That night.
In the palace of the Netherfrost Divine Realm.
"Huh?"
"Luo Luo, what did you just say? You want to skyrocket your power in just three days? How is that even possible?"
Su Muwan tilted her head, staring at Qin Luo beside her, her bewildered eyes filled with even more bewilderment.
How on earth are you supposed to boost your strength in three days?
Do you really think I’m the heavens’ favorite daughter or something?
She shook her head vigorously. "Qin Luo! What kind of person do you take me for? I’m not some protagonist from a Feng Aotian novel!"
"Everything we’ve achieved so far has been through my talent and hard work! I’ve never relied on cheats, okay?"
Qin Luo chuckled softly. "Don’t panic, Young Miss. We still have other methods."
"Have you forgotten?"
"We’ve got this thing."
With that, Qin Luo brought out their old friend—the Fate Dream Cauldron.
Aside from being used for dream cultivation to enhance strength, this bronze cauldron also doubled as Su Muwan’s little flowerpot.
Now, it even had fresh flowers planted in it.
He placed it in front of Su Muwan, then grinned at her.
Three days later, numerous factions would gather, and to fend off unforeseeable dangers, Su Muwan’s strength was absolutely crucial.
But time was far too tight.
To rapidly boost her power, the only option was to use the bronze cauldron—to send Su Muwan back to an earlier era, where she could continuously devour the laws of those people and strengthen herself.
Though, admittedly, no one knew what kind of consequences this might bring.
After all... a real dream could lead to unexpected developments.
Hearing this, Su Muwan was about to protest—how could a dignified Martial Arts Supreme like her always rely on protagonist-like cheat devices to level up?
But... then again...
"Ahem..."
Su Muwan cleared her throat and obediently looked at Qin Luo. "It’s doable, but... we still need to make some preparations first."
"Preparations?"
"Mhm, preparations before entering the dream."
A short while later.
Inside the floating island palace, the lights gradually dimmed.
In their place, candlelight flickered to life, illuminating two busy figures.
"Luo Luo, how about these gloves?"
Su Muwan peeked out from the wardrobe, holding up a pair of pure white lace gloves, her eyes sparkling.
Qin Luo glanced up and smiled. "They’re fine, but..."
He shook the black stockings he’d just pulled out and raised an eyebrow. "I think these would be more fitting."
Su Muwan’s cheeks flushed as she huffed. "Pervert!"
But she still took them, muttering under her breath, "Whatever... it’s all for the sake of getting stronger..."
"Don’t you dare misunderstand anything, you measly Qin Luo."
Qin Luo laughed, ruffling her hair before nodding solemnly. "Young Miss, this is serious cultivation. After all, entering the dream requires our frequencies to synchronize."
"I know already!"
Su Muwan pouted, shoving the stockings and gloves into Qin Luo’s arms. "Hurry up and get ready! This young lady doesn’t want to waste any time!"
Qin Luo nodded, and the two quickly gathered everything needed for the dream—gloves, stockings, incense, and even a freshly baked box of cookies and a bag of chips.
"Wait, we can’t even bring food in there."
"But heightened emotions help deepen the dream immersion... Maybe having chips will put you in a better mood?"
As he arranged everything, Qin Luo explained, "Our goal this time is to absorb laws."
"While those from Dominator-level experts and above would be ideal, even Supreme-level laws are better than nothing. Every bit helps."
"When we’re there, don’t overthink it. If you encounter someone you can suppress, just devour their laws outright—it’s not like they won’t reincarnate anyway."
"If you run into someone you can’t handle, I’ll back you up. We’ll smack them into a stun-lock and whittle them down."
Su Muwan sat cross-legged on the bed, swinging her legs. "Qin Luo, aren’t you being a bit extreme? Feels like I’m playing the villain again."
"I won’t comment."
"?"
Under Su Muwan’s exasperated gaze, Qin Luo moved the Fate Dream Cauldron to the bedside. The water inside rippled, reflecting their faces.
"Where did this tub of water come from??"
"It was for the flowers earlier. I just took them out."
"Oh."
"Ready?"
"Mhm!"
Su Muwan nodded firmly and took Qin Luo’s hand.
Her face reddened. "Here I go."
Qin Luo also swallowed hard, declaring righteously, "Young Miss, before we begin, I must emphasize—I have no ulterior motives! This is purely for cultivation!"
Su Muwan nodded vigorously. "Yeah, yeah! This young lady isn’t thinking anything inappropriate either!"
The dream began.
......
An immeasurable amount of time later.
In a place resembling a celestial paradise—
Mist curled through the air, and cranes danced gracefully.
Su Muwan opened her eyes to find herself standing on a white jade bridge.
Beneath her feet, clouds churned like an ocean, while in the distance, palaces towered under radiant halos of light.
"Where... is this?"
Did the dream work?
She looked down at herself.
A snow-white immortal gown fluttered around her, and at her waist hung a translucent jade pendant inscribed with the words: [Immortal Venerable Su].
"Immortal Venerable... me?"
Su Muwan’s lips twitched. The dream really went all out with her identity.
"Young Miss."
A familiar voice sounded beside her.
She turned to see Qin Luo clad in black robes, his collar slightly open, his long hair loosely tied back.
With his striking features and a faint air of wickedness, he looked every bit the Demon Sovereign.
"Pfft!"
Su Muwan couldn’t hold back her laughter. "Luo Luo, this look... is kinda hot?"
Qin Luo sighed. "Young Miss, isn’t your focus a little off?"
He glanced at his own attire, then at Su Muwan’s immortal gown, musing, "Immortal and demon, opposing forces? This dream’s setting is interesting."
"Immortal versus demon... Oh! Maybe this is the timeline before the Great Immortal-Demon War?"
Su Muwan tilted her head. "So, are we enemies now?"
"Theoretically, yes."
Qin Luo smirked, pinching her cheek. "But we can play however we want."
"Don’t forget our goal—just find people and start devouring."
"Start with a cauldron, power up by eating."
Before Su Muwan could respond—
"Su—Su Muwan?! Y-You... how could you collude with a demon?!"
A shrill female voice rang out behind them.
They turned to see a woman in emerald immortal robes pointing at them in exaggerated "shock," followed by several other "outraged" Immortal Venerables.
"Disaster! Immortal Venerable Su has been bewitched by the Demon Sovereign!"
"Seize them at once!"
Su Muwan: "..."
Qin Luo: "..."
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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.
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!"
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
