Taking the three girls out for a shopping trip.
Seeing Hu Yuying walking too fast, Long Aotian called out, "Slow down a bit."
When she crossed the street, he quickly stepped forward to hold her hand.
Noticing her taking a deep breath, he immediately suggested they take a break.
At this point, every little movement from Hu Yuying seemed like a silent signal in Long Aotian's eyes.
After witnessing all these actions, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning couldn't help but roll their eyes at him.
Leaning close to Hu Yuying’s ear, Li Qingxue whispered, "Your man is acting like a mother hen."
"Exactly," Lin Wanning chimed in. "Who knew Long Aotian could be so fussy?"
But in response to their teasing, Hu Yuying just smiled softly and said, "I like it when Long Aotian takes care of me."
As she spoke, she stole a glance at the man who was finally hers, her eyes shyly lowering.
Having someone who cared enough to look after her made Hu Yuying genuinely happy. The fact that Long Aotian wanted to fuss over her only proved one thing—he truly valued her.
Because he cared, he never grew tired of watching over her.
How could she not adore him? She loved him so much.
The other two girls shot Hu Yuying a look of mock disdain.
Not long ago, the three of them had been united against him, but now, after just one night, one of them had already switched sides.
"Don’t look at me like that," Hu Yuying protested, feeling a bit guilty. "I belong to Long Aotian now, so of course I like it when he takes charge. We should all get along..."
Seeing her flustered reaction, Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning chuckled. "We’re just teasing you. It’s obvious—after being devoured six times by Long Aotian, your heart and eyes are completely his now."
At those words, Hu Yuying’s face flushed bright red. "Don’t say that out loud~"
The three girls laughed and playfully bickered, completely unaware of Long Aotian trailing behind them, his ears burning red.
Watching the girls’ playful backs, he sighed helplessly. "Why did she tell them everything? And she even got the number wrong—it was eight times..."
Perhaps it was the pent-up energy from his past life, combined with his rejuvenated body in this world, but he always felt like he had endless stamina.
Last night, when he saw the little girl nearly falling asleep from exhaustion, he had planned to stop.
But once he’d had a taste, he couldn’t resist—so while she dozed off, he sneaked in two more rounds...
No wonder she was so sore that it pained him. No wonder he couldn’t take his eyes off her now.
Still, knowing her personality, she wouldn’t have volunteered the information. Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning must have pried it out of her while he wasn’t around.
She really was too naive, spilling everything. Tonight, he’d have to have a serious talk with her.
And so, the three girls walked ahead while Long Aotian followed, unsure of their destination.
From a previous video call with Hu Yuying, he’d learned that Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning wanted to thank him by giving him a gift.
Honestly, he didn’t care much about such things.
Only when they arrived at the mall’s men’s section did Long Aotian realize—they wanted to buy him clothes.
"That store’s outfits look nice. Let’s check it out?" Li Qingxue pointed to one of the shops with a smile.
"Sure, let’s browse around." Girls loved shopping, after all. Where they started didn’t matter—they’d probably end up covering the entire mall today.
Long Aotian shook his head. "Why buy clothes? I have plenty already."
There it was—exactly as Hu Yuying had predicted, word for word.
Amused, Hu Yuying glanced at Li Qingxue and Lin Wanning as if to say, "See? Told you."
At that moment, the other two girls nodded in admiration.
They knew Long Aotian well, but Hu Yuying understood her man even better.
"Come on, just take a look," Lin Wanning urged. "You’ve done so much for us. We really want to do something for you in return."
"No need. I have way too many clothes." Long Aotian didn’t even glance at the store. "Save your money for something useful."
Lin Wanning shrugged and turned to Li Qingxue for backup.
Li Qingxue stepped forward, pinching the fabric of Long Aotian’s jacket. "Look at you. Hu Yuying gave you this one coat, and you insist on wearing it until it falls apart?"
"You bought us thirty outfits—enough for a whole month without repeats. Yet here you are, wearing the same jacket from the start of the month till now. Standing next to you, we’re almost embarrassed."
"Besides, look how gorgeous Hu Yuying is. If you don’t dress sharper, you won’t deserve her. So, for her sake, you need at least one or two stylish pieces."
Men and women really were different.
A man could proudly wear the same shirt for three years, while a woman agonized over her outfit every morning.
Long Aotian had even kept a pair of worn-out boxers until Hu Yuying discovered them and threw them away—he’d thought they still had some life left...
Even Hu Yuying chimed in softly, "Long Aotian, just come take a look..."
"Ugh, fine! I said no, but you never listen..."
The sales assistant smiled. "This is last season’s new collection."
Dressed in a vintage leather jacket and straight-leg jeans, Long Aotian’s toned physique perfectly complemented the rugged, rebellious style, exuding a mature, masculine charm.
The straight-cut jeans especially highlighted his well-proportioned frame—both sturdy and subtly sensual.
One glance was all it took for the three girls to decide—this outfit was his.
Leaving the store, Long Aotian secretly loved the look—it made him feel undeniably handsome.
But he kept frowning, feigning annoyance. "I told you not to buy anything. Seriously, what am I going to do with you..."
The girls covered their smiles, knowing full well he was pleased—he was just too stubborn to admit it.
He says he doesn’t know what to do with us, but he’s probably thrilled inside. What a tsundere.
Rolling their eyes, they teased, "Yes, yes, we’re just being pushy. Uncle Long Aotian, spare us the lecture..."
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
