Lin Ran stayed by the bedside, his eyes never leaving Luo Yao for even a moment.
He carefully lifted Luo Yao, scooped a spoonful of herbal medicine, and gently brought it to her lips, trying to get her to drink.
But Luo Yao showed no sign of swallowing, and the medicine trickled down the corner of her mouth.
Frowning, Lin Ran grew increasingly anxious until an idea suddenly struck him.
He took a sip of the medicine himself and then passed it to Luo Yao.
The gesture was filled with tenderness, his only wish being for her to recover quickly.
As if responding to his care, Luo Yao slowly opened her eyes—just as her lips brushed against Lin Ran’s, delivering a face-to-face "critical hit."
Lin Ran’s face flushed instantly. Though embarrassed, his heart swelled with joy.
"Ran…"
Luo Yao’s voice, weak yet melodious, reached his ears.
Overjoyed, Lin Ran stammered, "Yao Yao, how are you feeling? I—ah, I was just giving you medicine. You’re injured."
His words tumbled out in a rush, his eyes brimming with concern.
Luo Yao murmured, "Ran, I didn’t mean to get hurt. I’m sorry."
A hint of guilt flickered in her gaze. She never wanted him to worry.
Lin Ran had once told her—she wasn’t allowed to get hurt.
His heart clenched as a surge of emotions flooded the softest part of him.
Seeing the apology in her eyes, he was both moved and heartbroken.
Luo Yao had changed so much—from the fearless girl she once was to someone softer, gentler. The transformation made him wonder if it was all an act.
"Yao Yao, never apologize. Remember what you once told me? If you die, I’ll follow you."
Lin Ran gripped her hand tightly, his gaze unwavering, as if pledging that no matter what, he’d never leave her side.
Touched, Luo Yao studied the man before her.
It all felt surreal, like a dream. To test reality, she pinched him hard.
Lin Ran hissed in pain.
"It’s real, all of it. Yao Yao, is something bothering you?"
He bore the sting, eager to share her burdens.
Luo Yao hesitated, her eyes darting away as if debating whether to speak.
After a long pause, she finally whispered,
"Your tracker… it went offline for a while."
Unease laced her voice.
Lin Ran froze. Had she fallen ill from worry over this?
Guilt gnawed at him—he hadn’t realized such a small thing would distress her so deeply.
"Was that why you—? Maybe there was no signal where I was."
"Impossible. The estate’s network is top-tier globally. Even if you hid in a well, the signal wouldn’t drop. And those satellites tracking you? I launched them myself."
Her tone was firm, brimming with confidence in the estate’s security.
Lin Ran’s eyes widened in shock.
"Holy—you launched satellites just for me? Damn, who am I to deserve this? My wife’s incredible."
"But I really don’t know what happened. Maybe the tracker malfunctioned? Want to check it?"
He sounded helpless, equally puzzled.
Luo Yao stayed silent, searching his eyes for any trace of deception.
After a long moment, she concluded he was telling the truth—which only deepened her confusion.
The tracker couldn’t fail. It was cutting-edge, with multiple safeguards.
Even if it did, the microphone and phone wouldn’t lose signal simultaneously. The issue had to lie with Lin Ran.
Could he have a signal jammer? No—that would’ve triggered an alert to her.
Baffled, she settled on blaming a signal fluctuation, though the explanation felt flimsy.
"Yao Yao, remember your promise? That we’d face everything together. You broke it."
Lin Ran’s voice carried a hint of hurt. He didn’t know how she’d gotten injured, but it stung that she’d shut him out.
She always bore burdens alone, but he longed to stand by her—not as someone shielded, but as her support.
"Ran… I’m sor—" Luo Yao lowered her head, guilt weighing on her.
"Don’t. I’m not blaming you. I just want you to know—if there’s danger, I want to face it with you. Even if I can’t help, I’ll stand behind you, watching you move forward or back."
His gaze was earnest, his voice tender.
"Don’t forget the vow we made."
Luo Yao felt her heart pulse erratically, each beat synced to Lin Ran’s presence.
His words were kindling, igniting a warmth in her chest, wrapping her in security.
"I remember. But Ran… I didn’t like your tone earlier. That commanding attitude? Unacceptable."
A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she feigned anger.
Lin Ran’s spine tingled with dread. He knew what was coming.
"So…?" he ventured cautiously.
Luo Yao smirked. "So, I’ll teach you a lesson. Like this."
Without warning, she sank her teeth into his shoulder. The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth, but she didn’t mind—it was his.
There’d been times she’d ached to claim him, to ensure he’d never vanish again.
Now, she reveled in biting him, burying her face in his chest, breathing him in.
It anchored her, made his presence undeniable.
Her greatest fear? Lin Ran fleeing, disappearing without a trace.
But now, he clung to her, loved her. And she adored it.
"Yao Yao, who hurt you?"
After a pause, she replied, "Technically… it was an eagle."
"An eagle strong enough to injure you?"
Luo Yao nodded. "A lethal one."
Lin Ran frowned. Had he encountered such a creature before?
"Ran… I want food. The kind you make."
"Huh? Oh—right! I’ll cook. Stay in bed and rest, okay?"
A smile curled Luo Yao’s lips—pure contentment.
"Okay. I’ll listen to you."
'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.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
