
At that moment.
Chi Qingshui stood by the dining table, phone in hand.
Tearfully staring at the screen, she then lifted her gaze with a pitiful pout.
Her eyes met Lin Yu’s as he hurried down the hallway straight toward her.
"Lin Yu, I—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu pulled her into a tight embrace.
In that instant,
Chi Qingshui felt a peace like never before.
All hesitation melted away.
She clung to Lin Yu with equal fervor, returning his warmth.
Lin Yu didn’t push for anything more.
They simply held each other, savoring the moment.
The embrace lasted so long, time itself seemed to blur.
When Lin Yu finally loosened his arms, the scene around them had shifted—
Now they stood on a rain-drenched alleyway, hand in hand,
Their footsteps echoing on moonlit cobblestones.
Streetlamps cast hazy halos of warm light.
A scene so dreamlike, it could only exist in fantasies.
A girl’s mood really does change fast!
Noticing Chi Qingshui’s thin clothing, Lin Yu’s mind raced...
"Qingshui, you might catch a cold like this."
"How about we find somewhere warm to rest for a while?"
"Together."
As he spoke,
His gaze drifted unconsciously toward his petite girlfriend.
Legs so slender they seemed to glow,
A waist so tiny he’d easily encircled it with his arms earlier.
Though her face and figure were identical to Little Chi’s,
Standing beside her now felt entirely different.
Was it her aura?
Who knew.
In his past life, he’d been a fool—blind to such a delicate treasure by his side.
But in this life?
He’d treasure her properly!
Watching Chi Qingshui’s hesitant expression,
Lin Yu exaggeratedly rubbed his hands and arms, pretending to shiver.
In dreams,
Everyone’s guard drops instinctively.
If he couldn’t even charm his girlfriend here,
Reality stood no chance.
Outwardly, his "I’m freezing" act was flawless.
Internally?
Hold it together—don’t laugh yet!
Sure enough,
Chi Qingshui’s expression softened.
She glanced at the medicinal patch on her wrist,
Still radiating comforting warmth.
"Okay... let’s find somewhere warm."
"But Lin Yu... we can’t... not today..."
Lin Yu took her hand, cradling it in his.
"I know what you mean. Don’t worry—just resting, warming up."
"I won’t overstep without your consent."
Chi Qingshui met his earnest gaze, instantly understanding. Her eyes darted away with a flustered nod.
This time, her shifting emotions reshaped the dreamscape.
They materialized in a cramped, dated motel room,
Furnished with just a single bed.
His frugal little girlfriend...
Even in dreams, she couldn’t splurge on a decent hotel?
Modern youth weren’t all this strapped!
Clearly, those dramas she watched had stunted her imagination.
Maybe he should flood her with CEO romance clips to broaden her horizons.
"Let me dry your hair?"
Chi Qingshui produced a vintage silver-and-black hairdryer—
The kind Lin Yu half-expected might shoot sparks.
Still,
He wouldn’t pass up this domestic bliss.
Warm air flowed gently as her cool fingertips occasionally brushed his skin.
An intoxicating contrast...
Suddenly—
Lin Yu’s chest tightened.
What... what was this?
A foreboding sense of impending absurdity?
Right on cue—
CRASH!
A speeding truck plowed through the window,
Sending Lin Yu airborne.
Mid-flight, he clearly saw "Da Yun" emblazoned on the grille.
Chi Qingshui’s scream echoed:
"No—!"
Seconds later,
Lin Yu jolted awake in his bedroom.
Gazing at the empty room, the phantom pain faded.
He let out a dry chuckle.
Heh.
Damn it.
Some tragedies were too stupid for words.
Forced dramatic endings? Fine.
But at least make it plausible!
Reborn after dying between a woman’s thighs,
Only to get truck-kun’d in a dream?
After five full minutes of stunned silence,
Lin Yu flopped back down.
Whatever.
The groundwork was laid.
Not sealing the deal at the motel preserved his gentlemanly image.
What dreams left unfinished...
Reality would handle.
The night was long, and sweet dreams came in batches.
He still had a mountain rendezvous with his antique-loving senior.
Guess the fire stoked by his girlfriend...
Would be quenched by Tang Yimian instead.
With her sleep-enhancing presence,
Lin Yu slipped effortlessly back into dreams.
"Hey, dumbass Lin Yu! What’s your game?"
"You promised photos! The sun’s setting, and you drag me to this sketchy park grotto?"
"And—why are you eyeing me like that? You creep!"
Before the dreamscape fully materialized,
Shen Buyao’s sharp voice pierced through.
When his vision cleared,
Lin Yu froze, breath catching.
There she stood—ethereal in flowing red-and-white robes,
The breeze lifting a corner like drifting clouds at sunset.
The inner gown burned crimson, pure as captured twilight.
The outer sheer gauze shimmered with silver-cloud embroidery.
In her hand rested an ancient sword engraved:
"Purple Green Sword."
This...
This was the iconic attire of the Goddess of Twilight.
On Shen Buyao, it looked tailor-made.
As if the heavens had woven it just for her.
Unless today’s plan was...
Defiling a celestial being atop this fake mountain!
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.”
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!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
