Three days later.
Su Family.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
Su Muwan stood in the courtyard, gazing upward with a serious expression.
Qin Luo curiously walked out, looking at Su Muwan, who was staring into the sky.
He looked up as well, but saw nothing.
He glanced at Su Muwan with a hint of confusion: "Young Mistress, why are you up so early today?"
Hearing the noise, Su Muwan withdrew her gaze and then crossed her arms, looking smug as she looked at Qin Luo: "Qin Luo, do you know what day it is today?"
"What day?"
"Hehe! It's the day I level up."
As she spoke, Su Muwan clenched her fists, her eyes filled with excitement.
Just that morning, she had suddenly noticed a change in the qi within her dantian.
To make a metaphor, it was like... from a gas to a liquid.
And when her entire dantian was filled with liquid!
That would be the moment!!! When she stepped into a new realm, just like in her previous life!
However!
There was something that worried Su Muwan, which was why she had risen early to sense her condition.
But the facts proved.
This terrifyingly efficient improvement in her cultivation wouldn't damage her foundation.
On the contrary, not only was her cultivation progressing rapidly, but it was also astonishingly stable!
Su Muwan's lips curved upward as she strolled over to where Qin Luo was brushing his teeth.
After giving him a look,
"Hehe!"
She suddenly hugged Qin Luo's arm, pressing her head against his and rubbing it against him: "Luo, Luo, Luo, Luo, Luo, I should have confessed to you earlier if I knew you were so useful!"
Such antics so early in the morning.
Qin Luo didn't quite understand what Su Muwan meant, but at least he knew she was hungry again.
Speaking of which...
Qin Luo patted Su Muwan, who was rubbing against him, and asked, "Young Mistress, someone's watching."
Su Muwan didn't get it: "Who? Who? There's only you and me here, isn't there?"
"Hmm... maybe Zhu Lan as well?"
"...?"
Su Muwan was stunned and quickly turned her head to look at Zhu Lan, who was staring wide-eyed not far away.
!!!
She took a sharp intake of breath, her pupils contracting.
Oh no!
She had forgotten Zhu Lan was also there!
Anyway!
"Ahem! Zhu Lan!"
Su Muwan slowly moved her head away from Qin Luo's arm and looked kindly at Zhu Lan, explaining: "I was just asking Qin Luo to accompany me for a morning workout. Don't misunderstand, alright?"
With that, she dragged Qin Luo into the house.
Zhu Lan stood in place, rubbing her eyes, her voice trembling: "I... I must still be dreaming..."
"I actually saw the Young Mistress acting coquettishly with Qin Luo. Heavens... I must be in a dream..."
Back inside the house.
Click! As the door closed.
Swish!
Su Muwan pushed Qin Luo onto the sofa and stood over him, her eyes glaring fiercely: "How dare you not remind me, you mere Qin Luo!"
Qin Luo was pushed onto the sofa, his gaze shifting upward as he looked at Su Muwan.
Huh... what an interesting perspective.
While thinking that, on the surface, he replied innocently: "Young Mistress, the situation was sudden. Setting aside the fact that I didn't remind you..."
"Setting it aside? Then what's the point talking about it!"
Su Muwan, seeing Qin Luo trying to use her own tactic on her, immediately interrupted with frustration.
Qin Luo found Su Muwan's exasperated look quite amusing.
He looked at the pouting Su Muwan and smiled: "Muwan, don't be angry. I'll prepare something delicious for you at noon later."
Hearing this, Su Muwan blinked, huh?
Suddenly, she wasn't angry anymore.
But...
It seemed she thought of something and her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she looked at Qin Luo: "No way. Just because you tell me not to be angry, I won't be?"
Qin Luo seemed to have guessed what Su Muwan wanted to do and couldn't help but chuckle: "Then what does the Young Mistress want..."
Before he could finish.
Su Muwan leaned down, gently bringing her face close to Qin Luo's.
She held Qin Luo's cheeks with both hands, whispering into his ear, her breath warm and fragrant: "Qin Luo, we've been together for so long."
"But... we've never tried a morning kiss, have we..."
Qin Luo's ear was tickled by the warm breath, making him shudder slightly.
Su Muwan's voice was low and seductive, as if filled with some kind of magic, making his heart race.
Seeing Qin Luo's reaction, the mischievous grin on Su Muwan's lips became even more pronounced.
Her eyes carried a hint of playfulness and charm as she continued: "So, let's try it today."
Qin Luo couldn't help but laugh, his eyes filled with mirth: "Alright, since it's an order from the Young Mistress, I, a mere Qin Luo, naturally can't refuse."
"However...."
?
Su Muwan, who was about to begin, paused mid-action and looked unhappily at the smiling Qin Luo: "However what?"
"However... since it's a rare opportunity, there's something I'd like to try as well."
Qin Luo said, motioning for Su Muwan to come closer. Whispering something in her ear.
Feeling the warmth of Qin Luo's breath, Su Muwan became increasingly astonished as she listened.
It wasn't until Qin Luo finished explaining what he wanted to try that Su Muwan widened her eyes, her mouth slightly open, her face flushed as she looked at Qin Luo: "You... you're serious?"
Qin Luo nodded: "Absolutely serious!"
"????"
"So certain?"
"Definitely!"
Su Muwan was shocked. Struggling to look at Qin Luo again, she confirmed: "You're sure that after I do this, you won't hate me?"
"No!"
"Alright..."
Su Muwan didn't ask further.
"Since that's the case..."
She took a deep breath, her eyes flickering with a hint of embarrassment.
She glanced at Qin Luo, her face showing hesitation, but soon she seemed to have made up her mind.
The next moment.
The playful demeanor suddenly transformed.
"Heh."
Su Muwan let out a cold laugh.
Then, with disdain, she looked at Qin Luo, crossing her arms and speaking coldly: "Just this will suffice."
"As expected, you're just a mere Qin Luo~"
"Alright..."
Su Muwan's gaze was like that of someone looking at an extremely disobedient puppy.
She slightly raised her chin, her eyes filled with disdain: "Hurry up, don't dawdle!"
"You think I'll wait for you..."
Before she could finish.
"Mmm——!"
Qin Luo pulled Su Muwan downward.
Their lips met.
Su Muwan's scornful expression instantly shattered, turning into one of flustered embarrassment.
Her eyes trembled.
Mmm....!!!
Why did this make Qin Luo so proactive!!!
Qin Luo! You're a pervert!!!
Pop~!
It was hard to tell how much time had passed.
Qin Luo supported Su Muwan.
The latter caught her breath, biting her lip, her eyes flustered as she glared at the seemingly satisfied Qin Luo.
She couldn't find the right words to describe Qin Luo.
So she could only speak hesitantly: "Pervert...."
Qin Luo chuckled: "It's only because the Young Mistress is so adorable."
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan let out a soft huff. Pushing Qin Luo away, she pointed at his hand expectantly under his confused gaze: "Since you've tried what you wanted."
"Then I want to try what I want too."
Qin Luo was taken aback, then smiled: "Sure."
Five minutes later.
In the bathroom.
Qin Luo stared at his palm, speechless.
His expression stunned.
What the!!!
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
