Living Room.
An Yi sipped his meat porridge while sighing inwardly.
This girl's cooking skills were still terrible as ever!
But after a night of exhaustion, he was utterly starving. At this point, he displayed an appetite rivaling Shen Muxuan's, finishing the entire pot of porridge clean.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, An Yi retrieved the items from his storage space.
Clang!
The moment the battered greatsword was taken out, it crushed the already wobbly dining table, snapping all four legs at once.
Aunt Zhou's heirloom table had finally met its end.
An Yi sighed softly, crouching down to examine the broken sword closely.
The sword was indeed a wreck—covered in scars, its blade even chipped and warped.
If this thing struck someone, it’d definitely give them tetanus and a one-way ticket to the afterlife!
After studying it for a long time, An Yi concluded that aside from being heavy and broken, the sword held no real value.
At most, it carried a faint trace of that ancient aura he’d sensed when crossing the dimensional barrier.
Finding nothing noteworthy, he stashed it back into his storage space and pulled out the "Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying" manual instead.
Flipping to the first page, An Yi froze.
It felt like being struck by lightning—he was utterly stunned.
The characters on the page were written in the script of his original world!
What the hell? It really was!
An Yi frantically flipped through a few more pages.
No mistake—these were the characters of the Ancient Continent.
How could this book exist in this world?
Did that mean there were others from the Ancient Continent who had also come here?
Suddenly, An Yi remembered the Gourd Immortal.
That guy had been a fellow traveler, though An Yi had ended up cutting him down.
If there was a Gourd Immortal, could there also be an Eggplant Immortal, a Cucumber Immortal, or even a Soybean Immortal?
He’d have to investigate when he had the time.
An Yi’s expression turned solemn as he muttered thoughtfully, "This is directly tied to how I can return to the Ancient Continent. Priority investigation."
Opening the book, he began reading intently, completely absorbed.
Swords had always been his weapon of choice, but his techniques required spiritual energy to unleash their full potential.
In this world, spiritual energy was so scarce it was practically nonexistent—he couldn’t even muster a trace of it.
Besides, he’d always prided himself on being a genius, never bothering to polish the basics of swordsmanship. His proficiency with a dagger might even surpass his swordplay.
Still, that didn’t stop An Yi from delving into the manual. After studying it late into the night, he finally grasped a hint of its profundity.
"Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying—damn, this is insane!" An Yi exclaimed in awe.
The creator of this manual was undoubtedly a genius. The deeper he read, the more mind-blowing it became!
Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying—nine sword forms in total!
Each technique was incredibly profound!
And the ninth sword? Legend claimed it could even slay immortals!
By now, the first light of dawn was creeping through the window.
Unbeknownst to him, he’d spent the entire night immersed in the manual.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for exploring the [Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying] skill!
Ding! Sword Technique [First Form—Parting Sorrow] unlocked!
The system’s light chime rang out.
An Yi’s face lit up with joy as he immediately tossed the manual back into his storage space to gather dust.
He’d planned to study it properly, but if the system had already granted him the skill, why bother?
Might as well sit back, accumulate wickedness points, and let the upgrades roll in. Much more comfortable.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining [Swordsmanship Proficiency Lv. 2]!
Hearing the system’s prompt, An Yi paused.
Swordsmanship Proficiency—straight to Lv. 2!
Was it because he’d trained in swordsmanship before?
An Yi rubbed his chin, deep in thought. If this thing leveled up on its own, it’d save him a ton of effort.
After all, mastering swordsmanship was one of the most time-consuming skills!
With only 100,000 yuan a day, he couldn’t afford to waste time.
Now, it was time to figure out how to make money!
Before heading to bed, An Yi planted the Star Grass seeds in a flowerpot, satisfied, and returned to his room.
But the moment he saw the girl curled up on his bed, his temper flared.
"Shen Muxuan! Why are you in my room again?!"
Shen Muxuan drowsily opened her eyes. "My room’s too hot. I couldn’t sleep. Yours has AC."
"I’m no gentleman. You’re dressed like that in my room—don’t blame me if I take advantage of you tonight!"
An Yi grinned like a wolf, eyeing her jade-like legs peeking out from under the red undergarment.
Shen Muxuan nervously clutched the blanket. "Y-You wouldn’t dare! If you touch me, I’ll have my master beat your head in!"
"Then go to sleep! It’s already morning!"
Yawning, An Yi expertly spread a quilt on the floor and collapsed into sleep.
After fighting all night and studying the sword manual until dawn, his head was pounding. If he didn’t sleep now, he might just drop dead.
Shen Muxuan’s eyes widened.
"You’re asleep?"
"Really asleep?"
"Idiot!"
The Star Grass was thriving splendidly.
Two days later, the flowerpot was already lush with greenery.
What’s more, this plant grew from the roots—as long as they weren’t cut, it would keep sprouting like chives.
"One tael of fleeceflower root, one tael of coptis, two taels of black nightshade… and finally, Star Grass. Perfect!"
An Yi stared at the murky, grayish concoction in the cup, delighted.
"It’s done!"
This was the legendary Jade Beauty Elixir!
He dabbed a bit on his face—cool and refreshing, though the greenish-gray color looked a bit awkward.
But hey, system-approved products were always top-tier.
He trusted that System Dad wouldn’t screw him over!
Shen Muxuan looked at him curiously and asked, "An Yi, what’s that stuff on your face? It looks disgusting."
"Skincare. Wanna try?" An Yi grinned, pinching a lump of ointment-like substance between his fingers.
Shen Muxuan shook her head like a rattle-drum, her face full of refusal.
"Come on! Give it a shot!"
"No! That thing looks gross! Don’t smear it on my face! I don’t want it!"
"Too bad for you! Hehe, you’re trying it whether you like it or not!"
"Let go, let go of me! No! Help! Help!"
Then, Shen Muxuan’s protests turned into muffled whimpers.
Thud!
The shabby rental apartment’s door was kicked open by Aunt Zhou.
"An Yi, I knew you couldn’t control yourself, you little bastard! What the hell are you trying to do to Muxuan?!"
Aunt Zhou brandished a mop, her voice seething with anger.
But when she saw the scene inside, she froze.
An Yi and Shen Muxuan froze too.
"Uh… Aunt Zhou, what’s up with this?" An Yi paused mid-motion, his hand still smearing the Jade Beauty Elixir on Shen Muxuan’s face, and asked in confusion.
Shen Muxuan, her face coated in a grayish mud-like mask, blinked her big eyes at Aunt Zhou.
Ahem. "You youngsters and your nonsense!"
Aunt Zhou glanced at the mop in her hand and cleared her throat. "I figured you’d have trouble cleaning without proper tools, so I brought you a mop."
"The supermarket’s right downstairs. We can grab whatever we need ourselves—no need for you to deliver it personally."
An Yi chuckled, shaking the bottle of Jade Beauty Elixir in his hand. "Aunt Zhou, wanna try? Smooths your skin, keeps you youthful! You’ll look ten years younger, guaranteed!"
Aunt Zhou wrinkled her nose in disgust. "What kind of stuff is this? The color’s awful—looks like sludge from a sewer. Disgusting."
"Yeah, it’s gross! And it smells weird too! An Yi just had to slather it on my face! So annoying!"
Shen Muxuan peeled off the mask formed by the Jade Beauty Elixir ointment.
Her already smooth, fair skin now looked even more radiant—translucent, delicate as a peeled egg, flawless to the touch.
Aunt Zhou swallowed hard. "Well… maybe I could give it a try."
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."
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
