A tale of mountain breezes and the hometown moon.
A story of wind and moonlight, unfolding on a land rich with literary charm.
The bright moon descended like the mythical Chang’e descending to the mortal world.
Layers of dark clouds pressed down upon the moon, their menacing dominance encroaching on the purity of the moonlight.
The clouds and the moon tangled, now dazzling, now dim.
Riding the perfect wind tonight, the clouds finally swallowed half of the radiant full moon.
Amidst the trembling summer cicadas, scorching earth carried scorching lives.
The only flaw was—
Even a dreamlike fairy couldn’t escape the inexperience of a bug.
Like a cat from days past, the dream overloaded with information mid-process.
"Buzz…"
Lin Yu, having anticipated this, wasn’t the least bit surprised.
Instead, he thought of a better way to leave a stronger impression of tonight’s events.
Lin Yu watched Fang Xinran’s back as she turned away from him, then bit down hard on her smooth spine…
Earlier at the dinner table,
Fang Xinran had mentioned that her back was recently injured.
A tree branch at school had accidentally scratched her, and the wound was still healing.
Though Lin Yu didn’t know what exactly Senior Fang had done to the tree,
it became the perfect spot for him to leave his mark.
In the coming days,
every time Fang Xinran felt the pain in her back, she would inevitably recall tonight’s dream.
The human subconscious is a terrifying thing!
Once it accepts something,
it lingers as an invisible suggestion for a long time.
Letting tonight’s unfinished dance of clouds and moon continue influencing her judgment.
…
In Tang Yimian’s bedroom.
"Gasp!"
Fang Xinran abruptly sat up in bed.
Hugging herself, she looked around, breathing rapidly.
The large bed held only her.
The desk lamp on the nearby table was still on, faintly illuminating Tang Yimian’s figure seated at the chair.
A dream…
It was all just a dream.
She had actually dreamed of herself and Junior Lin Yu on the dirt slope of her hometown… during an earthquake?!
Good heavens!
Had she really drunk too much tonight?
How could she dream of something like that?
Had she made any strange noises just now?
Heart pounding, Fang Xinran tentatively called out:
"Yimian-jie, you’re still awake? Writing your novel?"
Her voice even trembled slightly as she spoke.
She wasn’t sure if she’d made any odd sounds that might have given the wrong impression.
But after she spoke, there was no response from under the lamplight.
Fang Xinran rubbed her eyes and leaned over to look at the desk.
"Hah…"
Only after seeing the scene clearly did she truly relax.
Yimian-jie was the same as always.
Once she relaxed, she could fall asleep instantly, no matter where or in what position.
Right now, Tang Yimian
was in no state to write a novel.
She was already sound asleep, face down on the desk.
Fang Xinran got out of bed and softly called Tang Yimian’s name twice.
Still, there was no response.
She had no choice but to lift her and gently place her on the bed.
What enviable sleep quality!
Even being "transported" like this didn’t wake her.
After settling Yimian-jie, Fang Xinran found herself wide awake.
Recalling the vivid scenes from the dream and the faint pain on her back,
she took off her pajamas and even went to the bathroom to check if there really were bite marks.
Finding none, she couldn’t tell if she felt relief or disappointment.
…
In Lin Yu’s bedroom.
Having completed his first dream journey,
he adjusted his sleeping position, thoroughly satisfied.
Things had gone even smoother than he’d imagined.
This was how the world should be!
Not all girls were the passive type.
Occasionally, you’d meet someone like Senior Fang—
someone who cared only about genuine feelings, not overthinking things.
If the mood was right, then so be it—who was afraid of whom?
Carrying the triumph of his first victory, Lin Yu drifted back into sleep.
The scene before him shifted once more.
This time, he stood on a narrow but smooth road.
Ahead lay a two-story European-style cottage.
A rugged off-road vehicle was parked on the front lawn.
The nearest neighbor was at least several dozen meters away.
Confirmed—
this wasn’t China.
Lin Yu had finally entered Du Ruxue’s dream!
According to the dream’s hints, he couldn’t call her "Aunt Ruxue" now.
He might even have to address her as "Little Ruxue."
This was Du Ruxue’s time studying abroad, living alone.
Lin Yu stepped forward, pondering how to approach a solitary young woman.
Before he could think too deeply—
a terrifying scene unfolded.
"Vroom—vroom—"
The parked off-roader suddenly roared to life, speeding straight toward him.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy—?!
Had he missed someone in the car earlier?
Wait—no!
If someone had been inside, he would’ve noticed.
At the very least,
the engine starting should’ve made some noise, right?
Was this some kind of electric car, silently accelerating?
It was as if the driver had materialized out of thin air.
The aggressive acceleration didn’t seem like a normal departure—
more like a targeted attempt to send Lin Yu to the afterlife!
With his reflexes, Lin Yu immediately tried to dodge sideways.
Even in the dream world, he believed his speed could save him.
But as he prepared to move—
Lin Yu looked down abruptly: "!!!"
Holy—?!
When had the road beneath him turned into a patch of muddy swamp?!
This was solid pavement a second ago!
In that split second,
Lin Yu had no time to manipulate the dream’s laws for teleportation.
If he couldn’t dodge, at least he could toughen up.
Lin Yu chanted inwardly:
Iron Body, Golden Bell Shield!
Hold steady!!!
"Thud!"
Predictably,
Lin Yu was sent flying by the impact…
It hurt—like being rammed by someone carrying an elephant.
Well.
He flew far too, landing perfectly on the grass across the street.
Mid-flight,
Lin Yu clearly saw the swamp beneath him revert to solid pavement.
What the—
Aunt Ruxue’s dream world was full of bugs!
Was this the mind of a top-tier programmer?
Fortunately,
Lin Yu wasn’t dead after the crash.
He could sense a figure stepping out of the driver’s seat, approaching him.
Gritting through the pain, Lin Yu scrambled up.
Before even seeing the person clearly, he blurted out:
"Are you blind?!"
The next moment,
a frizzy-haired girl in glasses, wearing a faded denim dress…
pressed the barrel of an old shotgun against Lin Yu’s forehead.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy crap?
Is this the young Aunt Ruxue?
That's right!
Though her face has a few small freckles, her facial structure and features match.
Du Ruxue's lips trembled as she spoke:
"You... what did you just say?"
Lin Yu scratched his cheek innocently:
"I said..."
"Is your car okay?"
...
(Bonus chapter delivered, will continue working hard tomorrow!)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
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)
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!
