Li Qingxue woke up to find herself alone in the room.
Hu Yuying must have gone home to see Long Aotian, but where was Lin Wanning?
After eating the breakfast left on the table, Li Qingxue called Lin Wanning.
When the call connected, Lin Wanning simply said she had some business at school, which was already taken care of, and she’d be back soon.
After packing up, Li Qingxue checked out of the room.
About ten minutes later, she spotted Lin Wanning walking toward her.
Tall, fair-skinned, and standing out effortlessly in the crowd—she was unmistakable.
"Wanning, I couldn’t find you guys when I woke up. I almost thought you’d been kidnapped," Li Qingxue joked, handing her a drink.
But the moment the words left her mouth, she froze.
Lin Wanning’s eyes were red, as if she’d been crying. The playful mood vanished instantly, and Li Qingxue grabbed her hand. "What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?"
Lin Wanning shook her head. "No one hurt me."
"Liar. If no one hurt you, why are you crying? Your eyes are all red."
"Really, no one hurt me," she insisted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I’m happy—genuinely happy. I’m just... overwhelmed."
She never expected Hu Yuying to forgive her, let alone accept her.
In her own eyes, what she’d done didn’t deserve sympathy.
But Hu Yuying had told her to call her "sister."
Her biological family might as well be dead to her, yet someone she’d known for only a few months treated her like family.
The thought made her heart swell.
Li Qingxue didn’t understand what had happened, but she softened her voice, comforting her.
Lin Wanning was one of the strongest girls she knew—second only to Hu Yuying—yet here she was, crying like a child.
Sniffling, Lin Wanning took the drink from Li Qingxue and gulped down a few mouthfuls before sniffling again.
The whole display left Li Qingxue torn between laughter and concern.
At the very least, it didn’t seem like she’d been bullied.
"Alright, stop crying. You’ll ruin your pretty face," Li Qingxue teased gently.
"I know, but I can’t help it." Lin Wanning wiped her tears, forcing herself to calm down, though an occasional sob still escaped.
Li Qingxue stayed by her side, waiting patiently until the storm of emotions passed, then pulled her into a light hug.
"I’m fine now. Thank you," Lin Wanning said, taking a deep breath. Her mood had visibly brightened.
"You really scared me just now."
Breaking down like that out of nowhere had left Li Qingxue at a loss.
"Can I ask what happened?"
Seeing the curiosity on Li Qingxue’s face, Lin Wanning giggled and sniffled again. "Nope. Not telling."
"Lin Wanning! I was worried sick, and now you’re keeping secrets? Some best friend you are!" Li Qingxue huffed, though she was relieved to see her in better spirits.
Still, the matter of Lin Wanning and Long Aotian weighed on her.
What was she supposed to do about that?
Ugh.
Knowing too much was such a headache.
Maybe she should just confront Long Aotian directly.
She could stomp on his face, make him grovel—teach him a lesson for Hu Yuying’s sake.
If she was stuck in this mess anyway, why not dive in headfirst?
The thought of experiencing the same pleasure Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning had described sent a thrill through her.
Lin Wanning, now composed, noticed Li Qingxue spacing out and poked her forehead. "What’s on your mind?"
"Nothing!" Li Qingxue grinned mischievously. Silly Wanning still had no idea her secret had been discovered. How clueless.
Lin Wanning narrowed her eyes at that smile. Whenever Li Qingxue looked this scheming, trouble was brewing.
"You’re grinning like a villain. Spill it—what evil plan are you cooking up?"
Li Qingxue played coy. "You’ll find out soon enough."
Once she’d subdued Long Aotian and sampled his... charms, she’d make sure he behaved. No more reckless antics!
Ding!
A notification chimed on her phone.
Li Qingxue glanced at the screen, and her smile vanished.
"What’s wrong?" Lin Wanning asked, noticing the sudden shift in her mood.
Li Qingxue showed her the phone. "It’s Ye Liangchen."
The message was a friend request:
"Qingxue, you know I’m a knight sworn to protect his princess. No one else in this world cares for you like I do. Don’t grieve over someone unworthy!"
"One thing I’ve never understood," Lin Wanning mused, "is why Ye Liangchen keeps bothering us."
"He acts like we’re already Long Aotian’s, yet he still tries to get close. Does he have some kind of fetish?"
They’d rejected him outright multiple times, yet his delusional self-importance persisted. What kind of twisted logic was that?
"Don’t ask me. He wasn’t like this before, but now... I don’t even know what to say."
Especially after learning he’d orchestrated those fake photos with Shen Mengjie—her disdain for him had only deepened.
She wanted to ignore him, but Ye Liangchen kept spamming her.
He reminisced about their past, their nine years of friendship.
As if he had any right.
He was the one who insisted on staying friends, the one who eroded those nine years bit by bit.
He claimed he wanted to "save" her—not just her, but Hu Yuying and Lin Wanning too.
When they refused his "salvation," he turned to insults.
Now he’d stooped to fabricating evidence just to get close. Did he really think she couldn’t see through his act?
All he wanted was to get into her pants.
Back then, she’d focused solely on studies, believing each stage of life demanded responsibility. Romance was a distant concept.
But once she truly fell for someone, that vague notion became real—a happiness that wasn’t forced.
It wasn’t about empty words. It was about actions.
Everything Long Aotian did came naturally, driven by a sincere desire for their well-being.
That was why she could feel it so deeply, why she’d fallen so hard.
Ye Liangchen, on the other hand, did nothing but talk.
How could he possibly think she’d ever choose him?
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.)
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
