The disposable toothpaste in the hotel was green tea flavored.
After brushing their teeth, every word spoken carried a subtle and elegant green tea fragrance.
Soft, warm, and green-tea-flavored Chunbao was also quite delicious—Shen Nian had already tasted her.
The hotel provided breakfast. The restaurant had a pretty good spread, like a little food corner in a supermarket, offering plain congee, sticky rice, small pastries, and the like.
"After we finish breakfast, let's go back up to use the restroom. Don't tell me you need to take a dump later."
"I'm eating congee here, can we not talk about crap and piss?"
"Just reminding you. After all, lazy people always have so many issues."
"I wouldn't know. I saw the 5 AM sunrise during my senior year of high school. Have you?"
"Hmph." Xia Yanchun secretly stepped on Shen Nian's foot under the table where no one could see.
After breakfast and a trip to the restroom, right before heading out, Xia Yanchun pulled out two sanitary pads. She planned to put them in Shen Nian's shoes as insoles. She heard this would make his feet hurt less—a little trick she learned during military training.
Shen Nian didn't reject Chunbao's kind intentions. Unlike Xia Yanchun, he didn't have a pair of sneakers worth thousands of bucks. Although he had his Miraculous Healing ability and wasn't afraid of foot pain, who would say no to a little extra comfort?
"How is it? Comfortable?"
Shen Nian hopped in place a couple of times. "It's actually quite comfortable. Haki-chun, you're surprisingly attentive."
"Sigh, that's just the kind of person I am. Even though my boyfriend doesn't love me and my childhood sweetheart doesn't care for me, I still love this world."
"You're never going to let that go, are you? Take this, you green tea!"
"Ah! Shen Nian, you're asking for it!"
Getting punched in the arm hurt a little. Xia Yanchun was furious and wildly slapped Shen Nian a few times, taking the chance to get some good hits in. When they set off, she deliberately sulked to make Shen Nian guess what was wrong, ignoring him the whole way.
The hotel wasn't far from Tianshan, just a twenty-minute drive.
Tianshan was a popular local attraction. Many people came here out of admiration, carrying basic gear to challenge the mountain.
Shen Nian looked up into the distance. Tianshan was quite majestic. It wasn't just a mountain; it was also a forest park. At the foot of the massive mountain, there were many vendor stalls, bustling with noise and packed with crowds.
"Shen Nian, help me take a picture first!"
Xia Yanchun shoved her phone into Shen Nian's hands and skipped over to a large tree. She struck a pre-planned pose, her eyes and brows filled with a smile—the very picture of a sweet, beautiful girl.
After he snapped several photos in a row, Xia Yanchun happily squeezed in next to Shen Nian. "Not bad at all. This one looks really good."
"Guaranteed. Under my hands, even the ugliest person turns into a beauty."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
Xia Yanchun rolled her pretty eyes, too lazy to scold him. Like she used to do on their way to and from school, she jogged a few steps ahead of Shen Nian and ignored him.
Shen Nian quickly caught up and bumped against her. Even though Xia Yanchun turned her head away and ignored him, he smoothly hooked her small hand, wrapped it in his palm, and walked alongside her.
Conquering a great mountain was nothing to Shen Nian. In his eyes, this mountain was just a thousand-meter-tall little loli.
It was no exaggeration to say he could treat mountain climbing like a jog and run all the way up without stopping.
"Say, if we started a live stream right now, do you think we'd get more traffic than usual?"
"We could try. The internet connection here is pretty good."
"Hmm, never mind. I was just saying." Xia Yanchun shook her head, gripping Shen Nian's large hand tighter. She raised an eyebrow and said, "We'd have to talk during the stream. Wouldn't we run out of breath?"
"That's just you. I wouldn't."
"Oh, so your stamina is that good, huh? Later, when I can't climb anymore, you'd better be able to carry me on your back to the rest station."
"I could carry you all the way up the mountain."
"I hereby declare you the number one braggart of the post-00s generation."
Xia Yanchun knew Shen Nian had good stamina and could carry her on his back for two laps around their residential compound. But carrying someone to the top of a mountain was an exponentially harder task. That kind of thing was too counterintuitive; it was impossible for anyone in the world to do it.
"I tell the truth and you don't believe me." Shen Nian didn't dwell on it and started looking around at the scenery of Tianshan.
The weather was perfect. Looking out, lush greenery covered half the view, and a glance upward revealed mountain peaks hidden in the mist.
There were many people ahead, quite a few of them here specifically to climb. A quick scan revealed several young couples holding hands. Shen Nian, relaxed and carefree, became one of those couples.
Perhaps the people behind them were looking at them the exact same way.
Noticing her hand being squeezed, Xia Yanchun narrowed her bright eyes slightly and squeezed his hand back.
Hmph, this silly little brother insists on holding his big sister's hand even while climbing a mountain. I really can't do anything about him. I'll just indulge him for a bit.
Having been in this ambiguous relationship for so long, Xia Yanchun was no longer the little girl from the first semester of senior year who would blush just from holding hands. Not even in broad daylight in front of a crowd.
She was a mature woman who would only blush when kissed.
Feeling delighted, Xia Yanchun began to focus on the climb. Knowing full well how exhausting mountain climbing could be, she tried to conserve her energy as much as possible along the way.
She was wearing the canvas shoes Shen Nian had bought for her. Walking in them was incredibly comfortable.
"What do you want for your birthday?" Xia Yanchun suddenly leaned forward, a lock of smooth hair slipping from behind her ear and falling softly.
"I want..." Shen Nian rubbed his chin, bared his teeth, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.
"I hate it most when you leave a sentence hanging. Hurry up and tell me."
"Hmm... Then I want a pair of shoes too."
"What? That's definitely not what you were just thinking about." Xia Yanchun was very smart; it only took her 0.01 seconds to see through Shen Nian's little thoughts.
She covered her mouth and leaned in close to Shen Nian's ear, blowing hot air. Her voice was soft, mixed with a messy bit of teasing. "You were definitely thinking about something dirty."
"I've been wronged! I really wasn't... I honestly don't know what I want. I was just thinking about it." Shen Nian laughed in exasperation and pointed at her nose. "I bet you're the one thinking about it. You've always had a dirty mind."
Xia Yanchun's fair little face began to flush pink. "Am not!"
"You're getting defensive."
"I'm not getting you a gift anymore. Go cry about it. Alright, let's stop talking. I need to save my energy!"
"Alright, alright. Chunbao is a woman who's going to conquer the mountain, after all."
Shen Nian casually pinched the girl's soft, warm cheek, pulling his thoughts back.
When it comes to mountain climbing, everyone starts off full of ambition.
Halfway up, that ambition usually starts to wilt.
As the altitude increased, the number of people ahead noticeably dwindled. It seemed like for a long stretch of the path, it was just the same few familiar faces in front and behind them. Those who had only come to climb for fun had probably already backed out.
Shen Nian looked sideways at Xia Yanchun. She was holding up much better than he had expected.
Since they were holding hands... it was probably his Miraculous Healing taking effect.
Still, Shen Nian gave her a thumbs-up. "You're top-notch."
"I've always been top-notch." Xia Yanchun hummed proudly. "It feels really easy. I'm not even that tired."
"I hope you can stay this calm when we climb a bit higher."
"Guaranteed, guaranteed!"
"Your tone is wrong. It should be like this, repeat after me: Guaranteed, guaranteed~"
"Tch, who wants to learn that."
Xia Yanchun grumbled playfully.
She was well aware of her own physical limits, but she had no idea what was going on today. Even though she had been climbing for so long, the soles of her feet only felt slightly sore, and her thigh muscles weren't particularly fatigued. Whenever she did feel a hint of discomfort, simply slowing her pace was enough to recover...
Do I actually have a natural gift for mountain climbing?
It seems that conquering this mountain isn't impossible after all!

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?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"