At this moment, Little Chi was still immersed in her own emotions.
She was completely unaware of her older sister's movements in the top bunk.
Until...
A figure with disheveled hair suddenly appeared hanging upside down beside her bed, snapping Little Chi back to reality.
"Ah! A ghost!!"
Little Chi screamed at the top of her lungs.
She violently jumped up from her lying position and cowered in the corner of the bed.
Her little heart pounded wildly, feeling as if it were about to leap out of her chest; she was almost scared to death on the spot.
The magnetic stick-on lamp beside the bed lit up, exposing Chi Qingshui's face in the light.
Maintaining her upside-down posture, she looked at Little Chi suspiciously and asked:
"Hey, Little Chi, did you do something you shouldn't have again?"
"Why is your reaction so exaggerated today?"
Hearing her sister's voice, Little Chi finally calmed down a bit.
Patting her chest, she said to her sister in annoyance:
"What do you mean, something I shouldn't have!"
"Sister, you look like something straight out of a horror movie right now. Who could handle that?"
"Staying up this late just to scare me—are you trying to lose your own sister?"
Faced with Little Chi's questioning, Chi Qingshui didn't answer.
Instead, she pulled her head back up and climbed down from the top bunk to Little Chi's bed.
Little Chi instantly turned pale with fright.
She quickly returned to where she had been lying, her little brain working in overdrive...
She wasn't thinking about her dream.
She was trying hard to recall if she had hidden anything recently!
Ever since Little Lin taught her how to hide things, Little Chi found it extremely useful.
She hid all the "little trinkets" she didn't want her sister to see in inconspicuous spots around her bed.
Normally, unless someone carefully searched her bed, they wouldn't notice a thing.
Of course.
Little Chi wasn't an idiot either.
She wouldn't keep too many things hidden in the same place all the time.
Moving things back and forth, shuffling them around.
It got to the point where even Little Chi herself couldn't remember exactly what was hidden under her bed right now.
No matter what it was.
It never hurt to be a little careful.
Little did she know.
Chi Qingshui's attention wasn't on such trivial matters at all.
"Little Chi, sit a bit closer."
"I have something to ask you!"
Chi Qingshui spoke in a serious tone, making Little Chi's heart skip a beat with dread.
Oh no, oh no.
She didn't want to inspect the bed after all?
Could it be that she noticed something off about her mood and was preparing for a late-night heart-to-heart?
Trying to pry some useful information out of her mouth?
Normally.
Little Chi definitely wouldn't panic; no matter what her sister wanted to talk about, she could handle it smoothly.
But at this very moment...
She had just been doing indescribable things with Little Lin in her dream.
In her mind, Little Lin was already labeled as her sister's boyfriend.
Sitting face-to-face with her sister like this, she inexplicably felt a guilty conscience.
The more she felt this way, the easier it would be for her sister to spot unnecessary flaws in her demeanor.
"What is it... that you absolutely have to ask in the middle of the night?"
"I haven't secretly bought anything recently, you know!"
"Even if you are my own sister, you can't falsely accuse me."
Despite what Little Chi said, she obediently moved closer.
If she didn't let her sister ask her questions clearly, Little Chi worried it would lead to even more baseless speculations.
Chi Qingshui stared at Little Chi's face, not in a rush to speak.
The invisible pressure released by her gaze gradually spread through the darkness.
Actually.
Chi Qingshui didn't have anything special she wanted to ask.
It was just that seeing Little Chi's flustered appearance made her feel like she had done something wrong.
Every time Little Chi acted like this, her intimidating glare would do the trick.
Unable to bear the psychological pressure, Little Chi would proactively confess to things she didn't know about.
Today, however, Little Chi appeared quite calm and didn't avoid eye contact.
At the same time, she looked as if she had nothing to hide.
To a certain extent, this dispelled the doubts in Chi Qingshui's mind.
How could Chi Qingshui know that the secret hidden in her sister's heart wasn't something she didn't want to say, but rather something she absolutely couldn't say.
If she said it out loud, the consequences would be absolutely terrifying!
Right after.
Chi Qingshui placed her hand on Little Chi's forehead and gently felt it.
With her other hand, she touched her own forehead, comparing their temperatures.
"I thought you were sick with a fever. Why have you been sleep-talking so much lately?"
"If you're feeling unwell, you must tell me right away, and I'll take you to the hospital."
"Don't try to endure it all by yourself, do you hear me?"
Chi Qingshui said with concern.
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?
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
