Five years later.
In the conference room of Xinchuang Investment Co., Ltd.
She stood at the forefront, her elegant and composed demeanor paired with delicate features making her the center of attention.
Exquisitely beautiful, confident, poised, and transcendent—she was the object of admiration and reverence for all.
A venture capital queen who drew people in yet kept them at a safe distance with her cool, unapproachable aura.
But today, for the first time in front of everyone, she smiled upon receiving a phone call.
Not a cold smirk, but a pure, sincere smile, like that of a young girl.
Her smile was breathtaking, as if all the beauty in the world had gathered around her in that moment.
The meeting was abruptly interrupted, and all eyes instinctively turned to her.
Her usual aloofness seemed to melt away under an invisible warmth, replaced by a playful, almost shy girlish charm.
She left, her steps light and hurried, even a little nervous...
......
At the concert venue of the rising generation's top star.
Under the stage lights, bathed in hues reminiscent of a sunset, her graceful figure stood out, long hair cascading lazily down her back. The smooth, jade-like skin of her back peeked through the strands, alluring yet elusive.
Her lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, effortless yet captivating—every movement carried an extraordinary charm that etched itself into the memories of those who saw her, unforgettable.
She seemed endlessly happy, her fans rarely ever seeing her in low spirits.
Through her songs, she conveyed emotions, stripping away the noise and restlessness of the soul, guiding it to a place of serenity where it could heal and find peace.
What truly moved people wasn’t just the lyrics, but the stories behind them, the life woven into every word.
Suddenly, the singing stopped, replaced by the ringing of a phone.
The entire venue, filled with fans waving red glow sticks, transformed into a mesmerizing sea of crimson.
Hearing the ringtone, she removed her in-ear monitors and answered the call right there, in front of thousands.
No one could hear the conversation.
But they saw it—the fleeting look of grievance on her ethereal face, followed by an irrepressible joy.
"The concert ends here. I have to go home and cook. Don’t forget to refund the tickets..."
A concert, one still in progress, came to an abrupt, almost careless end.
Just to go home and cook?
Wasn’t this a bit too reckless?
......
At an internationally renowned internet company.
Their boss was never late.
But today, it was almost noon, and she still hadn’t shown up.
Employees who relied on glimpsing her divine beauty for motivation spent the day listless and uninspired.
Two luxury cars drove one after another down the newly widened avenue.
Over the years, they had renovated the area—the old narrow alleyways were now broad roads.
The small gate had been replaced with an automated mechanical entrance.
The cars rolled in.
Two lush fruit trees cast a canopy of shade beneath the sun.
Under the trees stood their elder sister.
Today, she wore a simple yet elegant qipao, its slit revealing glimpses of her long, fair, and perfectly proportioned legs.
Her hair cascaded like a waterfall, resting lightly on her slender shoulders—a blend of innocence and allure that defied description...
A breeze stirred, making the qipao’s hem sway, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Seeing the newcomers in the courtyard, the corners of her eyes lifted with a natural charm, radiating an indescribable, breathtaking beauty...
"Sister, is what you said on the phone true?"
The two women gazed at her eagerly.
Though they had each reached the pinnacle of their respective fields, in her presence, they still carried a hint of youthful impetuosity.
Seeing the hope in their eyes, she gave a slight nod.
Her hands clenched tightly, her heart pounding uncontrollably—far from as calm as she appeared...
"Wonderful, just wonderful! Eight years, a full eight years! I knew it, I just knew it—my man isn’t someone so easily broken..."
"I only received a possible lead. It’s not confirmed."
"That’s enough. That’s more than enough. We’ve searched for so long—what we feared wasn’t the search itself, but the absence of any leads. Now that we have one, it’s enough, it’s enough..."
They had never given up. Four years ago, when they started their ventures...
At a time when they desperately needed funding...
An elderly man who called himself Manager Qian arrived with a million-dollar investment, laying a solid foundation for the company.
When unfair treatment and contractual traps threatened to crush them, the company tore up the contracts the next day and set them free.
From that moment, they knew—it was him, helping them once again.
Just like when they first met, he had protected them...
He had always been there, silently watching over them.
And now, they were going to find him...
On the road, the three held each other’s hands tightly. No one could say who was the first to tear up.
They switched to a rental car midway.
As the navigation’s prompts grew closer, their hearts raced inexplicably.
A certainty surged within them: "He’s here. He must be here, he must..."
In an unfamiliar city, an unfamiliar environment, their hearts recognized him before their eyes did.
When the tears finally fell, she couldn’t remember the last time she had cried—but this time, there was none of the helplessness from before...
The navigation’s voice cut off here.
They had arrived at a small coastal town.
The salty air clung to their skin, and their presence drew countless curious glances.
The locals, weathered by years under the sun, bore tanned, rough complexions.
Their fair, delicate skin and stunning beauty stood out like a mesmerizing dream in this place.
They asked around town, they searched—yet found nothing. But they refused to give up.
Their hearts told them he was here. He had to be!
If not this town, then the next. They would keep going until they found him.
They had never stopped searching.
After a brief rest, the three exchanged smiles—it had been so long since they’d felt this way.
Village after village, they inquired, they looked.
Disappointment after disappointment, but they pressed on, arriving at the most remote settlement yet.
Here, life revolved entirely around fishing, isolated from the outside world.
Once more, they asked with hopeful hearts.
Once more, the answer was no.
Then, suddenly, a thought struck her: "Is there someone here called Xiao Tian?"
......
They broke into a run, not caring about appearances, even kicking off their shoes to move faster.
In the distance, a figure sat on a reclining chair, a wide-brimmed hat shading his face as he fished off a platform.
It was him—the face that had haunted their dreams, the presence that had lingered in their thoughts countless times.
Tears blurred their vision.
All three cried out at once: "Long Aotian!"
Hearing that name, Long Aotian stiffened for a moment before turning to look...
His nose suddenly stung with emotion. In that instant, their faces seemed to revert to their eighteen-year-old selves—that age of unparalleled beauty, the very dawn of his own brightest days...
...
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.
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?!
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!
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?!
