"Wan Ning, have you ever been to a morning market?" Hu Yuying asked.
On their way out of school, Li Qingxue had mentioned wanting to explore the morning markets in Capital City. She had never actually been to one before—the only time she'd experienced it was through a video call on Hu Yuying's phone.
Li Qingxue loved lively places. Her personality was naturally energetic, and bustling environments suited her perfectly.
Lin Wanning nodded. "Back when my family lived in the countryside, I used to go to morning markets often. But after moving to the city, I rarely went anymore."
"How about we check out Capital City's morning market later?" Hu Yuying suggested.
She was curious to see what it was like—maybe she could even pick up some part-time work there.
The idea was unanimously approved.
Li Qingxue turned to Long Aotian beside her. "Take us to the market."
"Beg me first." Long Aotian smirked. Li Qingxue had a bright, infectious smile, but since she was still annoyed with him, her pouting expression made him want to tease her even more.
"Ugh, you want me to beg? How about I pinch you instead!"
With that, she lightly pinched his waist. "Don’t you dare run—I’ll get you!"
Watching Li Qingxue and Long Aotian playfully bicker, Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning couldn’t help but laugh.
"You two have such a great relationship," Lin Wanning remarked sincerely.
At least, Long Aotian had never acted like this with her.
Hu Yuying gave a soft nod. "Yeah, Long Aotian is really nice."
She glanced at Lin Wanning. "Let’s hurry up and go."
From just these few words, Lin Wanning could tell how gentle Hu Yuying was—especially when it came to Long Aotian.
With a deep look at Long Aotian, a faint smile appeared on Lin Wanning’s delicate face as she quickened her steps to catch up.
The morning subway in Capital City was packed, but having Long Aotian around made it easier.
Soon, the four of them followed the crowd out of the station and headed toward the nearby morning market.
Capital City’s morning market was different from the ones in Haiwan City.
In Haiwan City, it was just a single street lined with vendors on both sides.
Here, it wasn’t called a "morning market" but simply "the market," with dedicated sections for vegetables, fruits, seafood, and meat.
There were breakfast stalls, clothing sellers—plenty of variety.
Compared to the cold concrete and endless traffic outside, this place was brimming with life.
Long Aotian took the three girls to grab a quick breakfast before they wandered around, giving Li Qingxue a taste of the bustling market atmosphere.
"Slow down—it’s crowded here!" Long Aotian called after them.
"It’s fine, Long Aotian, we won’t get lost," Hu Yuying reassured him.
Being here seemed to remind her of the times she and Long Aotian had set up stalls together, and her mood brightened even more.
Emotions were contagious in such a lively setting. Hand in hand, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning strolled around, fascinated by everything they saw.
Long Aotian sighed inwardly, feeling like a parent afraid his kids would get swept away in the crowd.
Especially when, just a moment ago, he’d looked up and the three of them had already disappeared.
Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning spotted so many interesting things—even Lin Wanning, who was usually more reserved, felt tempted to buy something.
But after Hu Yuying whispered a few words of caution, they both reluctantly held back.
Still, they asked around and learned that the market was open daily, with even bigger gatherings on Mondays and Sundays.
They made plans to come back then for some proper shopping.
After a full loop, Li Qingxue’s curiosity was satisfied.
It wasn’t just the market that made it fun—it was the company.
Capital City was an ancient yet vibrant place.
Haidian District, in particular, was the cultural and educational heart of the city, home to countless museums, libraries, and the famous Summer Palace.
After leaving the market, the four took the subway there.
Seeing it in person was far better than hearing about it.
Built around Kunming Lake and Longevity Hill, the Summer Palace was a grand landscape garden designed with techniques borrowed from southern Chinese gardens.
The intricate architecture, the vast lake, and the rich history—none of this could be found in Haiwan City.
The quiet corridors seemed to whisper tales of the past, each brick and tile a testament to time’s passage. Walking through them felt like stepping into another era.
The Summer Palace was enormous. Hu Yuying, who had twisted her ankle the night before, was starting to feel the strain from all the walking. She sat down on a bench in the corridor to rest.
The scenery here was breathtaking—every angle was a carefully crafted masterpiece.
"Tired?" Long Aotian asked softly as he noticed her sitting. "Is your foot hurting again?"
Hu Yuying shook her head. "No, just resting for a bit."
The moment she finished speaking, she felt a light tap on her head. "Long Aotian~" She pouted, looking up at him with watery eyes.
Seeing her pitiful expression, Long Aotian chuckled. "You know you’re terrible at lying, right?"
"Am I?"
"Yeah. Your ears turn red whenever you do." He couldn’t resist calling her out.
Hu Yuying smiled but didn’t respond.
It wasn’t because she was lying that her ears turned red.
It was because Long Aotian was standing so close, caring about her, that made her blush.
"Long Aotian, let’s go on a boat ride!" Li Qingxue’s eyes sparkled as she watched the boats gliding across the lake.
Then she noticed Hu Yuying sitting down and immediately grew concerned. "Yuying, does your foot hurt?"
She turned to Long Aotian. "You probably didn’t even know—she twisted her ankle last night."
This was Hu Yuying’s first time in Capital City, her first real trip. She didn’t want to ruin the fun because of herself. She looked at Long Aotian pleadingly. "It’s nothing, I’m just a little tired."
Understanding her silent request, Long Aotian didn’t press further. He knew Hu Yuying well—she hated being a burden.
"You guys go ahead. I’ll stay and rest."
But leaving her alone was out of the question. Even though Hu Yuying was eighteen, an adult by all means, Long Aotian couldn’t bring himself to let her out of his sight.
Back in Haiwan City, he wouldn’t even let her walk home alone at night—he always made sure to escort her to her doorstep. Letting her stay behind in an unfamiliar city was unthinkable.
Seeing their hesitation, Lin Wanning spoke up gently. "I’ve been walking for a while too. I’ll stay with Hu Yuying."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

【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.)

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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.”