At the entrance, the ticket checker wore sunglasses and a hat.
She greeted, "Come on, come on, get on board and take your seats, you two."
"... ..."
Su Muwan tilted her head and looked at the person.
Qin Luo approached, curiously looking over as well: "What's wrong? Do you know her?"
"Mmm... I just feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before."
"But never mind."
Su Muwan shook her head; what was most important now was getting on the Ferris wheel!
So she grabbed Qin Luo and quickly took a seat.
Although the park was already closed, the Ferris wheel was still spinning, which was quite a novelty.
Below.
The worker removed her sunglasses, revealing Alicia's face.
She pulled out a radio and said, "Target is on board, commence operation, OVER."
"Copy that, OVER."
Hehe!
Alicia gazed at the Ferris wheel as it started, pointing her finger at its highest point.
Her lips curled into a smile: "The performance begins~!"
Clang, clang, clang~
The Ferris wheel began to rotate and climb.
Qin Luo and Su Muwan were in a small gondola, the surrounding scenery gradually rising, the lights becoming increasingly vibrant.
Inside the gondola, Su Muwan looked out the window, and through the glass, she could see Qin Luo's gentle gaze, always fixed on her.
Thump... thump...
Su Muwan's heartbeat quickened, and a blush faintly spread across her cheeks.
It seemed she was nervous and excited for what was about to happen next.
No one spoke inside the gondola.
Qin Luo simply kept his gentle gaze on Su Muwan.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Qin Luo suddenly spoke, his voice more resolute than ever: "Su Muwan."
"Hmm?"
Surprised, Su Muwan turned to look at Qin Luo.
He looked serious, gazing at her as he said, "I have something to tell you later, no matter what your answer is."
"I... won’t regret it."
His tone was earnest, his expression serious.
Su Muwan had never seen Qin Luo like this before.
What... is he going to say?
Su Muwan froze, her hands subconsciously clenching. She wanted to speak, but after hesitating, she lightly pursed her lips and her eyes flickered.
In a soft voice, she said, "Qin Luo."
"You know..."
Su Muwan took a deep breath and turned her head to look out the window.
A glimmer of loneliness and memories flickered in her eyes: "Back then, I didn’t practice martial arts."
"It was because of an incident that I realized only by being strong myself could I be truly strong."
"From that moment on, I gave up a lot, lost a lot, and understood a lot."
"I even have dreams, dreams where my family is ruined, where Zhu Lan dies, Su Bailian dies, Yan Qiuyue dies, everyone dies, anyone around me dies..."
Su Muwan’s voice trembled as she clenched her fists: "Do you think, is it possible that I’m just a jinx, anyone who stays by my side gets into trouble."
"But..."
"Qin Luo... do you know?"
"It’s only since you appeared that none of the things in my dreams have come true in reality."
"Sometimes I wonder..."
She looked intently at Qin Luo: "If not for you, would the things in my dreams have become reality?"
Qin Luo quietly listened to Su Muwan’s story, his heart softly sighing.
According to the original plot, all that Su Muwan mentioned would indeed happen.
However...
Qin Luo extended his hand, gently patting Su Muwan’s head, and said seriously, "If you really believe that."
"Then... I’ll always be by your side."
Thump!
At these words, Su Muwan’s eyes sparkled. Just as she was about to speak, "Actually, Qin..."
Before she could finish.
Whir——!
Boom——!
Outside the Ferris wheel.
A loud roar reverberated through the sky.
"What, what?"
"What’s going on?"
Su Bailian and the others, who were just about to start their operation, were suddenly confused and looked up at the sky.
Su Muwan, too, was caught off guard; what was happening? The atmosphere was just right; how did it get disrupted?
Who dares interrupt?!
She quickly leaned out of the gondola to look outside.
And saw...
"...Flying swords??"
Su Muwan was shocked.
In the night sky, there were rows of swordsmen standing on flying swords!!
They hovered high above, their expressions a mixture of helplessness and disbelief.
It seemed they had seen something astonishing and had been forcibly summoned here.
The entire city of Jiang City was stunned by this spectacle.
After all, while martial artists were common, swordsmen were extremely rare! And so many swordsmen? That was just too, too, too rare!
"Shit!! What’s going on!!"
"Why are the people from the Ancient Sword Manor here?"
"I have no idea, what’s this about?"
The officers from the Jiang City Enforcement Bureau also rushed out.
They looked up at the sky full of swordsmen, completely baffled.
"Chief, what are they doing?"
"Declaring war?"
"Huh?"
"Is it possible that Su Muwan has gone out and caused trouble again??"
Everyone was clueless.
Only Qin Luo’s lips curled slightly as he looked at Su Muwan and smiled, "Remember what I told you, that I still had something to show you?"
Su Muwan was stunned and nodded, "Could the thing you were talking about be these swordsmen?"
"Of course not."
"What then..."
"Just watch."
"Oh."
Su Muwan sneakily glanced at Qin Luo; she felt so embarrassed. She had wanted to seize the opportunity to confess her feelings, but she kept being led by Qin Luo’s rhythm.
Meanwhile.
The swordsmen from the Ancient Sword Manor flew high in the sky.
At the forefront was none other than the first disciple of Li Xuanfeng, Sword Master Jian Feichen!
Jian Feichen stood on a flying sword.
In his hand, he conjured another long sword and shouted, "All disciples listen up!!"
"Activate the formation!!!”
“Yes!!!"
With that, all the disciples from the Ancient Sword Manor quickly moved, their sword lights intersecting like star rivers, the momentum overwhelming, piercing through the clouds.
The heavens and earth instantly changed, various phenomena appearing one after another.
Sword lights flashed like lightning, sword energy surged like a rainbow; the entire sky seemed filled with countless dragons circling, the aura majestic.
This spectacle drew many hidden martial artists in Jiang City to come out.
They exclaimed in shock: "The Ancient Sword Formation!! It's the Ancient Sword Formation!! It gathers the energy of heaven and earth to form the Heaven-Earth Ancient Sword!! It's said that even Peak Realm (latter stage) masters can be pierced through with just one strike!!!"
“Who are they trying to kill?!”
A crowd came out to watch the excitement.
"Seriously? Real or fake?"
"And why are you so excited?"
"Hey! Another chance to see the Miss Su beat someone up! How can I not be excited?"
"How do you know they’re here for Su Muwan?"
"Heh, heh, guess you’re new, huh?"
Among the crowd, an old man with a swollen face held a faintly glowing Sky Dream Tree seed, his face full of helplessness and resentment.
He muttered curses under his breath about Qin Luo, who had bullied him: "That brat, really doesn’t treat me as a human!!"
He had barged into his place and just slapped him twice!
Turns out he was rushing him to grow this Sky Dream Tree!
Ugh! I’m really speechless! Couldn’t you just talk to me nicely!
And he acted like he was in a hurry!
Despite his discontent, the old man, covering his face, still had to follow the instructions.
He took a deep breath, stepped into the Ancient Sword Formation, his expression solemn as he shouted, "Infinite Universe! Guide the Heavens and Gather Qi!"
Boom!!
In an instant.
A miraculous scene unfolded.
The entirety of the energy gathered by the Ancient Sword Formation swiftly flowed into the seed in the old man’s hand.
Jian Feichen also roared, "Give full cooperation and deliver the energy!!!"
"Yes!"
The swordsmen responded in unison, sending their energy like a tidal wave into the seed in the old man’s hands.
Realizing the timing was right, the old man quickly tossed the seed into the distance.

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.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?!

【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.)