"What are you up to, Aotian?"
"I noticed you've either been training or glued to your phone these past two days. Since when did you become a shut-in?"
"Let me see... Oh wow, 'Happy Girl Voice' audition sign-ups. Don’t tell me you’re planning to transition and become a star, hahaha..."
Facing their teasing, Long Aotian rubbed his eyes and stretched. "Cut it out."
Huang Fei sat beside him. "Seriously, what’s this about? You can’t sing, and the event seems to be for girls only."
"Doing it for a silly girl," Long Aotian scratched his head. "She loves music and has an amazing voice, but she lacks courage and support."
Xu Shuai chimed in, "These shows are rigged. There’ve been scandals before..."
Long Aotian smiled. "She’ll be fine."
"So sure?" Li Longlong grinned. "Then help my crush sign up too."
"Yeah, I’m sure. But your crush? Not so much."
"What if she gets eliminated early?" Huang Fei and the others teased, noting the unwavering confidence in Long Aotian’s eyes.
"It doesn’t matter. I’ll support her no matter what."
She had given him everything without hesitation—so he’d be her shield.
Why was this girl so foolish? How could anyone be this naive...
Gathering the prepared materials, Long Aotian slipped on his jacket and left the dorm.
Though it was barely past six, the sky was already pitch black. Walking under the streetlights, he tightened his coat around the bundle in his arms.
He could already picture Lin Wanning’s stunned expression when she saw what he’d brought.
The thought made him quicken his pace.
Arriving at the hotel, he headed straight to the second floor.
Checking the room number Lin Wanning had texted him, he turned the doorknob gently—unlocked, just as expected.
Closing the door behind him, he found the room dark, the only light seeping through the curtains faintly outlining a figure under the covers.
Amused, Long Aotian set his things aside and felt his way to the bed.
Shrugging off his jacket, he slid under the blankets.
"Why are you wearing jeans today?"
"Ah—it hurts!"
The voice froze Long Aotian mid-motion.
Wanning’s voice was distinct—this wasn’t hers.
Outside, Lin Wanning, wrapped in a coat, stepped into the hallway and peered down the stairs. "Weird, why isn’t he here yet?"
She adjusted her coat, about to return to her room and text him, when a startled cry came from a nearby room.
Lin Wanning paused. The voice sounded eerily familiar, but in her haste, she couldn’t place it. Still, she was certain it belonged to someone she knew...
"You jerk!"
The voice rang out again, and Lin Wanning’s eyes widened. "Qingxue?"
Staring at the closed door, she clapped a hand over her mouth. Why was Li Qingxue here? Without another thought, she kicked the door open.
The moment she barged in, her unspoken curses died on her lips.
There, with her clothes halfway down her legs and eyes rimmed red, was Li Qingxue—with a panicked Long Aotian behind her.
Lin Wanning immediately covered her eyes, kicked the door shut, and leaned against the wall. "Oh no..."
Seeing Lin Wanning enter, Li Qingxue bit her lip and hid her face. "Get out!"
"R-right." Long Aotian threw a conflicted glance at Lin Wanning, then moved to leave.
"Don’t move!" Li Qingxue hissed through gritted teeth.
Long Aotian froze. "So... should I stay or go?"
"Long Aotian, you’re dead! I’m telling Hu Yuying what you did—it hurts so much, wuwu..."
Terrified, Long Aotian tried to pull away.
"Stop moving, please! Wuwu..."
Sweating nervously, he stammered, "Why are you in this room? This... this isn’t right!"
Lin Wanning suddenly raised a hand. "My bad. When I arrived, the '6' on this room’s sign was loose. I didn’t think much of it, but I should’ve warned you. You went to Room 6, Aotian. Room 9 is at the end."
The words struck Long Aotian like lightning. Of all the improbable mishaps, he’d stumbled into this one. Staring at Li Qingxue, he knew he was doomed.
"I’m telling Yuying! Just you wait, Long Aotian..."
Lin Wanning rushed forward.
Seeing her approach, Li Qingxue sniffled gratefully, then smacked Long Aotian’s thigh a few times in petty revenge. "Wanning, save me..."
But Lin Wanning only winked playfully and covered Li Qingxue’s mouth. "Hurry, Aotian, or she’ll snitch..."
"Are you insane?" Long Aotian blurted, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
Li Qingxue gaped. "This isn’t how I imagined this going..."
......
To Long Aotian, Li Qingxue had always been like a little sister.
From their first meeting—when he’d mistaken her for a flirt—to resolving the misunderstanding, her innocence and purity had always shone through.
When he’d arrived in the capital, she’d nervously waited at the station to greet him and his little sister, endearing herself with her kindness and loyalty.
At a restaurant, after hearing his roommate romanticize love, she’d naively kissed him, curious about the sensation...
After he and his little sister became a couple, Li Qingxue had cheered them on, even scolding him when he misbehaved.
She was like an angel, spreading joy wherever she went.
Yet now, this mistake had happened.
The stark contrast left Long Aotian unsure how to face her.
Part of him wished this were just a bad dream—one that would reset everything when he woke up.
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 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?”
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."
