Only when she was inseparable from her beloved Xuan could she fully suppress the maddening urge in her mind to lock him away.
Lin Xuan was her medicine.
"Xuan."
Su Hua's slender, pale fingers trailed down Lin Xuan's chest, sliding beneath the fabric of his clothes.
Lin Xuan's body tensed.
Now, Su Hua could easily ignite a fire within him.
Her hand finally settled around his wrist. "If Xuan still doesn’t know what to do, I’ll teach you," she whispered softly into his ear.
...
Though their clothes remained on, they were thoroughly disheveled. Su Hua’s face was flushed with a seductive glow, her eyes shimmering with an irresistible allure.
Butler Wang had already cleared the entire villa of staff.
On the living room sofa, the stunning woman draped her soft arms over Lin Xuan’s shoulders, arching her swan-like neck in a graceful curve.
Lin Xuan kissed her, feeling intoxicated—utterly bewitched by the enchantress beneath him.
"Xuan, I’m yours… yours alone, your Hua Bao," Su Hua coaxed, luring him deeper into surrender.
That night, Su Hua was uncharacteristically wild, overwhelming even Lin Xuan, who had been holding his own against her lately.
Truly, not a drop was left.
When it was all over,
In the upstairs bedroom, on the expansive black bed,
Both had changed into fresh pajamas. Su Hua lay against Lin Xuan’s chest, her fingertips lightly tracing the contours of his brows.
This version of Xuan was perfect.
The happiness she had longed for in the past had finally become reality.
"Xuan, we’ll stay like this forever, won’t we?" Su Hua murmured.
The next morning, when Lin Xuan awoke, the woman was already gone.
He lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Damn it, he’d lost again!
Last night, Hua Bao had unleashed some kind of dragoness mode—completely insane.
But damn, it had been good.
His phone rang.
It was Wang Ba.
"Boss, I sent men to grab Lin Li last night, but he’d already flown abroad—apparently on some academic exchange with his professor."
"Boss, we could take him out overseas, no problem, but bringing him back to the country would be tricky."
"Should I just finish him off there?"
Wang Ba’s voice brimmed with eagerness.
If the boss gave the word, he’d book a flight to the U.S. immediately!
"No need," Lin Xuan replied. "Just keep eyes on him. The moment he returns, grab him."
Torturing someone was far more satisfying when done personally.
Still, he was in a foul mood and needed to vent—Lin Li would do.
Tch.
That bastard actually had the nerve to plot castrating him.
Lin Xuan would never guess it was his own wife who’d orchestrated it. Lin Li, twisted as he was, simply wanted to inflict the same torment.
Lin Xuan sent Lin Li a message:
[Ten days ago, you placed an order on the dark web—8 million to turn Lin Xuan into a eunuch and torture him for a while, right?]
Lin Li’s heart raced when he saw it.
[You caught him?]
If they had, he’d soon witness Lin Xuan’s ruin—his reputation destroyed, abandoned by Su Hua.
The thought alone was exhilarating.
[No, he got away. Too many guards around him. We lost five men.]
Lin Li paled.
Failed?!
"Too many guards"—it had to be Su Hua’s doing!
Furious, he stabbed at his phone.
[What kind of operation are you running? You guaranteed success!]
Now that Lin Xuan was alerted, catching him again would be near impossible.
Lin Xuan’s reply came swiftly:
[You’re questioning me? I should be questioning you! You said he was just some ordinary college student—no powerful connections. You owe us 15 million for our losses.]
[Wire it to this account: 6118890…]
[No payment? Then brace yourself. My gang doesn’t play nice.]
Lin Li glared at his screen.
Not only had they botched the job, they were extorting him!
Scum!
Wait—the dark web protected buyer anonymity. How had they found him?
Blood boiling, Lin Li immediately contacted the dark web, demanding they punish the Black Tiger Gang.
The dark web didn’t tolerate breaches—if the gang had hacked their data, they were finished.
But the dark web played dumb.
They knew nothing.
Lin Li’s complaint made it clear the Black Tiger Gang was behind this, but the dark web dared not act.
The gang had a hacker god among them.
Pissing off that talent risked the entire dark web collapsing—a death sentence.
Best to stay out of it.
Lin Li’s complaint was ignored.
With that handled,
Lin Xuan, dark circles under his eyes, drifted downstairs for breakfast.
Butler Wang spotted him and cheerfully brought out a long-missed bowl of revitalizing tonic.
Lin Xuan accepted it without hesitation.
"Butler Wang, it’s been a month since you last made this. Why today?" Lin Xuan asked curiously.
"Master Lin, truthfully, I’ve brewed it daily—except when Miss was away. But since you always woke first, I assumed you didn’t need it," Butler Wang replied with a smile.
Just look at those eye bags—the young master’s vitality had clearly been drained.
Last night must have been intense.
Lin Xuan nodded emphatically.
Butler Wang was truly a top-tier butler.
He raised the bowl and gulped it down. Halfway through, Su Hua walked in.
Lin Xuan’s heart skipped.
He set the bowl down casually. "Hua Bao, I thought you were at work?"
"Nothing urgent, so I came back," Su Hua said smoothly.
Meanwhile, the overworked Jiang Qing: "???" *Nothing urgent*, Boss?
"Xuan, after breakfast, I’ll drive you to school."
"Sure."
Su Hua caught a whiff of herbs and frowned, stepping closer.
"What’s this…?" Her gaze landed on the half-finished tonic.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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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?"
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.”
