“It shouldn’t be like this, how could this happen?”
Ye Liangchen jumped off the train platform and jogged forward.
“It was clearly here in the dream, there’s no way I could be wrong!”
Ye Liangchen was starting to panic. Had something gone wrong?
In the dream, this was where fate began.
There was no mistaking that.
“Bastard!” In an instant, Ye Liangchen understood the possibility.
It must be that scoundrel Long Aotian who had taken Hu Yuying away to a hotel.
That beast was truly capable of such a thing. To get his hands on his treasure girl, his white moonlight, and his childhood sweetheart, he would stop at nothing!
If he hadn’t shown up in time in the dream, Long Aotian would have succeeded!
At this thought, the hatred in Ye Liangchen’s heart surged uncontrollably.
Without a second thought, he ran past the iron gate of the train tracks and slowly came to a stop. His racing heart and trembling hands finally found a moment of relief.
His gaze fixed on the figure not far away, gradually softening.
Taking a deep breath, Ye Liangchen jogged to catch up.
“Who can a wounded heart love? No one understands the pain.”
Hearing the voice, Hu Yuying turned her head in confusion.
Then she saw Ye Liangchen, panting heavily, standing beside her.
Instinctively, she took a step back, her fingers clutching her backpack turning white from tension.
Ye Liangchen tried desperately to steady his breathing, forcing a strained smile onto his face. “Are… are you okay?”
Hu Yuying paused, then looked even more puzzled. “I’m fine.”
Ye Liangchen chuckled, took a deep breath, lowered his head, and then quickly looked up, his eyes deeply fixed on Hu Yuying.
“Look into my eyes.”
“Do you feel it? That soul-deep connection, like a moment that lasts an eternity?”
Hu Yuying shook her head. “No. I’m going home. Don’t follow me.”
Hearing this, Ye Liangchen was stunned. “How is that possible? Look again, carefully.”
He lowered his head once more, then slowly raised it, his gaze burning with intensity. “What about now? Do you feel your heart stirring?”
Hu Yuying didn’t want to waste any more words on this clearly unstable person. She stepped around Ye Liangchen and prepared to leave.
“This can’t be right.” Ye Liangchen stared blankly at Hu Yuying’s retreating figure, wondering where he had gone wrong.
He quickly caught up to her. “Wait, wait!”
He turned his head slightly, showing only his sharp jawline, then suddenly turned back, his eyes filled with sincerity and a hint of pain.
Ye Liangchen remembered now—in the dream, when he had met his treasure girl, they were both in a state of sorrow. He had been too excited earlier and hadn’t shown that sadness.
This time, it would surely work!
“What do you see in my eyes?” Ye Liangchen asked, his voice heavy with emotion.
“You’ve got eye gunk.” Hu Yuying replied with disgust. “Stop following me. My big brother is really tough!”
“Eye gunk?” Ye Liangchen hastily wiped his eyes and then looked back at Hu Yuying, his expression still sincere and sorrowful. “What about now? Do you feel anything when you look into my eyes?”
Even the most patient Hu Yuying had reached her limit. “I’m warning you, my big brother is really strong. He’ll beat you up.”
She jogged away, thinking to herself that Long Aotian had been right: “Stay far away from people who aren’t right in the head.”
Ye Liangchen watched Hu Yuying’s retreating figure, his expression shifting from disbelief to one of sheer fury.
Yes, fury.
Because he had just heard his treasure girl threaten him, saying her big brother would come and beat him up.
This was unbelievable.
His treasure girl, who had once been too afraid to even step on an ant, had now learned to call on others to fight her battles!
These bad habits, if he wasn’t mistaken, were undoubtedly learned from Long Aotian!
“Long Aotian, you’ve really outdone yourself this time. Not only are you rotten to the core, but now you’re dragging my treasure girl down with you.”
With the soul of a 28-year-old, Ye Liangchen knew exactly what Long Aotian’s despicable intentions were.
He must have realized that he couldn’t get into a good university, so he was trying to corrupt his treasure girl and drag her into the mud with him.
Only then could Long Aotian completely possess what should have been Ye Liangchen’s treasure girl.
At this thought, Ye Liangchen regretted everything.
He truly regretted it.
If only he hadn’t pretended to know Hu Yuying, hadn’t tried to protect her or care for her.
Then he wouldn’t have triggered Long Aotian’s sense of crisis so early.
That beast wouldn’t have made his move on his treasure girl so soon.
It was all his fault. If he hadn’t taken it upon himself to appear in front of his treasure girl, Long Aotian’s twisted possessiveness wouldn’t have…
At this thought, a glint of determination flashed in Ye Liangchen’s eyes.
He ran after Hu Yuying.
He couldn’t let his treasure girl be led astray by Long Aotian.
He had to save her, just like in the dream, to pull her out of the abyss and set her on the right path.
Only he could be the light in her darkness.
With the natural advantage of a man’s stamina, Ye Liangchen quickly caught up to Hu Yuying.
He spread his arms wide, blocking her path, and looked at her solemnly. “Listen to me!”
But when he saw the look of wariness and disgust in Hu Yuying’s eyes, Ye Liangchen’s heart ached. He clutched his chest tightly—it hurt!
It felt like a knife had sliced through his heart, the pain almost unbearable.
How could his treasure girl look at him like that?
Honestly, Ye Liangchen couldn’t accept it.
But he took a deep breath and continued, “Hu Yuying, listen to me. I’m your destined one. I exist to save you.”
Seeing Hu Yuying’s furrowed brow, Ye Liangchen hurriedly added, “I know this must be hard for you to accept.”
“But it’s the truth.”
A bitter smile appeared on Ye Liangchen’s lips. “At first, I just wanted to get close to you as an ordinary person, to save you quietly.”
“But all I got in return was distance and misunderstanding.”
“Now, I can’t keep pretending. I’m laying it all out. I’m your life’s salvation.”
Hu Yuying frowned deeply. In all her life, she had never felt such an uncontrollable dislike for someone.
“First of all, I’m fine. Second, I don’t need your salvation. If you keep following me and harassing me, I’ll tell my Long Aotian. I’m his little follower, and he’ll protect me.”
Even if Hu Yuying wanted to point at Ye Liangchen’s nose and curse him, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. This was the harshest thing she could say…
【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.)
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.”
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?!
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?!
