Su Bailian?!
At the mention of this name,
most people froze in confusion.
Who... is that?
But soon, they remembered—oh, the exchange student who just arrived from the alliance.
Many in the crowd had only heard rumors but never seen her in person.
Among them, one female disciple’s expression twisted with fury upon hearing the name.
Her fists clenched, eyes burning with murderous intent.
Su Bailian!!!
To think you’d arrive so soon in this life?!
Could it be...?!
Chu Yu’s heart sank. Was this the butterfly effect of her rebirth?
Yes, it had to be.
Just look—that handsome guy from the alliance brought all sorts of strange gadgets and even gave Feng Yutian something called a "phone."
This was already completely different from her past life!
But...
Chu Yu’s expression darkened. As long as Su Bailian remained the same, it didn’t matter.
Because... her path of vengeance had only just begun!
Feng Yutian. The Primordial Holy Land.
She would make them all regret it!
At that moment,
a shocked exclamation echoed through the hall.
"What did you say?!"
"Old man, you’re taking a disciple?!"
A white-haired elder’s eyes widened in disbelief.
The crowd turned in unison, their gazes landing on the elderly man beside him—
Elder Gong of the Beast Taming Sect!
Even Feng Yutian looked surprised.
After all, Elder Gong was notorious in the Primordial Holy Land for his pride. For years, he had claimed there was no talent worthy of his teachings and refused to take disciples.
Standing with rare satisfaction, Elder Gong stroked his whiskers and raised his chin slightly.
"Indeed. I have decided to take a disciple. This child possesses unparalleled talent and comprehension. She will undoubtedly achieve greatness."
With a flick of his sleeve, he turned toward the hall’s entrance.
"My disciple, come forth. Let everyone meet you."
Silence fell as all eyes fixed on the doorway.
Who could possibly be worthy of Elder Gong’s approval?
Then—
a figure stepped inside.
Her steps were light, her body delicate and slender, as if a gentle breeze could topple her.
Clad in a moon-white gown, its hem swayed with her movements like a pristine lotus blooming under moonlight.
Her head was slightly bowed, long lashes trembling like fragile butterfly wings, casting faint shadows over her snow-white skin.
Her large, watery eyes shimmered like a clear lake, flickering with unspoken emotions that could ensnare hearts with a single glance.
Her lips, cherry-red, pouted ever so slightly, exuding innocence and vulnerability.
Every step she took seemed to tread upon the hearts of onlookers, each movement radiating a pitiful charm that made others yearn to shield her from the world’s cruelties.
Her slender fingers fidgeted with the edge of her skirt, her demeanor so tender it stirred protective instincts in all who watched.
"This disciple, Su Bailian, greets the elders and the sect master."
Her voice was soft and sweet, like a nightingale’s song.
The crowd: !!!
This was Su Bailian?!
The younger disciples stood dumbfounded.
What... what an utterly pitiable and adorable girl!
"Su Bailian...!!"
In the shadows, Chu Yu’s heart twisted further.
She knew Su Bailian’s true nature. In her past life, this very girl had exploited Elder Gong’s and Feng Yutian’s favor to wreak havoc in the Primordial Holy Land—and even framed her.
Chu Yu’s nails dug into her palms.
She swore inwardly: This time, I won’t let Su Bailian succeed. I’ll crush her before she grows wings!
"Little sister, what’s wrong?"
A dignified young man beside her—Wang Yan, the second of Feng Yutian’s seven adopted sons—looked at her with concern.
Chu Yu forced a faint smile.
"It’s nothing, brother. Just reminiscing."
She couldn’t let him sense her hatred. Not yet.
Wang Yan patted her shoulder gently.
"If anything troubles you, tell me. I’ll help."
"Mm."
Chu Yu nodded, but inwardly sneered.
Help? What use are you?
Just wait. I’ll make you all regret everything.
Then—
She stiffened.
Had that friendly alliance guy—Qin Luo—just glanced at her?
But when she blinked, he was already looking away.
Was it her imagination...?
Meanwhile, Qin Luo smirked faintly.
Chu Yu.
The T0 Chosen One.
Finally found you.
"Huh? Why’s everyone here...?"
Su Bailian peeked up timidly and spotted Qin Luo.
Relief washed over her.
Thank goodness. With Qin Luo here, at least Boqi and I won’t die.
Qin Luo, now forming a plan, turned to Su Bailian with a light chuckle.
"Su Bailian is one of the alliance’s core members, brimming with potential."
"Elder Gong, you’ve truly found a treasure."
Elder Gong nodded, pleased.
"Little Lian has a natural gift for taming spirit beasts."
Su Bailian: ...
Qin Luo smiled.
"Then I’ll leave her training to you, Elder Gong."
"Also..."
He turned to Feng Yutian.
"If you have questions about modern devices, Su Bailian can assist."
Feng Yutian laughed.
"Since it’s Young Master Qin’s request, and today marks our alliance..."
He looked at Su Bailian warmly.
"Little Lian, would you like to become my daughter?"
Su Bailian: ...
"Uh..."
She blinked, glanced at Qin Luo—who seemed unbothered—then bowed shyly.
"Th-Thank you, Sect Master..."
The entire hall was filled with envy—now Su Bailian had become the sect master's adopted daughter! She could practically strut sideways through the sect from now on!
Chu Yu stood in the crowd, her face dark with suppressed emotions.
Just like in her past life, Su Bailian had once again become Feng Yutian's adopted daughter.
But it didn’t matter.
This time, she knew all of Su Bailian’s tricks by heart!
"Su Bailian!"
"Just you wait!"
"And you too, Feng Yutian—you old fools! I’ll make every last one of you regret this!"
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?”
