Zhao Miaomiao was also a bit flustered. She wasn’t ready to leave Wu Zhishang yet—she hadn’t secured her next option.
“Wu Zhishang, why don’t you trust me? Lv Jian was just feeling down, and as his closest friend, is it so wrong for me to comfort him?”
Wu Zhishang’s heart turned to ash. “And ‘comforting’ means hugging in a room and doing this?”
“A kiss is just a way to console someone. It doesn’t mean anything. You have to believe me.” Zhao Miaomiao insisted, her tone unshaken.
Lin Ran was utterly dumbfounded by their words. He had to admit, he’d underestimated just how low this pair could go.
Wu Zhishang’s lingering hope died completely.
“Fine. Keep ‘comforting’ him, then. We’re done.”
He turned to leave. Lin Ran was surprised by Wu Zhishang’s calmness until he saw the look in his eyes—he was already numb with grief.
Zhao Miaomiao panicked. “What do you mean? I told you I was just comforting Lv Jian! Can you stop making a scene?”
Wu Zhishang scoffed. “I’m making a scene? Fine. I won’t anymore. I’m leaving.”
Zhao Miaomiao flushed with anger. She hated his attitude right now.
“The fact that you’re here proves you don’t trust me, Wu Zhishang. I never thought you’d be like this. And how did you even know I was here? Have you been spying on me?”
Wu Zhishang gave a bitter smile. “This hotel belongs to Brother Lin. He saw the two of you laughing and checking in together. I trust him—he wouldn’t lie to me. Do you want me to call the hotel staff to confirm?”
Zhao Miaomiao froze, finally releasing Lv Jian. “What did you say?”
“He said this hotel is mine. You two ‘won a prize’ and came here to book a room. Did I get that wrong?”
Both of them were stunned—not by Wu Zhishang’s words, but by Lin Ran’s identity.
“Pfft… yeah right. You’re full of it.” Lv Jian refused to believe it.
Wu Zhishang walked out of the room, step by step. He didn’t want to argue about right or wrong anymore. He just wanted to leave.
As long as he stayed here, his heart would keep burning in agony.
Lin Ran followed. Zhao Miaomiao shoved Lv Jian aside and chased after them, while Lv Jian frowned and trailed behind.
What was supposed to be a romantic moment had turned into… this.
Downstairs, Lin Ran patted Wu Zhishang’s shoulder reassuringly.
“Bro, breaking up is her loss and your gain. Zhao Miaomiao never loved you. Someone who truly loves you wouldn’t hurt you like this.”
Tear tracks still glistened on Wu Zhishang’s face, his desolation painful to see.
“I know, Brother Lin. But… I feel like you’ve changed a lot lately, especially in how you see relationships. Honestly, I still can’t believe how easily you let Liu Ruxue go. How did you do it?”
Lin Ran sighed.
“Because I learned what real love is. With Liu Ruxue, I gave her everything, and all I got in return was her playing dumb—stringing me along, dangling just enough hope to keep me chasing her.”
“That kind of hope makes you feel like you’re one step away from winning her over, but that step might as well be a thousand miles.”
“Listen, I’ll only say this once: let Zhao Miaomiao go. You can’t wake someone who’s pretending to sleep, and you can’t move someone who doesn’t love you.”
“Take me, for example. I gave up someone who didn’t love me, and now I have someone who treasures me with her whole heart.”
Wu Zhishang glanced at him. “And Luo Yao… is she a compromise or love?”
Lin Ran didn’t hesitate. “Love. The kind that carves itself into your bones and tears your heart open. Do I look like someone who settles? I cherish what we have now. I’d die for Luo Yao if I had to.”
Wu Zhishang didn’t fully understand what had happened between Lin Ran and Luo Yao, but he silently wished them happiness.
And he realized now—Zhao Miaomiao’s attitude earlier was proof enough. If someone doesn’t love you, no amount of pleading will make them see the light.
“I get it, Brother Lin. I think… I need some time alone to sort myself out. See you later.”
“Take care.”
Just then, Zhao Miaomiao and Lv Jian rushed downstairs—only to see Lin Ran and Wu Zhishang stepping into their cars: one a Ferrari, the other a luxurious Rolls-Royce.
Both of them gaped like stunned ducks. After a long silence, Lv Jian finally muttered, “Miaomiao, they probably rented those. I’ll get you one tomorrow.”
Zhao Miaomiao shoved him away, screaming, “This is all your fault! If it weren’t for you, Wu Zhishang would never have left me! I hate you!”
Fumbling for her phone, she dialed Wu Zhishang’s number.
“Baby, where are you?”
His voice came through, cold and final: “Don’t call me again. I only answered to tell you—we’re over. You lost me for good.”
He hung up and blocked her.
Later, Wu Zhishang’s car stopped by a bridge. He stepped out, gripping the railing as he stared blankly at the traffic below.
If I jumped from here… would it hurt?
No. I still owe Brother Lin money. Can’t die yet.
Zhao Miaomiao… why did you do this to me? Was I really just your backup plan?
Tears streamed down his face, his sobs raw and broken.
“A man who cries… how sexy.”
A bright, teasing voice cut through his thoughts. Wu Zhishang turned to see a familiar woman beside him.
“Why are you here?”
Chen Qingtian leaned closer, studying him with mock seriousness.
“Heartbroken? Well, I’ll generously treat you to drinks tonight. My treat.”
……
Back in the Rolls-Royce, heading to the estate.
“That kid Wu Zhishang… he’s really going through it.”
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes at Lin Ran. “A-Ran… you’re not actually interested in Wu Zhishang, are you?”
Lin Ran stiffened, then scowled. Is she seriously questioning my sexuality right now?
Before he could retort, Luo Yao added lazily,
“If you get too close to him, I might have to deal with him—even if he’s a man.”
Lin Ran took a deep breath.
“Yao Yao, we’ve been friends since childhood. That’s all. His parents are good people, and I just wanted to help him out. If this is making you uncomfortable, I’ll see him less and spend more time with you, okay?”
Luo Yao nodded. “Good. I believe you.”
“But… can you repeat what you told Wu Zhishang earlier?”
Lin Ran blinked. “Which part?”
“The part about how much you love me.” Her lips curled into a ghostly smirk.
Lin Ran laughed. “Oh, you heard that? Sure, I’ll say it as many times as you want.”
Love isn’t just shown—it should be said, too.
Just as they arrived at the estate and stepped out of the car, Luo Yao’s expression darkened.
An unwelcome guest had arrived.
“Bet you didn’t expect me to escape, did you, niece?”
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.”
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!
