It had only been two days since his rebirth.
Lin Yu was already feeling the exhaustion of an ancient emperor.
Damn, reviewing these "memorials" one by one is seriously time-consuming!
After dealing with He Jing,
The red notification dots on WeChat still numbered several.
The person who took the longest to reply to wasn't He Jing, but Aunt Qimeng!
「Aunt Qimeng: Little Yu, I’m really grateful for you today. When you stood up like that, you truly seemed like an adult. I remember you...」
「Aunt Qimeng: Little Yu, I’m so happy you managed to earn so much money on your own. In society...」
「Aunt Qimeng: Little Yu, it feels like it’s been ages since we’ve talked this much. I hope that even with your newfound wealth, you won’t refuse the care I should give you...」
Though Aunt Qimeng’s chat window only showed "3" messages,
Those three messages could easily pass for a thousand-word essay.
Lin Yu read them carefully, savoring every word.
The core themes of the three messages boiled down to:
First, reflecting on the past;
Second, focusing on the present;
Third, looking toward the future.
After deciphering the underlying meaning, Lin Yu responded with lightning-fast typing, composing a mini-essay of his own.
The gist:
In the past, I was immature. Now, I appreciate your kindness. In the future, I’ll be the one taking care of you.
The tone and tense he used were eerily similar to someone trying to win back an ex-girlfriend they had amazing chemistry with.
Not long after...
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your warm words acted like a miraculous remedy, filling the acting sect leader’s heart with longing!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
The remaining messages were much easier to handle.
Ying’er sent the location and private room number of the restaurant the cat had chosen.
The reservation was for 6 PM.
Ying’er thoughtfully mentioned she had booked the adjacent private room to ensure they could communicate remotely in real time.
Lin Yu replied briefly, mapping out tomorrow’s schedule.
Dinner at 6 PM.
Then, a trip to Ghost Market Street around 9:30 PM.
Without alcohol, three and a half hours would be more than enough.
Next were the messages from the fishnet-clad nurse, Xia Yiwei.
「Xia Yiwei: Little Master, really no time at all?」
「Xia Yiwei: Not even for a quick meal?」
「Xia Yiwei: You kiss and run, huh?」
Lin Yu decided to leave the nurse’s messages on read for now.
He’d been so irritated with her in the morning that he’d retaliated with that long, drawn-out kiss.
If he replied now, she’d probably never let it go.
Lin Yu had no interest in getting dragged into a fight with her older sister.
Why would a decent guy like him want to make enemies with some tough older sister?
...
Every day was just so packed.
Busy, but happy.
This vibrant, colorful life had Lin Yu eagerly looking forward to tomorrow.
Of course, the day wasn’t over yet.
Back in his apartment, another important person was waiting for him—his online girlfriend!
「Lin Yu: (Photo of a bag of medicine)」
「Lin Yu: Just thinking about having to take all these meds makes me miserable (crying face) (crying face) (crying face)」
Almost instantly, his little girlfriend replied.
「Chen Meng Tingyu: Hubby (hug)」
「Chen Meng Tingyu: You went out to buy medicine this late?」
Lin Yu: "..."
Who do you think got these meds for me?
This was Chi Qingshui, playing God and deliberately setting him up!
If Lin Yu said he bought them himself, wouldn’t that be a lie?
If he said his roommate got them for him, would she start a cold war over it?
If he dodged the question, wouldn’t that make him seem even more suspicious?
When a question has three or more possible answers, and each comes with consequences...
The best solution is to return to the foundation of any relationship: honesty!
「Lin Yu: A female friend happened to be at the pharmacy and picked them up for me.」
「Lin Yu: I already sent her a thank-you red packet.」
「Lin Yu: (Cute sticker)」
「Lin Yu: Just so you know, I’m in high demand. Better step up your game.」
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Sincere words resonate deepest, a rare and precious quality between cultivation partners!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Hearing the system’s notification,
He had to admit—
It gave him a tiny sense of accomplishment!
「Chen Meng Tingyu: (Hmph) (Hmph)」
「Chen Meng Tingyu: There’s a narcissist in my phone!」
「Chen Meng Tingyu: Take your meds and get better, and also...」
「Chen Meng Tingyu: Don’t even think about cheating (knife) (knife) (knife)」
「Lin Yu: Yes, ma’am.」
「Lin Yu: Here’s a lullaby for you tonight~」
「Lin Yu: QQ Music—"If Love is Forgotten"—Qi Wei (play button)」
「Chen Meng Tingyu: Thanks, hubby. Let’s fall asleep listening together (hug)」
「Lin Yu: Let’s sleep together (hug) (hug) (hug)」
...
In the twins’ bedroom.
A bunk bed.
Chi Qingshui, wearing light blue pajamas, sat on the top bunk, leaning against the wall, obediently putting on her earphones.
"Some words were never said in time~"
"There’s always that one person, a scar on the heart~"
"..."
Chi Qingshui switched WeChat accounts.
Staring at the red packet Lin Yu had sent, she agonized over whether to accept it.
If she didn’t, wouldn’t Lin Yu misunderstand?
If she did, would he think she was petty?
Misunderstanding or dislike...
Torn, she didn’t know what to choose.
Juggling two identities was so hard!
Lin Yu’s so-called lullaby—
Why did it make her feel worse the more she listened? Why did her heart grow more tangled?
"If love is forgotten, tears refuse to fall~"
"Let those happy moments reach her in my stead~"
"If love is understood, the price of promises~"
"What you couldn’t give me, give to her instead~"
"..."
As the song played, Chi Qingshui instinctively hugged her knees, burying her face in them.
Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions.
Just as she was lost in melancholy,
A small head slowly peeked up from the lower bunk, lips pouting sadly:
"Big sis..."
Chi Qingshui lifted her head:
"Qingchi, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you asleep?"
Chi Qingchi murmured gloomily:
"I don’t know why, but suddenly I feel so sad inside."
Chi Qingshui: "..."
Twin telepathy?
The sisters did occasionally share these strange, inexplicable sensations.
Chi Qingchi continued weakly:
"Big sis..."
"Can I come up and sleep with you tonight?"
Chi Qingshui looked at her sister’s pleading eyes and tugged her pillow to the side:
"Fine, come up. Sleep on the inside."
"I don’t want to fish you off the floor in the middle of the night."
Chi Qingchi’s head immediately ducked back down to grab her pillow,
Cheerfully chanting:
"Big sis is the best!"
...
A quiet summer night.
In the apartment,
Some had returned, while others were still out.
Some slept soundly, while others dreamed.
That night,
The little artist Ye Mengfu had a strange dream...
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?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
