After Chen Qimeng and Du Ruxue finished washing up one after another, they lay down together on the bed. The small nightlight beside the bed was on, and they began to chat.
Du Ruxue’s sleeping habits hadn’t changed a bit since school days. She needed to press down on a pillow and sleep on her side.
Chen Qimeng spoke casually, but after more than ten years, sharing a bed with a close friend still felt a little unfamiliar in her heart.
It was only that Du Ruxue acted so naturally that Chen Qimeng felt much more at ease.
If both of them had been awkward, the atmosphere would undoubtedly have been even more stiff.
“Xiaoxue, are you planning to take Maomao back with you this time?”
“Although I don’t know exactly what’s going on between you and Maomao, it’s obvious that Maomao has never really lived outside before.”
“This group living situation must be her first time.”
“Don’t lie to me, you know I’ll believe whatever explanation you give.”
Chen Qimeng was the first to speak.
She wasn’t without any thought.
Their meeting had been a coincidence.
In other words,
if she hadn’t met Du Ruxue today, wouldn’t Du Ruxue’s visit have been an uninvited one, coming to take Maomao away?
Over the years,
Du Ruxue hadn’t married, yet like her, had become the guardian of a twenty-year-old girl.
There must be countless stories that hadn’t been shared at the dinner table.
These were the private matters of close friends, so naturally, Chen Qimeng hadn’t mentioned them during the meal.
Now,
with only the two of them left, since they intended to have a proper talk,
it was only right to open their hearts and share the stories within...
“Mengmeng, you’re still as kind-hearted and pure as before. Thank you for not bringing this matter up at the dinner table.”
“Then I’ll start first and tell you the story between Maomao and me.”
“When I’m done, will you tell me about your story with Lin Yu?”
Du Ruxue looked at Chen Qimeng as if asking for confirmation.
One-sided storytelling wasn’t what Du Ruxue wanted.
There was too much mystery surrounding Lin Yu.
Her slight probing at the dinner table had been met with Lin Yu’s timely ‘counter-threat.’
She was eager to hear what kind of university student Lin Yu was from Chen Qimeng’s perspective.
“Sure, I have no secrets to hide. Of course, I can tell you.”
The two instantly agreed and began their late-night chat by the bed.
...
That night,
they weren’t the only ones staying up late.
On the first floor,
in the bedroom of the three sisters—Xia Yiwei, Xia Xiashan, and Maomao—
Xia Xiashan had set up a folding bed.
At the same time,
she arranged the bedding for Xia Yiwei and Maomao.
Maomao, cheeks flushed red, sat at the edge of the bed, occasionally hiccupping,
“*Hic*... *Hoo*...”
“*Hic!*”
“So this is how hard it is to hiccup after drinking…”
“…”
She had been drinking the lowest-alcohol ice-cold beer, yet after coming back, Maomao kept hiccupping.
Xia Xiashan handed Maomao a cup of hot tea and said,
“I don’t even know what game you were playing, but your pride sure is strong.”
“Didn’t I tell you? If you can’t finish your drink, you can ask someone else to help.”
“Would anyone die if they had to drink a few cups for you?”
Leaning against the headboard, Xia Yiwei laughed and said,
“Hahaha, of course they’d die... they’d die of shame!”
Xia Xiashan brought another cup of hot tea over to Xia Yiwei.
Maomao had never really drunk before and didn’t have much tolerance for alcohol.
But Xia Yiwei was different.
Actually, she could hold her liquor quite well.
The reason she ended up so drunk today was entirely because of the constant “raising the stakes” during the game at the worst possible moments!
Most of the time, it was against Lin Yu, and she got thoroughly dealt with.
The truth was clear.
Lin Yu didn’t just hold back around Maomao.
All three sisters in the room had been “taught a lesson” by him.
Xia Yiwei took a sip of tea, her eyes a little glazed as she looked at Xia Xiashan, mumbling with a mouthful of garlic:
“Big… big sister… today I suddenly realized, you’re actually quite gentle.”
“Thanks! If only you always treated me like this…”
A wave of emotions stirred inside Xia Xiashan.
She felt both touched and a little ashamed by Xia Yiwei’s words.
Maybe she should have been more considerate of her younger sister…
“If you had been like this earlier, I wouldn’t have had my little master beat you up.”
“Now you probably have psychological scars from that, huh? Do you get scared just looking at him?”
“Ahahaha, such a scaredy-cat!”
Xia Xiashan: “…”
Maybe she should have been a bit tougher on her sister after all!
Maomao’s voice from the side interrupted the sisters’ train of thought.
“Shan, Wei, tell me…”
“Have I finally passed Aunt Ru Xue’s test?”
“Not only did she not bring up taking me away today, but she even stayed over herself.”
“I wonder what she and Aunt Qi Meng are talking about?”
Xia Yiwei put her hand on Maomao’s shoulder:
“Maybe they’re arranging a marriage between you and Lin Yu, hehe, looking forward to becoming his little wife~”
Xia Xiashan couldn’t stand it anymore and twisted Xia Yiwei’s ear:
“Go away, stop joking about Maomao like that!”
“Is ‘arranged marriage’ even the right term here?”
Maomao pressed her hands to her cheeks, feeling her face grow hotter by the second.
Xia Xiashan looked at Maomao: “…”
Why was she holding the teacup against her face like that?
She’s really drunk!
…
In the bedroom shared by the Chi sisters.
Chi Qingchi brought over a cold towel for her sister to wipe her face.
She kept saying:
“Sis, you have to hold it in and not throw up, okay?”
“If you throw up once, you’ll keep throwing up all night, like you’re pregnant or something!!”
Chi Qingshui, who was already on the verge of losing it, quickly wiped her face and sat down on Qingchi’s lower bunk bed.
“I didn’t drink that much, of course I won’t throw up!”
Chi Qingchi: “Yeah, yeah, just three bottles, not much at all…”
Chi Qingshui: “Xiao Chi, open the laptop, I want to see the photos we took today.”
Chi Qingchi: “…”
What kind of state are you in?
And you still want to look at photos?
Xiao Chi wanted to raise a finger and ask her sister what number she was on.
Sis is really…
But at a time like this, if she didn’t go along with her, who knew what might happen.
A drunk sister was even more terrifying.
Chi Qingchi: “Alright, alright, I’ll get it. Sis, sit tight and wait for me. I’ll help you change clothes in a bit.”
Chi Qingshui thought for a moment.
Right.
She couldn’t sit on Xiao Chi’s bed smelling like alcohol and smoke.
Chi Qingshui stood up and pulled back the sheets and bedding on Xiao Chi’s bed, preparing to sit directly on the mattress.
But then—
Just his luck.
A comic book slipped out from under the bedding.
Chi Qingshui: “???”
What kind of book is this? Why hide it here?
As he pondered this,
Chi Qingshui’s hand reached out and picked up the comic book...
...
(Today’s first update! There will be two more chapters later tonight—another day with bonus content. Everyone, please keep the support coming!)
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
