The next moment.
The sensation of stepping on clouds intensified further.
Shen Buyao felt the world spin around her, her vision completely blocked by Lin Yu's face.
She wanted to close her eyes.
Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to.
This was her first kiss with a man!
The realness of their lips meeting, the softness of the touch—her heart raced wildly.
So this was what the first step of love between a man and a woman felt like!
In her younger years,
Shen Buyao, like any other girl, had indulged in countless beautiful fantasies.
But when those dreams were weighed against her cursed fate of being a "lonely star,"
the more beautiful the fantasy, the deeper the despair in her heart.
Lin Yu’s arrival filled the void of her longing,
giving her the most genuine taste of romance in reality.
"Lin Yu!"
"Wait, wait—don’t get up yet!"
Seeing Lin Yu rise, ready to shed his outer layer,
Shen Buyao hastily grabbed the hem of his clothes to stop him.
Lin Yu: "???"
"Buyao, are you... having second thoughts?"
After all, she was a fated partner who had fallen into his life.
Lin Yu couldn’t predict how his "antique sister" would react.
He had deliberately taken things slow,
waiting for the perfect moment before launching his full assault.
But now, Shen Buyao was...
As it turned out,
Lin Yu truly couldn’t read his antique sister’s mind.
Shen Buyao tried to sit up, but Lin Yu’s position atop her made it impossible.
Resigned,
she could only grip his hands and say,
"No, not second thoughts..."
"Again."
"Kiss me again..."
"That was too sudden... I didn’t get to savor it properly."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Such a bold request!
Didn’t get enough of the taste and wanted another try?
In the past,
when Lin Yu had pursued his other fated partners,
each had been too shy to move, surrendering entirely to his lead.
But the experience with his antique sister was nothing like those with girls in their twenties.
Lin Yu couldn’t even predict what she’d say or do next—what counterattack she might launch.
How could he refuse such a request?
"Come here!"
"This time, do you want to close your eyes or keep them open to watch me?"
Shen Buyao: "..."
His words made her flush with embarrassment.
When she had secretly peeked at Lin Yu’s fierce advance earlier,
she was sure his eyes had been closed.
How did he notice she hadn’t shut hers?
Shen Buyao didn’t answer.
She simply closed her eyes softly, tilting her delicate face slightly,
waiting for Lin Yu’s next move.
In such a scene,
who could resist?
He’d kiss her senseless!
Lin Yu’s kissing skills were second only to his... ahem secret techniques.
Thud!
Whoosh—
Just as Lin Yu prepared for his next move,
the wooden bed frame collapsed on one side with a loud crash.
The mattress hit the floor, sending a gust of wind swirling.
Shen Buyao, lying on the mattress, remained unaffected.
But Lin Yu, caught mid-kneel while leaning down, wasn’t so lucky.
His momentum from the descent, combined with the sudden collapse, sent him tumbling forward uncontrollably.
Luckily,
his reflexes were sharp.
A quick roll absorbed the impact, and he landed smoothly on his feet.
Just inches in front of him,
stood a small table holding a half-human-tall blue-and-white porcelain vase.
Had he been even a fraction slower, he’d have smashed right into it.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn it!
Got too carried away in the heat of battle.
Almost forgot about Shen Buyao’s cursed fate.
They weren’t even that heavy—how did they manage to break the bed?
Now,
when the old butler returned,
Lin Yu would officially become the Shen family’s "honored guest of honor."
After all,
what kind of ordinary visitor
breaks the bed during a casual visit?
Thankfully, it was just the old butler—no need to worry too much.
If Buyao’s grandparents were still alive, they’d have skinned Lin Yu alive!
Shen Buyao, lying on the mattress, took a moment to collect herself
before hurriedly scrambling down to Lin Yu’s side.
"Lin Yu, are... are you okay?"
"This damn... this damn bed!"
"It’s probably been too long since anyone slept on it—the wood must’ve rotted!"
She could only curse the bed frame,
careful not to mention anything about her cursed fate.
She feared that if she did, Lin Yu might retreat.
But Shen Buyao was overthinking it.
Did she really think a little mishap like this would scare Lin Yu off?
If the heavens didn’t want him to proceed?
Well, today, he’d show them what "man proposes, heaven disposes" truly meant!
"I’m fine. I’m used to it."
"Honestly, I find it kind of fun!"
Ding!
A showstopping move! The Saint’s defiance of fate deepens his partner’s affection!
Reward: 50 spirit stones.
Shen Buyao, inexperienced in such matters,
felt her heart swell with overwhelming love.
She grabbed the fallen blanket and asked,
"The bed’s broken, but... we could always use the floor?"
Lin Yu’s gaze burned, his heart surging.
Such a thoughtful Buyao!
However,
Lin Yu glanced up at the ceiling.
The intricate wooden beams filled him with unease.
What if the roof caved in next?
That’d be even harder to explain.
Looking out the window, he asked,
"Buyao, how about we move to the courtyard?"
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
Their first time...
out in the open?
This Lin Yu—what kind of wild ideas was he harboring?!
But after a moment’s thought,
she realized she couldn’t blame him.
Compared to indoors,
the outdoors might actually be safer.
All because of her cursed fate.
She had no reason to refuse.
"The courtyard’s so big... where do you think would be best?"
Lin Yu pondered: "..."
Right.
Where would be ideal?
Was there anywhere absolutely safe?
After a brief pause,
Lin Yu suddenly remembered something.
"Buyao, when we passed through the courtyard earlier, I think I saw... a pavilion?"
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The moment he said it,
both of them recalled the scene from their shared dream.
Lin Yu had only glimpsed it briefly earlier, not paying much attention.
But now, looking back,
it seemed strikingly similar to the pavilion from the dream.
Somehow, Lin Yu felt—
perhaps this was Shen Buyao’s subconscious trying to tell him something...
The pavilion was a safe zone!!
At this moment,
Shen Buyao’s mind was flooded with images from the dream.
The surreal feeling of dreams merging with reality made her pulse quicken.
Far from resisting, she found herself eagerly anticipating it.
She gathered the blanket beside her, rolling it tightly into a bundle before hugging it to her chest.
Then, standing up, she asked,
"Should we bring this?"
Lin Yu swept his antique sister—blanket and all—into his arms and said,
"Buyao, you always think of everything!"
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.”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
