As Lin Ran chatted idly with Luo Yao, he felt his eyelids growing heavier and his head drooping lower.
"Sleep now," Lin Ran murmured, closing his eyes. "But don’t leave. Stay here with me."
Luo Yao agreed softly, "Alright."
I’ll stay by your side…
…for a lifetime.
Lin Ran drifted into peaceful slumber, while Luo Yao watched him quietly, reluctant to let him leave her lap.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if Lin Ran just stayed like this, sleeping beside her forever.
Then, with a subtle movement, Luo Yao’s arm shifted—and a cold dagger pressed against Lin Ran’s throat.
A single thought from her, and his life would be hers to take.
But after what felt like an eternity, Luo Yao withdrew the blade. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. She couldn’t bear it.
She could have ensured Lin Ran felt no pain, sending him swiftly to the underworld.
But she couldn’t stand the thought of him never seeing her again.
Nor could she bear losing the way he smiled and called her "wife," the way he fed her, the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear.
And now, it seemed, Luo Yao preferred Lin Ran alive—vibrant, real.
What Lin Ran didn’t know was how many times he had teetered on the edge of death in his sleep.
Only Luo Yao understood the impulse—and the certainty that she would never act on it.
Otherwise, Lin Ran would have been long gone.
If he had survived even when he avoided her like the plague, there was no way he’d meet his end now.
After a long period of adjustment, Lin Ran finally felt acclimated to the local climate.
The next morning, he contacted Abu to pick them up.
They set out from Tibet, bypassing Yamdrok Lake without stopping and skipping the exploration of the Karola Glacier, heading straight for a location 250 kilometers near Shigatse.
About 250 kilometers from Shigatse stood a snow-capped mountain. The British had first summited it, and the most recent ascent had been by an international team in 2006.
"Are you taking me to climb a mountain, Ah Ran?"
Lin Ran shook his head. "We’re not here for adventure. I just wanted to show you the purity of this white."
Though technically a tourist site, the place was deserted that day. Lin Ran led Luo Yao straight to the foot of the mountain.
Looking up, they saw the towering, snow-covered peak. Looking down, they saw the person they loved most.
The only flaw in this moment was the biting cold.
The sky was blue, the snow was white, and their hearts were full.
It was then that Luo Yao noticed something odd—their entourage of bodyguards had dwindled.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the roar of an engine broke the silence. The helicopter Lin Ran had arranged finally arrived.
"Yao Yao, this time, let’s ride while they fly it, okay?"
"Alright."
They boarded the helicopter, and as it ascended, the vast landscape unfolded beneath them.
The Himalayas, the world’s most famous mountain range, were a dream for countless adventurers.
Lin Ran had the trailing helicopter document everything.
When they reached the mountainside, Lin Ran signaled for a stop.
Luo Yao then noticed, in the dimming light, a cluster of black dots against the white snow—clearly, people were waiting there.
The helicopter hovered overhead as Lin Ran helped Luo Yao descend the ladder.
On the ground, they found Wang Bao and the rest of the bodyguard team, bundled up like bears.
"Ah Ran, what’s all this?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sudden explosions drew Luo Yao’s gaze upward as colorful sparks shot into the sky, bursting into dazzling brilliance.
Words blazed across the snowy mountain in the darkness:
[Time may stretch long, but I’ll be here for the rest of your days. Happy Birthday—Lin Ran.]
Luo Yao stared in disbelief.
Someone actually remembered her birthday.
How long had it been since she last celebrated?
The last time was…
She pushed the thought away. The Lin Ran before her now was everything she could ask for. Whether he stayed or not, he was her Ah Ran.
But there was more.
Countless points of light gathered—a masterpiece of drones. For this moment, Lin Ran had spent over a million.
To ensure perfection, he had even transported two signal boosters to compensate for the weak reception.
Meanwhile, Wang Bao captured everything with professional recording equipment.
Lin Ran released Luo Yao’s hand, stepped forward, and turned to spread his arms—then suddenly, he was airborne.
To an outsider, it might have looked like ascension to the heavens. In reality, a helicopter was hoisting him up.
Behind him, the drones formed an increasingly clear image—a lifelike silhouette of Luo Yao and Lin Ran together.
"Yao Yao, enjoy the birthday gift I’ve prepared for you."
Luo Yao, eyes fixed ahead, was momentarily stunned by his words.
The drones shifted again, spelling out new words:
[Marry the best Yao Yao—Lin Ran.]
This was Lin Ran’s proposal.
He had proposed once before at Wangfeng Mountain, but it had felt rushed. He had never been satisfied with it.
Luo Yao touched the ring on her finger, watching Lin Ran’s animated figure in the sky. She felt submerged in pure happiness, tears streaming unbidden down her cheeks.
So, Ah Ran had remembered his promise after all.
Suddenly, the drones transformed again—this time into a solitary image of Luo Yao, her expression rendered in stunning detail.
The drone version of Luo Yao extended a hand, and Lin Ran "landed" perfectly on its palm.
Through the wireless mic, Lin Ran shouted:
"Luo Yao, marry me. I never want to escape your grasp."
Luo Yao burst into laughter. Lin Ran looked ridiculous—and she adored him for it.
This childish display filled her with nothing but warmth.
Little Tong handed her the mic. "Miss, you can respond now."
"Will you let me have my way?"
"Not just that—I’ll spoil you rotten."
Held steady by the helicopter, Lin Ran gazed at Luo Yao from a hundred meters away.
"So, when will you marry me?"
Lin Ran knew she meant the wedding. Once, Luo Yao had dismissed ceremonies as meaningless.
Seemed someone had been a little dishonest.
Lin Ran replied, "September 10th."
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.”
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!
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!
