Daisy was a princess, yet she had scarcely known what true love felt like.
Her father didn’t love her, nor did her brother. The only one who had treated her kindly, her mother, had long since passed away from depression brought on by her father’s domestic abuse.
Royal family bonds were fragile, and her sisters—born of different mothers—were distant from her. Now, they had all married far away, and she would never see them again.
Daisy felt her life was nothing but an utter tragedy.
And yet, fate had bestowed upon her both this identity and astonishing beauty.
Her status as a princess made it impossible for her to abandon her country and its people to flee alone.
As for her breathtaking beauty, it was no advantage—it was a curse.
Facing Daisy’s attempt at comfort, Zhou Yi smiled faintly and said, "You’re right. She’ll always live in my heart."
Then, he quickly instructed his system:
"System, hurry up and generate a few photos of me and my fake sister. Make them look like warm, everyday snapshots and send them to my phone."
"Just model the girl’s face loosely after Daisy’s, but soften the features a bit. No need for an exact match—just give her that delicate, fragile vibe."
077: Could he actually be a genius?
Never did it imagine, as a system, that it would one day be tasked with something like this.
The system worked swiftly. By the time Zhou Yi had exchanged a few more words with Daisy, the photos had already been uploaded to his phone.
Zhou Yi theatrically pulled out his phone and opened the gallery—sure enough, there were now numerous photos of him and a young girl.
At first glance, the girl bore a striking resemblance to Daisy.
But while Daisy’s features were more pronounced and striking, the fake sister in the photos had softer, gentler features, making her appear younger.
Zhou Yi handed the phone to Daisy. "See? Doesn’t she look a bit like you?"
Daisy took the phone and examined the photos. The resemblance was undeniable—even she could see it.
No wonder Zhou Yi had said she reminded him of his sister. It wasn’t a lie.
Staring at the uncannily similar face, Daisy was stunned.
"To think... they could be so alike. Can two people in this world really look so similar?" she murmured.
They shared such a likeness, yet their fates could not have been more different.
If given the choice, she would have traded places with Zhou Yi’s sister in a heartbeat—even if it meant only a decade or so of happiness. At least that would be better than a lifetime of misery.
The girl in the photos looked genuinely happy.
Daisy’s fingers lightly swiped across the screen, her eyes glued to the images.
In every photo, Zhou Yi gazed at his sister with unmistakable adoration.
There were hundreds of them—capturing moments of them studying together, traveling, playing, even ones where he comforted her while she cried.
In many of the scenes, Zhou Yi held his sister in his arms.
That kind of tender affection was something Daisy had never seen from Adel.
There were even photos of the sister’s birthday celebrations—the girl with her eyes closed, making a wish before a cake.
Zhou Yi had prepared countless gifts for her, some even handmade. He looked so earnest, so devoted.
So, it was possible for a brother to go to such lengths just to see his sister happy. That level of care was something many could only dream of.
How could Daisy not envy her?
If only she had a brother like Zhou Yi, she would have been the happiest girl in the world.
Now, she fully believed his words, and something strange stirred in her heart.
She began to fantasize—what if she were Zhou Yi’s sister?
[Daisy’s Affection +20]
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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.”
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
