The dream world is a reflection of one's inner self.
It seems that in Shen Buyao's heart, she has cast herself as the "Zixia Fairy"—
Waiting for her destined true love to pull out the "Purple-Green Sword" from her grasp.
Until then,
She has been enduring the lonely wait all by herself...
For someone like Chi Qingshui, who doesn’t dare reveal herself, a gentle approach is necessary.
But for Shen Buyao, who’s already self-convinced to the point of cultivation, the strategy must be different.
Let’s see just how bold she can be in this dream world!
Lin Yu looked at the phone in his hand, ready to take a photo, and calmly said:
"Buyao, I didn’t bring you here just to take pictures… but to record something."
Shen Buyao’s eyes widened instantly: "???"
Lin Yu: "I’m just being honest."
Shen Buyao: "Damn your brother, saying it so bluntly… You proud or something?!"
Her words were still as fierce as ever,
But her cheeks, redder than the evening glow, betrayed her nervousness.
"Buyao, you’re not scared, are you?"
Lin Yu seized the opportunity, throwing in a distracting question.
Shen Buyao planted one foot on a nearby rock, leaning on her sword for support:
"Scared? Me?"
"Your big sister’s dictionary doesn’t even have that word!"
"Shouldn’t things progress step by step?"
"You, on the other hand… have some audacity!"
The motion of her stepping on the rock caused her red dress to slide slightly,
Revealing her fair, jade-like legs in full view—so mesmerizing that Lin Yu couldn’t tear his eyes away.
In front of others, she had to put on an act of innocence.
But with this "antique sister," there was no need for pretense.
Honest and straightforward—it was a rare moment of comfort.
Lin Yu: "So white, like a Yili pudding."
Shen Buyao noticed his gaze: "!!!"
She quickly lowered her leg and adjusted her dress.
This little pervert!
So he’s been pretending all along?
The moment they’re alone on this secluded hill, his true colors show!
Is this… how all guys are?
Shen Buyao couldn’t help but wonder.
She had zero dating experience.
In fact, she’d never even had a close male friend in her life.
What goes through the mind of a normal guy in his early twenties?
She had no frame of reference whatsoever.
"Really trying to take advantage of your big sister?"
"Careful, or I’ll twist your head off!"
Like a startled little animal, she kept hurling threats.
But this kind of bluster had no effect on Lin Yu.
Strike where it hurts most.
The weaker the opponent’s defenses, the more you should exploit and dominate that vulnerability.
For Shen Buyao,
Her biggest weakness was her lack of experience with romance and the opposite sex.
Elementary school level? No—
More like preschool!
And besides,
This was a dream—a place where logic didn’t strictly apply.
As the renowned "antique sister expert" Shen Jiuyi once said:
"Buyao’s a bit silly, commonly known as…"
Lin Yu suddenly frowned, feigning surprise:
"Can’t see anymore? Not allowed to look?"
Shen Buyao: "???"
What the hell?
Now he’s asking like it’s his right?
Who gave him the courage?
"You damn well can’t, you idiot Lin Yu!"
"You wanna look, so I should just let you?"
"What kind of pervert logic is that?!"
Lin Yu suddenly adopted a dejected expression:
"Sorry, maybe I misunderstood. I thought we were trying to date…"
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
Not giving her a chance to respond,
Lin Yu pressed on:
"I overstepped. Got ahead of myself."
"I’ll be more careful next time. Don’t be mad."
"Buyao, you know me…"
"I don’t talk like this with just anyone!"
That last line—"I don’t talk like this with just anyone"—hit Shen Buyao hard.
As the "fated one" who could pull out her "Purple-Green Sword," of course she was considering dating him. That’s why she’d come out with him in the first place!
She’d wanted to explain, but Lin Yu’s words came too fast,
Leaving her struggling to keep up.
Hearing his hurt tone, Shen Buyao actually felt… guilty.
Dating was supposed to be different from regular friendships, right?
Had she overreacted?
"I—I am trying to date you too!"
"Otherwise, why would I accept your invitation?"
"It’s just… I’ve got no experience…"
For once, Shen Buyao stumbled over her words, her reply lacking its usual confidence.
Lin Yu smirked inwardly.
Time to press the advantage.
"I’ve never dated either. All I know is what my guy friends say."
"When two people like each other, in a private place…"
"Isn’t it normal to do things they wouldn’t usually do?"
"I thought it was okay…"
Shen Buyao’s lips twitched.
Damn this Lin Yu—she couldn’t even argue.
Then,
She stepped back onto the rock, letting the edge of her dress slide open again.
"Fine, look if you must. It’s not like I’ll lose anything."
"Honestly, what’s so fascinating about this to you guys?"
Hiss—
That feeling…
It awakened something primal in Lin Yu.
He doubled down:
"It’s beautiful. Especially with this fairy-like outfit—it’s breathtaking."
"The best I’ve ever seen."
As he spoke,
He moved closer, reaching out to touch.
Shen Buyao panicked, blocking his hand: "!!!"
"Looking wasn’t enough? Now you’re touching?!"
The "wounded" Lin Yu made a comeback:
"Too much again? My friends say couples need physical contact to grow closer."
"If it’s just looking…"
"Couldn’t I just stare at anyone on the street?"
"But they’re not the one I’m trying to date."
Shen Buyao’s delicate face trembled with embarrassment.
Damn it!
He’d convinced her again!
"Fine, it’s not like a touch will kill me."
"Just… make it quick."
With that,
She stepped onto the rock once more.
Clearly,
The unfamiliarity of it all made her instinctively nervous.
This time, she subtly held her dress to keep it from sliding too far.
A small detail—but no matter.
Give an inch, and he’ll take a mile.
The cool, silky texture under his fingers made Lin Yu’s pulse race.
Skin like this—
Even with two lifetimes of experience, it was a rarity.
Don’t press too hard…
Not yet…
Meanwhile,
Shen Buyao turned her head away, desperately hiding the strange sensations stirring inside her.
This…
This must be what normal dating feels like, right?
Though…
Holding hands usually comes before holding legs.
This still feels a little weird!
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!
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
