As Li Qingxue's breathing grew heavier, she eventually came to a slow stop.
It was clear that Ye Liangchen's words had struck a nerve with her.
Li Qingxue had always considered Long Aotian to be a friend she could confide in, someone with whom she could share secrets.
She had never once thought of disrupting the relationship between Long Aotian and Hu Yuying.
But now, Ye Liangchen had pointed at her and called her a homewrecker.
Li Qingxue felt deeply uncomfortable. This discomfort wasn’t just because she had been insulted, but more so because Ye Liangchen claimed to have personally witnessed Long Aotian forcing himself on Hu Yuying at her home!
Even though she knew this was likely just Ye Liangchen making things up, a lingering sense of heaviness clung to her heart.
This heaviness inexplicably stirred up a wave of irritation within her.
"It must be the heat," Li Qingxue thought, glancing up at the sky. The bright, scorching sunlight made her squint slightly. "The hot weather is making me irritable. That must be it!"
This seemingly illogical yet perfectly reasonable explanation helped Li Qingxue's mind gradually settle.
The innocence of youth, the slowness of emotions, and the desperate search for excuses all coalesced into a seed, which she buried deep within her heart.
...
Meanwhile, after losing sight of Li Qingxue's figure, Ye Liangchen walked home with a sense of disappointment.
As soon as he arrived, he saw his mother chatting with the neighbors.
When he got closer and overheard her words, his expression instantly darkened.
"Of course! My son is doing exceptionally well in school. Getting into a university in the capital will be a breeze for him."
"Absolutely! Just look at my son—tall, handsome, and with such a great personality. He’s incredibly popular with the girls at school."
"Not to mention he’s already a college student. His future? I can’t even imagine how bright it’s going to be!"
Hearing his mother’s praise, Ye Liangchen let out a slow breath and reluctantly walked over.
"Son, you’re back! Tell your aunties how this year’s college entrance exam questions were."
Ye Liangchen scratched his head awkwardly. "This year’s questions were... manageable."
"Listen to him! My son is so humble. If he says it was manageable, then it was no problem at all. Hahaha!"
Ye Liangchen quickly pulled his mother aside. "Mom, how many times have I told you? Even though I’m amazing, could you please tone it down a little?"
"My precious boy is so outstanding. Can’t a mother brag a little?"
"Fine, do as you please," Ye Liangchen sighed.
But then he thought about it—his mother wasn’t entirely wrong. After all, he was a reincarnator, destined to rise above others in the future. A little bit of showing off wouldn’t hurt.
"The exams are finally over. Take some time to rest at home these days."
Suddenly, his mother remembered something. "Oh, by the way, I’ll take you shopping for some clothes this afternoon."
"I saw Auntie Wang’s kid wearing this cool ice-silk shirt earlier. It looked great and felt so smooth and cool to the touch. It’ll look even better on my handsome son!"
This was just how his mother was—always comparing herself to others, especially when she felt inferior. She would always find a way to assert herself using whatever advantage she had.
And right now, the only thing she could proudly flaunt was her beloved son.
At least when it came to comparing sons, she had the upper hand.
It also helped that her son was so capable.
"Alright," Ye Liangchen agreed, mainly because he was feeling down and thought a change of scenery might help.
As for comparing himself to Auntie Wang’s 14-year-old kid? No thanks. He didn’t want to leave the poor boy with irreparable psychological trauma. After all, he was a high-quality, fashion-forward heartthrob.
After lunch, his mother took him out on her electric scooter to buy clothes.
"Mom, isn’t this the way to the morning market?"
"Auntie Wang said the clothing vendor is set up near the morning market."
"There it is, right across the street."
Following his mother’s voice, Ye Liangchen spotted a stall set up under a square canopy.
"Stop the scooter!!!" Ye Liangchen’s voice was filled with excitement.
His mother stopped and turned to look at her precious son, following his gaze to where Long Aotian and Hu Yuying were.
Her face immediately soured. "Sharp-tongued and destined to be a nobody, stuck selling stuff at a stall for the rest of his life."
She couldn’t forget how Long Aotian had once insulted her at school.
She was always the one dishing out insults, but that time, she had been humiliated by an 18-year-old kid!
A smirk tugged at Ye Liangchen’s lips as he slowly got off the scooter, hands in his pockets, watching the scene with amusement.
"Hmph, Hu Yuying, you have no idea what you’ve lost!"
In his dreams, Hu Yuying was a goddess of finance and business, her worth beyond measure.
But now, it was clear that she had been dragged down by Long Aotian, that scoundrel.
If he didn’t step in to save her, she might end up stuck in menial jobs for the rest of her life.
Thinking this, Ye Liangchen suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Mom, let’s head back."
"Go back?"
"Yeah, let’s go. I have a plan. Long Aotian dared to insult you in front of me. I won’t let him off easy. He’ll learn what happens when you cross me!"
Seeing her son’s determined expression, his mother felt a surge of pride. Truly, her precious boy was something else.
Since he had made up his mind, she had no choice but to take him home.
Once they got back, Ye Liangchen thought for a moment and said, "Mom, can you give me some money?"
His mother, who doted on him, naturally didn’t refuse.
With the money in hand, Ye Liangchen went to his room and pulled out a white shirt and black skinny jeans from his wardrobe.
After dressing up, he stood tall and looked at his mature, handsome reflection in the mirror. He combed his hair into a more grown-up style and couldn’t help but chuckle. "From this moment on, the gap between us will only grow wider!"
With that, he turned and left the house.
...
On her way back after buying food, Hu Yuying spotted Long Aotian chatting with three women in their twenties, making them laugh.
Even after the three women left, Long Aotian craned his neck to sneak a glance at their long legs.
Watching Long Aotian’s actions, Hu Yuying pursed her lips.
She glanced at the three women—their crop tops and short shorts exposing their midriffs and long legs—and then looked down at her own plain T-shirt and full-length pants. She lowered her gaze without a word.
"Tired? You look worn out. Go rest when we get home," Long Aotian said with concern as he noticed Hu Yuying dragging her feet while carrying the food.
Hu Yuying shot him a resentful look before turning her back to him...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
