The key turned in the lock, opening the gate.
Stepping into the courtyard, everything was eerily quiet.
In the past, Hu Yuying and her brother would have been up by now, wouldn’t they?
Her gaze lingered on the door of the house. Pressing her lips together, she stepped forward and knocked lightly.
Then, as if awaiting judgment, she stood silently before the door.
But as time ticked by, Lin Wanning’s initial composure gradually gave way to nervousness.
The door blocked her view of what lay inside, and the silence was overwhelming.
Yet she had wronged Hu Yuying. No matter how anxious she felt, she could only wait.
Inside the room.
The moment the courtyard gate opened, the two of them heard it.
Then came the knock on the door.
Hu Yuying heard it but didn’t react.
Long Aotian only held her hand tighter, unwilling to let go.
A long time passed.
Finally, Hu Yuying moved.
The motion made Long Aotian’s heart clench.
The next second, he watched as the little girl undid the buttons of her coat.
She shed the outer layer, then moved to her inner clothing without pause...
Soon, Hu Yuying stood bare before him.
"Take me."
"Huh?" Long Aotian thought he’d misheard—how could Ah Ying want this now?
Suddenly, her cool palms cupped his face, and soft lips pressed against his...
"Take me."
Her whisper sent a shiver down his spine.
Long Aotian wrapped his arms gently around her.
He cherished her—so, so much. Like a treasure lost and found, his every touch was tender.
The shimmer in her clear, beautiful eyes made his heart ache.
"Don’t cry..." His fingers brushed carefully at the corners of her eyes, his voice low with guilt.
Hu Yuying clung to him as he hovered above her. "Take me."
......
Outside, the sounds from the room reached Lin Wanning.
Her heartbeat raced uncontrollably.
The unmistakable, intimate noises filled her ears.
She knew this was Hu Yuying’s way of punishing her.
But she had wronged her first.
She deserved all of this.
The sounds grew louder. Lin Wanning leaned against the wall, closing her eyes as her breathing turned ragged.
Yet Hu Yuying seemed determined not to let her off—her moans grew fiercer, more urgent, impossible to ignore...
Lin Wanning slid down the wall, a wave of defeat washing over her.
Listening to the intermittent sounds, she sniffled and stared up at the sky.
......
Hu Yuying finally loosened her grip. "Stop."
At her words, Long Aotian clenched his fists, trembling as he fought to rein in his desire.
Looking down, he saw tears streaking her face. His breath heavy, he rasped, "I’m sorry," over and over.
Hu Yuying weakly thumped his chest. "You’re such a jerk, Long-ge. You know how much I love you, and you take advantage of it."
"We’ve known each other the longest. You like me too, don’t you? I was your first..."
"Haven’t I given myself to you whenever you wanted?"
"Or have you already grown tired of me?"
Long Aotian’s heart twisted at her tears. "No, no. I love you—more than just a little. I’m not tired of you. I love being close to you."
"You were my first. No one could ever replace you."
Hu Yuying studied him, fresh tears spilling.
Long Aotian panicked, unsure what to do.
He meant to pull away—
But her legs wrapped around his waist. "Long-ge, I really, really love you."
"What’s done is done. I don’t care about right or wrong anymore."
"You said you wanted to give me a home. Then in this home, you’ll listen to me. No more reckless behavior unless I allow it."
"I’ll obey you. From now on, you come first."
With his promise, she thumped his chest again—then kissed him fiercely.
This time, there was no gentleness. Every move was possessive, demanding.
How could she accept it? She couldn’t bear to let go, yet Lin Wanning had taken what was hers.
Two hours slipped by.
The door opened.
Hu Yuying stepped out and looked at Lin Wanning, still curled against the wall. Her voice was calm. "Come in."
Lin Wanning didn’t dare meet her eyes. She nodded faintly and tried to stand—
But her legs, numb from crouching too long, gave out. She nearly collapsed.
Hu Yuying clicked her tongue in frustration but caught her anyway.
Long-ge had taken all the blame, but after knowing him for so long, she knew the truth better than anyone...
"Thank you," Lin Wanning murmured.
Inside, Hu Yuying guided her to a chair, then turned to Long Aotian. "Long-ge, leave."
He glanced at Lin Wanning.
She shook her head slightly, signaling for him to go.
Once the door closed, Hu Yuying faced Lin Wanning again. "Explain."
"I’m sorry. It’s all my fault."
"Don’t apologize to me. What you did is unforgivable."
"Do you love Long-ge? Since when?"
Lin Wanning twisted her hands nervously. "A long time ago. I’m sorry, Ah Ying... I love him so much. I’m a terrible homewrecker. I was too greedy..."
"I wanted him, and I wanted our friendship too..."
"Ah Ying, it’s all on me. Hate me, curse me—it’s fine. Long-ge was coerced. I blackmailed him with a video. He never stopped worrying about you..."
Hu Yuying watched her silently. Under that gaze, Lin Wanning kept her head bowed.
Just last night, they’d bathed together, shared a room, laughed and talked. Now, everything had changed.
After a long pause, Hu Yuying spoke softly. "As a friend, you call me Ah Ying. I won’t fault you for that. But in this home, what should you call me?"
Lin Wanning looked up, her eyes red and swollen.
"...Sister."
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?"
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.”
【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.)
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
