The bright moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the entire Unreturning City.
For some reason, the city was unusually quiet that night, as if everyone had fallen into a deep slumber.
Inside the City Lord's mansion, the lights burned brightly, standing in stark contrast to the rest of the sleeping city.
Deep within the mansion, in a secluded boudoir, enchanting melodies rose and fell in an unbroken rhythm, lingering in the air.
The beautiful music had lasted from dusk till dawn, never once ceasing.
By midday, the boudoir door finally opened, and Chen Chang'an stepped out.
His steps were steady, a faint smile playing on his lips, as though the night's symphony had left him thoroughly satisfied.
Glancing back into the room, he remarked softly, "Such sweetness is truly worth savoring."
"Those two are absolute temptresses!"
Despite his extraordinary constitution—one that was far more resilient than most—Chen Chang'an had still been worn down by the relentless allure of those two bewitching vixens.
Had it been anyone else, they wouldn't have lasted a moment.
Recalling the night's escapades, Chen Chang'an felt a renewed vigor.
Damn, that was exhilarating!
In his ten thousand years of existence, he had probably missed out on far too much.
"Ah, if Master were to find out..."
For some reason, thoughts of his master, Mu Yunyao, surfaced in his mind—especially memories of the rigorous mental discipline training from years past.
Unconsciously, Chen Chang'an realized his focus was slipping.
"Damn it, they’re shaking my Dao heart!"
He quickly dispelled the distracting thoughts and steadied his mind. He hadn’t expected a single night to have such a profound effect.
The two sisters were still resting—after all, their exhaustion far surpassed his own.
When Chen Chang'an returned to the Joyful Tower, Da Huang greeted him with a lecherous grin so infuriating it made his blood boil.
"What’s so funny? Look at yourself—where’s the dignity of a Qilin? You’re turning more dog-like by the day!" Chen Chang'an snapped.
At his words, Da Huang’s smirk vanished instantly, replaced by indignation. "If it weren’t for you, would I be stuck like this? You go off and have your fun, then leave me to suffer?"
"I don’t care—I want to visit the brothel too. Twenty—no, fifty women! And you’re paying!"
Da Huang didn’t need brains to figure out what had happened during Chen Chang'an’s night away.
After all these years by his side, Da Huang was secretly pleased that Chen Chang'an had finally let loose.
Chen Chang'an was no saint—in fact, he was downright wicked. But when it came to matters between men and women, he had always been strangely restrained. Now that he had finally embraced his desires, Da Huang was happy for him.
But mostly, he was jealous.
Why couldn’t he have been born human?
"Fine, next time. We’ll talk next time," Chen Chang'an relented.
"That’s more like it."
"By the way, what got into you? Since when do you fall so easily for a pair of sisters? This isn’t like you," Da Huang asked curiously.
Chen Chang'an gave him a long look before replying calmly, "I’m a man. A normal man."
Huh?
So he hadn’t been normal before?
"Then why didn’t you act like this earlier?"
"Are you stupid? How many women have we even met all these years?"
Oh.
Now that he thought about it, most of Chen Chang'an’s dealings had been with men.
Wait—there was one!
"Changsun Xixue—wasn’t she a woman?" Da Huang countered.
"Are you out of your mind? She spent her days trying to kill me, not seduce me!"
"Oh. Right. Good point."
"Enough nonsense. I’m going to rest."
"Ah, I’m utterly spent."
Watching Chen Chang'an’s smug expression, Da Huang scoffed. "Utterly spent," my ass—this guy was just showing off!
Not long after Chen Chang'an returned to his room, Gu Xian'er knocked and entered.
Seeing her, Chen Chang'an was taken aback. Her expression was conflicted, tinged with melancholy.
"What’s wrong?" he asked, puzzled.
Gu Xian'er stared at him for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Young Master... I could have done it too. Why wasn’t it me?"
Huh?
This girl...
"You’re different from them."
"Different? How?"
As if to prove a point, she straightened her posture slightly, as if to say, "I have everything they do. Why am I different? Just because there were two of them?"
"That’s not what I meant."
"You’re still young. Besides, you should focus on your cultivation for now."
"Leave these matters for later. Don’t dwell on them now," Chen Chang'an said helplessly.
"So that’s how it is..."
"Then in the future, could I...?"
Her face flushed mid-sentence. Was she being too forward? Would the Young Master think her shameless?
Oh no, what had gotten into her today? Why had she said such things?
This was bad—would he look down on her now?
The courage Gu Xian'er had mustered when she first entered had now completely vanished, and she didn’t understand why she was acting this way today.
But Chen Chang'an had stayed out all night yesterday, and she hadn’t slept a wink either. The suffocating feeling of heartbreak and disappointment had tormented her endlessly.
“As for what happens in the future… let’s leave that for the future.”
“Yes, Young Master. I’m sorry, Young Master, it’s my—”
“No need for apologies. Go cultivate. Your cultivation hasn’t made any breakthroughs in a long time.”
“Yes.”
After Gu Xian'er left, Chen Chang'an finally let out a sigh of relief. His damnable charm really was impossible to contain.
But what Chen Chang'an never expected was that less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn after Gu Xian'er left, someone else arrived.
When the door opened and Wu Mingdao walked in, Chen Chang'an panicked.
Holy shit!
No way!
You too?!
Especially when he saw the slightly awkward expression on Wu Mingdao’s face, Chen Chang'an suddenly had the urge to slap him dead on the spot!
“Ahem, Mingdao, listen… I know my charm is undeniable.”
“But you need to think carefully—we’re both men.”
“Men, you understand?”
“Ah, no one ever taught you about these things growing up, so if you’re a little confused, I don’t blame you.”
“But you can’t go down the wrong path, got it?”
“You have to control yourself!” Chen Chang'an said with earnest concern.
Hearing this, Wu Mingdao grew even more embarrassed, hesitating and stumbling over his words.
“Well… it is a little hard to say.”
“If it’s hard to say, then don’t say it.”
“But I… but I really want it.”
Huh?
Really want it?
Oh no, oh no, this kid’s definitely gone astray!
“Mingdao, a man must have willpower. You must restrain desires that shouldn’t exist.”
“Your path ahead is long—you can’t start off by taking a wrong turn.”
“Understand?” Chen Chang'an said sternly.
“Thank you for your guidance, Brother Chen. I understand.”
“But… I really can’t help it. And besides, how is this going down the wrong path?”
“I genuinely like—”
“Stop! Enough!”
Chen Chang'an hastily cut him off. If Wu Mingdao actually said it out loud, their friendship would be ruined.
How could they even face each other after that? It’d be too awkward.
“Fine, I won’t bother you anymore, Brother Chen.”
“But I really do like it… Never mind, I’ll find another chance to buy it later.”
Huh?
Wait, what?
“What are you trying to buy?” Chen Chang'an asked, puzzled.
“I wanted to buy a saber, but I don’t have enough spirit stones, so I came to borrow some from you.”
“You—If you wanted to buy a saber, why didn’t you just say so?! Why all the unnecessary talk?”
“But I… I was talking about buying a saber the whole time!”
“Ah…”
So awkward!
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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?"
