"Damn, damn, damn, Aotian, something's off with you, damn..."
The first person to notice Long Aotian's unusual state was Xu Shuai.
His repeated exclamations of "damn" made it clear he'd stumbled upon something shocking.
His dramatic reaction drew Huang Fei and Li Longlong's attention to Long Aotian, who had just returned to the dorm.
At first glance, however, they couldn't spot anything different about him.
Long Aotian chuckled at Xu Shuai. "What's off about me?"
His question made Huang Fei and Li Longlong turn to Xu Shuai, waiting for an explanation.
"You're drained!"
The dorm fell silent at those words.
Seeing Long Aotian's momentary stunned expression, Xu Shuai knew he'd hit the mark.
"What's going on?" Huang Fei asked, playfully punching Long Aotian's shoulder.
His muscles felt just as firm as ever—if not more so.
"No, it's different. Really different," Xu Shuai insisted.
"Then spit it out already! What's different?" Li Longlong couldn't stand the suspense.
Xu Shuai sniffed the air before speaking. "First, his scent changed. Can't you guys smell it?"
Huang Fei and Li Longlong took a whiff and immediately noticed it too—Long Aotian now carried a faint, pleasant fragrance.
It wasn't heavy like cologne but more refreshing, like shampoo mixed with an indescribable freshness.
Seeing their realization, Xu Shuai smirked and continued. "Second, haven’t you noticed he seems a little worn out today?"
"Like he’s lost a lot of energy. Think about how he usually is."
Xu Shuai spoke with confidence—after all, he’d been in the same state not long ago, after getting together with Wang Lijuan.
There was a clear difference between a man who’d been with a woman and one who hadn’t.
Normally, no matter how late Long Aotian returned, he was always full of energy, sharp in his movements.
But today, his eyes held a lingering satisfaction, his face bore subtle exhaustion, and even his steps seemed less brisk.
All signs pointed to one thing—Long Aotian had definitely been up late, and only prolonged intimate contact could leave such a lingering scent.
Late nights, long hours of closeness—Xu Shuai would bet his life something had happened.
"Hey, now that you mention it, he’s got dark circles too!" Li Longlong exclaimed, as if uncovering something hilarious.
But his laughter died abruptly when the implications sank in.
Faint fragrance, dark circles, exhaustion...
What exactly was he laughing about?
For a moment, Li Longlong felt incredibly foolish.
Long Aotian didn’t deny it.
He had been putting in work these past two days. After the first inexperienced attempt, none of their sessions had lasted less than an hour.
At first, it was within his physical limits.
But then Hu Yuying teased, "Careful, Long-ge, or you’ll be too weak to walk when you’re old."
Given Long Aotian’s mature mindset, those words ignited his competitive spirit.
He had to prove himself—and though he’d thoroughly conquered the little girl in the end, it had cost him a significant amount of energy.
The truth was, no matter how strong a man was, his legs would still feel like jelly after such intense exertion.
"Yeah, I’ve got someone to take care of for the rest of my life now," Long Aotian admitted plainly.
Why hide it?
Was the little girl something to be ashamed of?
Of course not. So why not declare it openly?
"Take care of for the rest of my life"—those words carried immense weight.
Yet coming from Long Aotian, they sounded utterly convincing.
Not because of anything else, but simply because Long Aotian was a man of his word.
Huang Fei and the others immediately grew curious about the "little girl" Long Aotian spoke of.
They’d speculated before, but Long Aotian had always just called her "little girl."
"Show us a photo! Let’s meet our future sister-in-law."
"You really wanna know?" Long Aotian teased.
"Of course! We need to know who could make our Aotian say he’ll take care of her forever."
"Call me ‘Daddy’ first."
"Damn, since when does our dorm play games like this? Aotian, if you’re gonna be like this, you’re not treating us as brothers. Daddy, please, just show us already!"
Seeing their eagerness, Long Aotian relented. "Fine."
He walked to his bed, pulled out his backpack, and retrieved the photos the little girl had developed for him during his visit to A University.
He’d kept them carefully preserved ever since.
He handed them two photos.
One showed their fingers hooked together, their backs turned.
The other captured the moment they glanced back, revealing their faces.
The second Huang Fei saw them, he slapped his thigh. "Damn! I knew it! I guessed it was this girl because the way she looks at Aotian is the softest!"
"If a girl ever looked at me like that, I’d chase her like crazy."
"Careful, don’t crease my photos," Long Aotian warned.
He hadn’t preserved them so meticulously just for these guys to ruin them in excitement.
"Yeah, yeah, look at you, getting all protective over a photo."
But to Long Aotian, this wasn’t just any photo—it was the first one they’d taken together, a memory he treasured deeply.
In most things, Long Aotian was easygoing. But when it came to this, he was downright possessive.
Without letting them look any longer, he took the photos back.
"Alright, you’ve seen enough."
"Enough? You just showed us!"
"Let’s go. We still have class. If we don’t grab seats now, we’ll end up right under the professor’s nose." Long Aotian packed up, refusing to admit his pettiness, and deftly redirected his "sons’" attention.
At the classroom entrance, Shen Mengjie leaned against the railing, chewing gum.
Her gaze slid past Huang Fei and the others, settling on Long Aotian.
She stretched lazily and drawled, "Well, well, look who’s back—the busy man himself..."
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?”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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."
