Five hours ago, at 5 a.m.
"Whooosh~!"
Qin Luo stood by the bed, looking helplessly at Su Muwan, who was sound asleep.
Last night, the young mistress demanding her "reward" had been downright terrifying.
Those heart-eyed expressions of hers were seriously unsettling.
Qin Luo lowered his head and clenched his fist.
Sometimes, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at his own hands.
But...
As he gazed at Su Muwan, deep in slumber, his heart softened.
It was only natural she’d be exhausted.
After all, the success of the recent Ruins Operation was largely thanks to her formidable combat prowess.
With that thought, Qin Luo reached out and gently pulled the blanket over her.
But as he leaned down, his eyes met Su Muwan’s sleeping face.
Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her cheeks were faintly flushed from deep sleep.
Qin Luo smiled tenderly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep well, young mistress."
"Mmm... Luo-Luo, I’m really not that kind of girl, you know... but... if you insist... I guess I’ll stop pretending, ehehehe..."
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Qin Luo’s daily routine was simple.
In short, it revolved entirely around Su Muwan.
Pushing open the door to the walk-in closet, soft light spilled across the space, illuminating rows of clothing racks filled with Su Muwan’s vast wardrobe.
Standing at the entrance, Qin Luo quickly scanned the options, mentally filtering outfits suitable for today’s weather and her schedule.
Hmm...
The weather was nice, but the young mistress had mentioned no plans to go out, so she’d likely spend the day at home.
After a moment’s consideration, his gaze settled on a light pink loungewear set.
He reached for it, shook it out, and meticulously checked for stains or damage. Once satisfied, he began smoothing out the wrinkles.
Laying the top flat on the wide dressing table, he started from the collar, gently pressing out each crease with his fingers. For stubborn folds, he tugged lightly, restoring the fabric’s smoothness with practiced care.
Next, he picked up the matching pants, smoothing them from the waistband down to the cuffs, leaving no flaw unaddressed.
Once finished,
Qin Luo grabbed a pair of Su Muwan’s white ankle socks, took a deep whiff to confirm no odd smells, then—
Snap!
Whoosh!
The entire outfit vanished into a swirling black vortex, reappearing neatly folded beside Su Muwan’s bed.
Though he’d prepared everything...
Qin Luo stepped out of the closet, his expression slightly resigned.
The young mistress would probably just laze around in her shark-themed pajamas anyway.
Entering the kitchen,
Qin Luo tied on an apron and started preparing breakfast.
"Now... what to make today?"
He opened the fridge, staring at the ingredients inside as he pondered.
Given a martial artist’s monstrous appetite,
the fridge needed frequent restocking.
His eyes flicked between fresh produce, assorted meats, and dairy products.
Muttering to himself about needing to go shopping soon, he decided, "An omelet, with a side of vegetable salad and whole wheat bread."
He recalled Su Muwan complaining about eating too much lately and wanting to cut back.
Soon after,
Qin Luo set the breakfast on the dining table, adding a freshly squeezed orange juice with a decorative slice on the rim.
But...
Even though he’d made it...
Qin Luo shook his head. "She’ll probably sleep in, then just snack on chips instead."
"If that happens..."
A dangerously kind smile crept onto his face. "Young mistress, just you wait."
Checking the time—
5:20 a.m.
Nodding to himself, Qin Luo headed to the living room.
The sight that greeted him was chaos.
Chip bags and drink bottles littered the floor, throw pillows scattered haphazardly across the couch.
He sighed, though a hint of fondness lingered in his smile. "Young mistress, are you some kind of NPC programmed to spawn clutter?"
6:00 a.m.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
With all preparations done,
Qin Luo planned to head out for groceries—and, of course, someone’s snacks and drinks.
But before leaving,
a thought seemed to strike him.
Snap!
Dark mist swirled as he scribbled a note and left it on the table.
[I am Qin Luo...]
Perfect.
...
...
Truthfully, Qin Luo wasn’t fond of walking the streets.
Because strange things always happened.
Like...
[M-Mister...]
[Can you help me get my ball...?]
Qin Luo paused by an alleyway.
Looking down,
a worn-out ball lay at his feet.
Its surface was peeling, revealing patchy rubber beneath, with gashes as if clawed by something sharp.
Following the voice, he saw a little girl peering timidly from the alley, eyes full of hope.
Yet Qin Luo noticed—
Her feet didn’t touch the ground.
She hovered slightly, clad in a bloodstained white dress that swayed unnaturally in the windless air.
Sigh.
Another supernatural NPC event.
This wasn’t his first encounter.
"Of course."
Qin Luo smiled, bending to pick up the ball.
The moment his fingers touched it, a bone-chilling cold pierced his skin, like icy needles pricking his palm.
Unfazed, he stepped into the alley and handed it to the girl.
Up close, he observed her more carefully.
She looked about five or six, with twin ponytails, but her face was deathly pale, lips tinged an eerie bluish-purple.
Clutching the ball, her eyes curved into crescents—but the smile held no warmth, only an unsettling eeriness.
"Thank you, mister!"
"You’re just like the others said—always helping us!"
Her voice echoed distantly, hollow and disembodied.
Qin Luo’s Pure Love Yang Physique repelled all malevolent spirits.
Yet this girl remained unharmed.
Meaning...
"What do you need my help with?"
He sighed.
Who the hell spread my name around?
Do ghosts have their own gossip network?
Hearing this,
the girl hugged the ball tightly. "I... I want to find my mom!"
"Mom went to work, told me to play here... said she’d bring me candy when she got back."
"But... then..."
Her voice faltered. "I’ve been here for years... and she never came..."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
