As this daring challenge was revealed, everyone present was stunned.
Yan Qiuyue's eyes widened in shock as she turned to look at Su Muwan.
No way!!
What does this have to do with testing Qin Luo's attitude toward you??
Su Bailian was also in shock, her gaze fixed on Su Muwan.
No!
This isn’t the version of Truth or Dare I gave you!
Qin Luo was momentarily stunned as he looked at the clearly abnormal content of the dare in his hand, his lips twitching slightly.
I take back my earlier statement about this game being normal...
This is just too bizarre!
And why does it have to involve drawing a goldfish with red wine? On the collarbone, no less!
Most importantly...
The person next to him...
Qin Luo glanced around, but the only person next to him was Su Muwan.
He turned to look at Su Muwan, whose cheeks were tinged with a faint blush, and cleared his throat. "Miss... isn’t this dare a bit too much...?"
Even so, Su Muwan would surely refuse, right?
"What do you mean 'a bit too much'?!"
Seeing Qin Luo's hesitant expression, Su Muwan slammed the table and stood up.
She pointed at Qin Luo and exclaimed, "Are you trying to break the rules?"
"That’s not what I meant..."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Well... you’re the only one next to me..."
Su Muwan blinked. "Yeah, so? Who else would you want next to you?"
Her tone carried a hint of playful anticipation.
Hmph!
Joking aside!
The original Truth or Dare was too cliché!
Since this was clearly set up to lure Qin Luo into the game, naturally, I’d take the opportunity to test his attitude while also getting a little something extra!
Seeing Su Muwan's challenging tone, Qin Luo decided to drop the act.
He raised an eyebrow. "Miss, are you serious?"
Su Muwan placed her hands on her hips and tilted her chin up. "Hmph!"
"Listen, Qin Luo, I’m not someone who lacks sportsmanship."
"Of course! Don’t get any wrong ideas! The only reason I’m agreeing is because of this dare!"
Su Bailian, watching from the side, couldn’t help but twitch her lips.
Really?
But why does it seem like you’re enjoying this a little too much?
Yan Qiuyue also glanced sideways at Su Muwan.
She had figured it out—this game was clearly Su Muwan’s own doing.
Tsk tsk, typical Su Muwan!
Then, Su Muwan, worried that Qin Luo might drag his feet too long, stepped forward and personally filled Qin Luo’s glass to the brim with red wine.
She handed it to him, batting her eyelashes. "Here, drink up. Finish it all."
Why does this feel like a trap?
Qin Luo looked at the overflowing glass, then met Su Muwan’s eager gaze.
Whatever, as long as the young lady is happy.
With that thought, Qin Luo picked up the glass and downed it in one go.
His alcohol tolerance wasn’t exceptional, but he usually didn’t get too drunk.
For now, he felt fine. Then, he poured a bit more wine and dipped his fingertip into it, using it as paint.
Su Muwan had already settled back on the sofa, lightly biting her lip as she watched Qin Luo’s fingertip with a faint blush on her cheeks.
Her heart was racing.
His fingertip was like a brush painting a masterpiece, teasing her emotions.
Ah~
His hand~ his hand~
Qin Luo steadied himself, took a deep breath, and then, as if preparing for something solemn, slowly approached Su Muwan.
"Miss... here I go."
"Mm..."
His cautious and focused demeanor made the atmosphere tense, and the entire room seemed to fall silent, with only the sound of their breathing audible.
Yan Qiuyue, sensing the strange tension, quietly slipped away from her seat.
She chose to sit next to Su Bailian instead.
Su Bailian, meanwhile, was watching the two with excitement.
Ah❤—!!!
I can’t take it! My radar is going wild!!
Su Muwan, who would usually never be so bold, was emboldened by the alcohol. She gently brushed her hair aside, revealing her delicate collarbone.
Qin Luo’s gaze unconsciously followed her movements, and he realized he was feeling nervous, his fingers trembling slightly.
The next moment.
"Mmm..."
When his fingertip lightly touched Su Muwan’s collarbone, the coolness of the wine made her shiver slightly, and she instinctively bit her lip.
Qin Luo carefully began to trace the outline of the little goldfish, which gradually took shape under his touch.
Su Muwan’s skin was smooth and soft, her collarbone elegant and graceful, and all of this stirred something inexplicable in Qin Luo.
Su Muwan’s cheeks grew redder, her eyes following Qin Luo’s fingertip as her heartbeat quickened.
Qin Luo felt his fingertip grow warm.
The scene before him was starting to blur.
What’s happening...
What am I doing?
Am I really drawing a goldfish with red wine? Why is this... ugh, my head feels a bit fuzzy.
Miss’s collarbone is so beautiful...
Su Muwan’s head was also spinning. For some reason, Qin Luo’s scent was making her feel dizzy.
Her cultivation seemed to be improving slightly, but now was definitely not the time to dwell on that.
After all...
Right now, Su Muwan just wanted to savor this unique moment!
Ah!!! Whoever invented Truth or Dare must be a genius!
A moment later.
Qin Luo finished the final stroke. He took a deep breath, stood up, and sat down on the other side, trying to appear composed. "It’s done..."
Su Muwan’s breathing quickened slightly as she looked down at the lifelike goldfish on her collarbone.
Then, seeing Qin Luo’s nervous expression, a faint daze flickered in her eyes.
The alcohol was getting to her, and the corners of her eyes curved into crescents as she couldn’t help but laugh. "You did a great job..."
With that, she got up and squeezed herself next to Qin Luo.
"Miss?"
"What’s wrong, Qin Luo? I just praised you a little, and you’re acting all nervous like a puppy?"
She wrapped her arms around Qin Luo’s and whispered in his ear, her breath warm and sweet. "I’m a little cold, so I’ll just squeeze in with you."
Qin Luo felt something was off. He looked at Su Muwan’s dazed expression and said, "Miss, you’re a bit drunk."
"Drunk??"
Hearing this, Su Muwan was displeased.
Her breath reeked of alcohol, her cheeks flushed as she clung to Qin Luo’s arm and protested, "How dare you, Qin Luo, question my alcohol tolerance?? I’ll punish you by making you drink two glasses in one go before you can play again!!"
"Miss, isn’t that a bit unfair to me?"
"I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care!! You drink two glasses! You can handle it! Just drink two glasses for me, okay?"
Yan Qiuyue was dumbfounded. She quickly stepped forward and tugged at Su Muwan’s arm. "Muwan, Muwan, stop this. It’s not proper."
"Go away! Go away!"
Su Muwan clung tightly to Qin Luo’s arm, refusing to let go. She looked up at Qin Luo, her eyes sparkling with a pleading light. "Drink two glasses, Qin Luo..."
Ah!! Thump!!
Qin Luo watched as Su Muwan, in her adorable drunken state, whined and pleaded like a child.
He clutched his chest, feeling as though his heart might leap out.
Who said Su Muwan only knew how to embarrass herself?? What’s this in front of me right now?!
A drunk Miss Su!! Cute! So cute!! Too cute!!
Without thinking, he blurted out, "If I drink... three glasses, will Miss be happy?"
"Happy!"
"What about four glasses?"
"Even happier!"
"Then I’ll drink... five glasses in one go!!"
"Yay!!"
Su Muwan cheered with glee.
"Yueyue!! You drink too!"
"And you! Su Bailian! Come here! You’re not leaving until you finish these bottles!"
"Huh?"
Yan Qiuyue and Su Bailian, who had just wanted to watch the show, exchanged glances and tried to make a run for it.
Crack!
With a flick of Su Muwan’s finger, their feet were frozen in place by a layer of ice.
Yikes...
Yan Qiuyue and Su Bailian’s expressions stiffened.
This master and servant duo... have gone mad....
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.”
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?!
