The screen in the grand hall went black.
Lin Li let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed it had been turned off.
Now he wouldn’t have to worry about Lin Xuan pulling any tricks with the video.
Lin Li glanced in Lin Xuan’s direction.
Lin Xuan happened to be looking back at him.
With a raised brow, Lin Xuan lifted his wine glass in a mocking toast.
Lin Li clenched his fists.
Why? Why did he still feel so uneasy, as if Lin Xuan had something else waiting for him?
The video of the couple’s sweet moments came to an abrupt halt.
The guests frowned in confusion.
“What’s going on? Why did it stop?”
Feng Weimin walked over and asked, “Father-in-law, what happened? Why did the video suddenly cut off?”
“Hold on, let me make a call and check,” Lin Chang replied.
He pretended to dial a number.
“Alright, I understand,” Lin Chang said, nodding as he held the phone to his ear. “Let’s leave it at that for now. Get it fixed as soon as possible.”
He hung up and announced, “The hotel says the video malfunctioned and can’t be played. Maybe we should just move on.”
“I suppose we have no choice,” Feng Weimin agreed, though he felt deeply unsettled.
Stopping the video midway through the wedding was terribly unlucky.
Lin Chang picked up the microphone and addressed the guests, “Ladies and gentlemen, our sincerest apologies. Due to technical difficulties, the video cannot be played at the moment. Let’s proceed directly to the next part of the ceremony.”
Butler Wang was utterly baffled.
Hadn’t Young Master Lin said he was going to play some kind of video at the wedding?
Now that the equipment had failed, wouldn’t his plan fall apart?
That meant no juicy drama for him to enjoy.
“Young Master Lin, since the equipment is broken, does that mean your video won’t be shown?” Butler Wang asked, visibly disappointed.
Lin Xuan smirked coldly. “No, it’s not broken. Lin Li is scared. He’s afraid I’ll pull the same stunt I did at his birthday banquet, so he shut it off early and lied about a malfunction.”
Lin Xuan’s lips curled.
He had to admit, Lin Li’s instincts were sharp.
That was exactly what he had planned.
Butler Wang perked up, eager to hear more.
“But I’ve already sent someone over,” Lin Xuan said, raising an eyebrow. “I’m sure the video will be playing again soon. We’ll have quite the show to watch.”
“Ah, so that’s how it is.”
Butler Wang relaxed.
It seemed he’d still get his drama after all.
As expected, Young Master Lin had everything under control. There’d be no mishaps.
Su Hua watched Lin Xuan with amusement in her eyes.
She loved seeing him scheme like this.
Meanwhile, the black-suited bodyguard was still leisurely working on the computer.
On stage, Feng Yaya and Lin Li had reached the wedding vows.
“Mr. Lin Li,” the officiant asked with a smile, “in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, do you promise to stand by this woman, to love and cherish her, to remain faithful and devoted for as long as you both shall live?”
Dressed in a sleek black suit, Lin Li gazed tenderly at Feng Yaya. “I do.”
Feng Yaya lowered her head shyly.
Ah Li truly treated her so well—she had never felt so loved before.
“Lin Li!”
“Lin Li!”
Inside a psychiatric hospital, a television broadcasted Lin Li’s wedding live.
Qin Ruoyao stared at the screen with burning hatred, her eyes fixed on the bride and groom.
After months in the asylum, she was on the verge of losing her mind.
She wasn’t insane, yet she was forced to live among the mentally ill.
Sometimes, she wished she could just go mad.
But the staff wouldn’t let her—whenever she showed signs of breaking, they pulled her back.
Night after night, she barely slept.
Her hair was disheveled, dark circles hung under her eyes, and her face was gaunt, making her look a decade older. The fresh-faced campus beauty she once was had long vanished.
“Feng Corporation’s heiress, Feng Yaya,” Qin Ruoyao muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes locked on the screen.
“I ended up like this because of you, Lin Li!”
Her voice dripped with venom.
“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have fallen out with Lin Xuan, my child wouldn’t have been lost, and I wouldn’t have been thrown into this hellhole by Su Hua.”
“How dare you live so lavishly, marrying the Feng Corporation’s heiress, set to inherit everything?”
“How dare you live happily while I suffer like this?!”
Rage consumed her.
After enduring the asylum and now seeing Lin Li’s bliss, her hatred for him had reached its peak.
She wanted to drink his blood, tear his flesh.
“Lin Li, you’d better pray I never leave this place. Because if I do, I swear I’ll make you suffer a fate worse than death.”
Her fists clenched, her bloodshot eyes never leaving the screen.
Lin Xuan, listening through his earpiece, smirked at Qin Ruoyao’s outburst.
Once the time was right, he’d have her released—let her unleash her fury on Lin Li.
Those two deserved each other.
He removed the earpiece and sent a message:
[She can be taken away now.]
Su Hua had handed Qin Ruoyao’s case over to him, and the asylum staff obeyed his orders without question.
A reply came swiftly:
[Understood, Young Master Lin.]
Soon, two men in white coats entered Qin Ruoyao’s room.
Terror flashed in her eyes as she backed away.
“What do you want?” she snarled.
One of the doctors smirked. “What do you think, Miss Qin?”
She screamed with all her strength, “I’m not insane! You can’t do this to me! Get out!”
“Get out!”
“Ah—!”
Her struggles were useless against the two burly men.
Eventually, she gave up, letting them drag her away, her eyes hollow with despair and resignation.
They threw her into another ward.
Inside, a female patient was in the throes of an episode—and she had a particular fondness for women.
The moment she saw Qin Ruoyao, her eyes lit up.
She lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her.
“My sweet Lanlan,” the woman cooed, mistaking Qin Ruoyao for her lover. Her grip was iron-tight, impossible to break.
“You’ve finally come back to me.” She buried her face in Qin Ruoyao’s neck, inhaling deeply.
“Do you know how much I love you?”
“I’d die for you, my Lanlan. Never leave me again.”
Qin Ruoyao’s expression was blank, numb.
By now, she was used to this torment.
Whenever someone has an episode, the people here would send her to stay with those who are also having psychotic episodes.
This time, the female patient was much better off compared to the others who were having episodes.
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?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
