"If it weren't for An Jian, I wouldn’t have survived this long."
Uncle Fu fell silent, feeling the weight of Granny Wang’s suffering over the years.
"Then do you hate me now? Or… do you still love me?"
"No, I don’t hate you. As An Jian grew up, I realized there are better things in this world worth striving for. Slowly, the resentment faded. It was all just fate."
"When the hatred faded, so did the love."
Uncle Fu never expected such an answer.
So, from beginning to end, it wasn’t a misunderstanding—just that the two of them were never meant to be.
Perhaps if he had taken her away by force back then, none of this would have happened.
Now he understood—Granny Wang wasn’t heartless. She had loved him once.
"Dahua, I’m sorry. I know it’s too late for words, but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Just then, cheerful laughter rang out from the hospital room.
"No need. I’ve grown used to being alone all these years. Let’s just go in and see the child first."
As Granny Wang stood up to open the door, Uncle Fu quickly spoke again.
"Dahua, I have one more question."
"Go on."
"Am I a heartless man?"
Wang Dahua paused, then finally shook her head.
"No. This outcome was my choice. If I’d chosen differently, things might not have been any better."
With that, she pushed open the door. Uncle Fu sighed and followed.
The bad news was that Granny Wang still hadn’t forgiven him. The good news? At least he didn’t have to kill himself.
"Grandma, I missed you so much!"
Wang Anjian’s face lit up at the sight of Wang Dahua.
"Grandma missed you too, dear. Young Master Lin, thank you. You should go rest now—we won’t trouble you with An Jian anymore."
Lin Ran considered this, then stood up. He exchanged a glance with Uncle Fu before leaving the room alone.
This moment belonged to the three of them.
Suddenly, a familiar sensation prickled at his senses. Lin Ran turned to look out the window.
Those eyes just now… they felt so familiar.
Blue?
He glanced back at Wang Anjian, lying in the hospital bed—his gaze pure and innocent, a bright smile directed at Lin Ran.
Something felt off, but Lin Ran couldn’t pinpoint what.
Ever since returning to this world, his intuition had been unnervingly accurate.
Take Wang Anjian, for example. They must have crossed paths before—no one could like another person so instantly without even speaking.
If that were possible, it’d only be superficial attraction. But that couldn’t be the case between him and Wang Anjian.
Which meant there was only one explanation.
No matter how shocking the truth might be.
"Little Black…"
After Lin Ran left, Granny Wang stayed with little Anjian while Uncle Fu remained standing in the back, silent for a long, long time.
"Grandma, who is this grandpa?"
Wang Anjian tilted his head in confusion at the unfamiliar man staring at him.
"Him? He’s just… a stranger, dear."
Uncle Fu stiffened, his heart sinking.
But there was still time. He knew he couldn’t win Granny Wang back overnight.
Silently, he swore to himself—he would make up for this regret.
Zhang Laifu could be a warrior of pure love too, just like Young Master Lin and the young miss.
On his way back to the estate, Lin Ran found Luo Yao in a frenzy.
She hadn’t followed him to the hospital for two reasons: first, she couldn’t be bothered with such matters, and second, she had more pressing business to handle.
With Lin Ran away, Luo Yao seized the chance to settle two things at once.
Inside the estate’s secret chamber, over a dozen people were imprisoned—Luo Tangji’s so-called disciples.
In truth, each of them was highly skilled, though they were all castoffs from that place.
Normally, rejects like them wouldn’t be alive, but Luo Tangji had secretly saved and raised them, turning them into her personal weapons.
In the Luo family, no one was selfless—those who were didn’t survive long.
"You have three chances. Tell me everything you know, and you’ll keep your lives."
These people weren’t afraid of torture—they’d endured more suffering than most in their lives.
"Traitor. We were just Luo Tangji’s blades. Now that she’s dead, we’re no threat to you. Let us go, and we’ll tell you everything."
"But if you plan to kill us, remember—we’ve crawled out of graves before."
Some of them knew Luo Yao—some had fought alongside her, others against her. A few had even been "killed" by her hand.
"Two chances left." Luo Yao’s voice was ice.
The room fell dead silent. Precisely because they’d survived hell, they valued life even more.
Every one of them wanted to live. And Luo Yao’s ruthlessness? They’d witnessed it since childhood.
"If we talk, will you let us go? Or keep us locked up forever?"
Luo Yao had only promised their lives—nothing more. Someone had caught the loophole.
If she kept her word but imprisoned them for life, death would be preferable.
"Alive" could mean blind, deaf, or limbless—still technically alive.
"One chance left."
Just as someone else tried to speak, their leader shouted:
"We’ll talk! Luo Tangji teamed up with Luo Wushuang. They planned this ambush together—Luo Tangji was supposed to stall you, while Luo Wushuang mobilized us to storm the estate and capture Lin Ran. If Luo Tangji succeeded, they’d take control of the Luo family. If she failed, we’d use Lin Ran as leverage against you."
"Our original plan was for Luo Tangji to hold you off for at least a full day. We never expected you’d return so soon. And we still don’t know why Luo Wushuang never gave the order to strike—otherwise, you wouldn’t have caught us."
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes. So, Luo Wushuang was involved after all.
"Fine. Since you’re about to die, I’ll answer your question. Luo Wushuang wanted to play both sides—unfortunately for you… heh." She smirked. "Men, send them to meet Luo Tangji."
The prisoners’ eyes widened. "You backstabbing snake! You’re breaking your word?"
Luo Yao’s voice dripped venom. "You know me—I am a backstabbing snake. Why wouldn’t I be selfish?"
"Besides, if our positions were reversed… would you have spared me?"
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?"
