This girl...
Not only is she eccentric, but also bland.
Not just bland, but sharp-tongued too.
What's the big deal about looking at her feet?
It's not like I touched them!
She came here voluntarily in the middle of the night—wasn't it because of her request?
"Jiuyi, you're here. The feet are indeed nice. Come in and sit."
Lin Yu deliberately called her "Jiuyi," hoping to see the poker-faced girl react.
However.
This time, Shen Jiuyi simply nodded silently and followed him into the room without any reaction.
Lin Yu: "???"
When she left in the morning, wasn’t she visibly disgusted, her emotions written all over her face?
Why doesn’t she care now?
What kind of nonsense face-changing theory is this—only works in the moment?
To avoid being disturbed, Lin Yu locked the door.
He "invited" Shen Jiuyi to sit at the computer desk.
A late-night visit still made her a guest, after all.
Lin Yu poured her a cup of hot water and placed it on the table.
In response.
Shen Jiuyi politely thanked him before standing up and speaking eagerly:
"I knew you’d still be awake when I knocked early."
"The timing of the rain stopping and the sky clearing matched your prediction almost exactly. Impressive."
"I couldn’t wait until one o’clock, so I came ahead of time. I apologize if I disturbed you."
"Could you help me with the astrological chart now?"
"I brought paper and pen."
As she spoke.
Shen Jiuyi pulled out the prepared items from her pocket.
When it came to asking for favors, she at least sounded like a normal person, her tone decent.
Lin Yu had no intention of going back on his word.
Especially since.
The antique sister had personally asked him earlier to take this seriously.
Even if just out of respect for her, he’d give his new skills a proper try.
"Sit and talk. Put those away."
"What era are we in? Using paper and pen just adds unnecessary ceremony."
"Anything you can do with them, a computer can do better."
"Confirm your full name again, along with your birth date and time—the more precise, the better."
With Huang Feirong, he could’ve cracked a flirtatious joke or two.
But facing someone as bland as Shen Jiuyi, he really had no such thoughts.
Might as well get straight to the point.
While booting up the computer.
Lin Yu couldn’t resist adding a jab:
"Given your personality, you might be a 'Kill, Break, Wolf' female destiny."
"No wonder your parents didn’t dare tell you. But since they didn’t, why are you so desperate to know?"
"Kill, Break, Wolf" was one of the most notoriously unfavorable astrological configurations.
A life marked by turbulence and unfulfilled desires.
Yet, despite Lin Yu’s teasing, Shen Jiuyi’s expression remained unchanged.
Instead, she focused even more intently, reciting her birth details down to the exact hour.
One thing did pique Lin Yu’s curiosity.
According to the Shen sisters.
Shen Jiuyi was supposedly an adopted child.
So how could her birth time be known with such precision?
It seemed.
The Shen family must have had a close relationship with Shen Jiuyi’s biological parents.
Otherwise.
How else would they know such details?
"I know what you’re wondering."
"How an adopted girl could know her exact birth time."
"I asked my parents—Shen Buyao’s grandparents—about this too."
Lin Yu: "..."
No need to emphasize "grandparents"!
Even without saying it, he knew.
That addition felt deliberate, as if stressing the "generational gap" between her and Shen Buyao.
If Shen Buyao were here, she’d probably have already snapped back with a retort.
"Their explanation was that when they found me, there was a note with me."
"It listed my birth date and exact time."
Lin Yu eyed her skeptically:
"And you… believed that?"
Shen Jiuyi didn’t answer directly, replying calmly:
"It doesn’t matter."
Lin Yu: "..."
Fine, fine.
Shouldn’t have asked!
Shen Jiuyi’s information was quickly converted into astrological symbols, typed one by one into the computer.
While waiting, she did nothing but stand quietly, not disturbing Lin Yu.
Lin Yu didn’t cut corners by using some online auto-charting tool.
First.
Purple Star Astrology had northern and southern schools, each with vastly different calculation methods.
Who knew which system those tools even followed?
Second.
This was also a matter of respect for Shen Jiuyi.
He’d learned these skills from her family—how could he not take it seriously?
Facing an expert.
A single mistake would be called out immediately.
The only difference between Lin Yu and Shen Jiuyi?
His charting speed was at least twice as fast.
Soon.
A complete destiny chart appeared on the screen.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The moment he saw it, his brow furrowed tightly.
Shen Jiuyi noticed the subtle shift in his expression.
She said calmly:
"Lin Yu, I promised Grandmother I wouldn’t look myself."
"Just tell me directly. I’ll understand."
Lin Yu stared at the chart.
Now he understood why her "Grandmother," who taught her Purple Star Astrology, forbade her from interpreting her own destiny.
Esoteric astrology, if not actively sought or believed in,
had little influence on a person’s life.
The real danger was when someone deeply invested in it drew a "bad hand" in fate.
It became an invisible psychological trap—
Every future hardship would be blamed on "my cursed destiny" rather than self-reflection.
Studying Shen Jiuyi’s expression, Lin Yu spoke slowly:
"There’s a destiny where the Moon Star is in the Life Palace, aligned with… the Fire Star or Bell Star."
Shen Jiuyi’s eyelids flickered slightly as she continued:
"Moon-Fire-Bell, the Ten Evils configuration!"
Exactly.
An old astrological saying.
When the weak Yin Moon (associated with Water) is broken by the Fire Star,
the personal destiny plummets, inviting disaster.
But in Shen Jiuyi’s case.
The grand configuration wasn’t the real issue.
A Moon-Fire-Bell setup didn’t mean one was doomed forever.
Continuous misfortune stemmed from triggering moments—
specifically when the Obstruction Star came into play.
"What else? Lin Yu, please be clearer."
Shen Jiuyi’s gaze remained fixed on him, eager for more details.
Lin Yu scratched his cheek hesitantly:
"I’m helping you here. I never expected this kind of chart."
"I’ll explain it fully. With your knowledge, you’ll grasp it."
"Those of us in the field have a… nickname for this configuration."
"...Heaven’s Chosen Pleasure Woman."
......
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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?"

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.”

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"