Leaving was a decision Long Aotian had carefully considered.
The illnesses plaguing his body and mind had gradually eroded the happiness that once belonged to him.
He needed to leave for a while—to sever these afflictions.
This temporary departure was for self-preservation. He didn’t want to die yet. The promise he made to that little girl remained unfulfilled, and there was still happiness of his own he hadn’t had the chance to savor.
When he returned, he would be whole again.
After packing his things, he kissed the little girl’s forehead one last time, reluctant to let go.
He then went to Li Qingxue’s room. Qingxue was a restless sleeper, always clinging to something.
He adjusted the air conditioner to a warmer setting and pulled the blanket over her stomach.
Gently, he brushed the strands of hair scattered across her face from sleep.
"Be happy," he murmured. "Right now, I can’t share in your joy. Every time I see you trying so hard to make me smile, it twists my heart."
"I know you want me to be happy. Even though you seem carefree, your heart is surprisingly delicate. Take care of yourself."
"You’re the one I worry about most… because you’re the most willful."
Silently, he stepped out of the room and sat on the living room sofa.
After a moment, he rose and left.
His departure was soundless.
He walked, pausing now and then, without a destination—just wanting to lose himself in the crowd...
...
That night, heart-wrenching sobs echoed through the courtyard house.
The cries were too painful, too helpless, too agonizing...
No one knew what had happened in that grand, seemingly perfect courtyard that evening.
Several days later, the gate of the courtyard opened.
Two young women stepped out.
The neighbors recognized them, yet there was an inexplicable strangeness about them now.
The gentle-natured girl seemed to have matured overnight. Her aura had completely transformed, carrying an indescribable strength.
The girl who was always smiling—her delicate face no longer held any trace of joy. Her cold eyes held a faint detachment.
At the recording of Happy Girl, a competition stage.
A girl with an icy elegance, her voice uniquely captivating, performed an original song in the finals.
Was it a happy song? Her smile was breathtaking, but as she sang, tears fell—like a discarded doll, evoking an ache in the chest.
The lyrics, laden with emotion, moved the audience and judges alike to tears.
That day, the champion was crowned—a newcomer named Lin Wanning.
She smiled. She looked happy. And yet, not quite.
...
Three years passed.
"Sister, the fruits are ripe." Her smile was radiant, her voice melodious. She had released several albums, rising like a dark horse with her distinct style.
"Sister’s busy. I’ll pick some and wash them for later." Her delicate face was exquisitely cold. Even with the faint smile in her eyes, they remained distant.
The weather was damp today, a cool breeze tousling her soft hair. Her mesmerizing eyes flickered over the fruits on the tree, momentarily lost in thought...
Her lips curved slightly, a mix of charm and wildness in her poise. "Be careful. Want hot pot later? I’ll allow a little drinking today."
Between two fruit trees, a table was set—hot pot ingredients, meats, condiments. Four sets of bowls and chopsticks.
"A toast to our three years. A toast to our graduation."
A glass of chilled beer, then another.
They were no longer the lightweight drinkers he used to tease.
"Now we’ll have more time to search. Where is he hiding? Will he blame us for taking so long to find him?"
"We’ll find him. I’ll beat him senseless when we do. That big jerk. Doesn’t he miss us at all?"
She picked up a fruit gracefully, her fingers slender and pale. A soft smile played on her lips, her eyes warm for once—a rare tranquility, as if the world slowed just for her.
Her eyes, over these three years, had grown deeper. Unrecognizably so.
Three years ago, they had tasted despair. Since then, each of them had changed drastically.
They never imagined that the person who had always been by their side was drowning in such pain and hopelessness.
And they hadn’t noticed a thing.
The doctor’s words still haunted them.
His condition was severe. His emotions were fading, his spirit withering.
He had clung to life by sheer will—because there were people he couldn’t bear to leave. He fought desperately to stay alive.
He told me he was exhausted. So very tired.
His will had shattered, and it was hard to piece it back together...
But the three of them refused to believe he would truly abandon them.
They would always trust him. So they never stopped searching. They would find him.
And he would come back.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. In that instant, all three froze.
They rushed to the gate in uncharacteristic disarray.
The door swung open.
With a flick of his bangs, he presented three bouquets.
Three years. It had been three years since they last saw Long Aotian.
Ye Liangchen knew his chance had come.
He had matured over these years, growing more confident in himself.
Facing the three women—now even more alluring and beautiful—Ye Liangchen admitted his long-dormant heart stirred.
"Yuying, Qingxue, Wanning... I’m here."
The response was the door slamming shut, followed by a cold voice from the intercom:
"Your parents sold their house for you. If you have money for flowers, spend it on them instead."
"If we catch you on camera again, we’re calling the police."
Li Qingxue’s tone left no room for argument.
Ye Liangchen clenched his fists.
It all started three years ago—with that 100,000 yuan.
He had dreamed of starting a business.
If Hu Yuying and the others could build something in college, why couldn’t he?
With his rebirth advantage, success should’ve been effortless.
Hu Yuying’s achievements were thanks to his inspiration, he told himself. So he pushed forward—only to fail at every turn. In the end, his family home was sold.
Now, desperate, he came as their "savior," hoping to squeeze some money from them. Otherwise, he couldn’t face his family.
"Fine. You want to humiliate me? Don’t blame me for sabotaging your ventures. Remember—I used to know you well."
A vengeful glint flashed in his eyes. If he could take down Long Aotian, he could take them down too.
"Just you wait!"
......
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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
