"Old man, teach me something else, won’t you?"
"You’re already old anyway, what’s the point of keeping those skills to yourself? Might as well pass them on to me so I can benefit the people."
"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely carry on your legacy and make it flourish!"
The elderly man lay on the hospital bed, his face dark, pressing a pillow over his ears.
Beside him, An Yi buzzed around like an annoying fly, endlessly begging to learn more.
This guy was definitely not cut out to be his disciple!
He was shameless and greedy—completely incompatible with Cheng Yuanfeng’s righteous and dignified temperament.
But… that little girl in ancient-style clothing? Perfect!
Not only was she pretty, but she was also beautiful—and pretty to boot! She was clearly the ideal candidate to inherit his legacy.
"Little girl, aren’t you interested in becoming my disciple?"
Cheng Yuanfeng put on the look of a smooth-talking coaxer, grinning as he asked Shen Muxuan.
Shen Muxuan pointed at herself and tilted her head. "Me?"
Cheng Yuanfeng nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes! How about it? I can teach you anything!"
"Old man, teach me! Teach me…" An Yi, overly excited, tried to butt in but was promptly shoved back by Cheng Yuanfeng.
Shen Muxuan shook her head. "But I already have a master."
Cheng Yuanfeng refused to give up. "That’s fine! You can be my nominal disciple. Just serve me tea, massage my shoulders, and rub my legs—simple stuff!"
He could tell—this seemingly clueless girl had terrifying talent!
Unlike An Yi, a complete amateur, this girl clearly had some foundation in cultivation. The way her meridians and qi flowed didn’t lie.
Shen Muxuan shook her head again. "No way. My master told me that if I ever meet someone who keeps pestering me to become their disciple, I should smash their stupid head in!"
Cheng Yuanfeng: "…"
Well, your master sure is something.
"Old man, here’s the roast chicken you wanted."
Lin Chen walked into the ward and tossed over the lotus-wrapped chicken he was holding.
Seeing the flying chicken, An Yi suddenly moved.
A surge of energy flowed through his hands, gently catching the chicken midair before carefully taking it.
"What the hell are you doing? So rough!" An Yi held it with an ingratiating smile. "Master, let me unwrap it for you."
Lin Chen froze.
How the hell did this kid just do that?
Telekinesis?
And he’s calling this old man "Master"?
Just who the hell is this geezer anyway?
What happened in the time it took him to buy a damn chicken?!
"Don’t think just because you did this little favor, I’ll acknowledge you as my disciple. You’re still far from worthy."
Cheng Yuanfeng maintained the air of an otherworldly master as he calmly unfolded the lotus leaf.
"Holy crap, where’s the drumstick?!"
The drumstick was already gone—vanished in the blink of an eye.
An Yi shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No idea! These merchants are so shady, skimping on drumsticks! We should totally leave them a bad review!"
"You’ve still got grease on your mouth!"
"Oh, my bad. Didn’t notice."
Watching the old man and the young man bicker over a chicken leg, Lin Chen sighed inwardly.
What a joke.
He’d wasted an entire morning on this nonsense.
The old man was clearly full of energy—cursing and wrestling over roast chicken. He was fine.
Time to head back. As a bodyguard, he’d already been gone too long.
BANG!
The hospital door swung open.
A graceful, slender figure appeared at the entrance.
"Lin Chen, what the hell is wrong with you? You actually beat up an old man in public?!"
Her voice arrived before she did.
Qin Yao pushed into the ward, fuming.
But the moment she saw the crowded room, her tone instantly softened. "Th-that’s not right..."
"Qin Yao? What are you doing here?"
An Yi quickly let go of the old man, wiped his greasy fingers on his clothes, straightened up, and coughed lightly.
Qin Yao’s voice turned sweet and demure at the sight of An Yi. "I-I heard Lin Chen hurt someone and was worried something bad might’ve happened, so I came to check."
Lin Chen rolled his eyes.
This gentle, soft-spoken girl was the same headstrong young lady who constantly threatened to offer his blood in sacrifice?
Then, anger flared up in Qin Yao again.
This hired bodyguard of hers had the audacity to assault an elderly man!
Disgusting!
Absolutely unacceptable!
His morals were rotten! Now she had the perfect excuse to get her dad to fire him.
"The guy’s fine. He’s over there stuffing his face with chicken!"
Lin Chen pointed at Cheng Yuanfeng, who was happily devouring the roast chicken.
Cheng Yuanfeng wrinkled his nose and huffed. "Don’t think you can weasel out of this! No settlement without at least a million! I heard you charge a hundred mil just for bodyguard work—you’re loaded!"
Lin Chen shot a murderous glare at An Yi.
This little brat must’ve blabbed!
An Yi stared blankly ahead, pretending not to notice.
Qin Yao sighed. "As long as he’s alright. Hurry back—if we don’t find you soon, my dad’s going to call the authorities."
"Tch, fine. I’m out."
Lin Chen shoved his hands in his pockets and swaggered off without a care.
Cheng Yuanfeng watched him leave and smacked his lips. "Uh… what about my million…?"
"Who would’ve thought we’d meet here? What a coincidence."
Qin Yao gazed at An Yi, her delicate fingers lightly brushing aside her silky hair, revealing her flawless features.
There was no denying it—in her eyes, An Yi was an exceptional young man.
Tall, handsome, skilled at basketball, and he had even saved her life.
That dramatic "hero saves the beauty" moment in the night market alley might have been cliché, but when it came to winning a girl’s heart, it was nothing short of a trump card.
What girl wouldn’t dream of a dashing white knight swooping in to rescue her in a moment of peril and despair?
It struck right at the heart’s sweet spot!
For the first time, she found herself so drawn to a boy.
Compared to that stone-faced Lin Chen, who always scowled and needlessly provoked her temper, An Yi was a thousand times better!
An Yi attempted what he thought was a devilishly charming smile and said, “Yeah, what a coincidence. Fate works in mysterious ways—no wonder my heart’s been skipping beats all day.”
Cheng Yuanfeng couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the line.
Damn, this is so cringe. Even listening to it made him shudder, goosebumps rising all over.
Virgin alert. No way this guy’s ever been in a relationship.
“Y-yeah…”
Qin Yao forced a faint smile.
Despite the awkwardness, she felt an inexplicable flutter in her chest, her cheeks warming slightly.
They just happened to bump into each other—does it have to be this flirty?
What should I say next?
An Yi fell into deep contemplation.
This was a golden opportunity to get close to a wealthy heiress—he couldn’t afford to mess it up.
If he could successfully land the role of Qin Yao’s boyfriend,
he’d be cruising in luxury cars, living in mansions, dining on gourmet feasts, and even bossing around that bodyguard, Lin Chen, making him grovel like a servant and call him Daddy!
In short, the future looked bright!
“An Yi, who is she?”
Shen Muxuan tugged at An Yi’s sleeve, her curiosity piqued.
An Yi replied, “This is Qin Yao, my classmate.”
Shen Muxuan nodded. “Hello, I’m Shen Muxuan.”
“Hi, I’m Qin Yao.”
Qin Yao responded politely.
As a woman, Qin Yao had noticed Shen Muxuan the moment she walked in.
Her breathtaking beauty gave even Qin Yao, a girl herself, an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
What’s her relationship with An Yi?
For no reason at all, Qin Yao’s heart tightened.
“So this is where you are!”
Another girl appeared at the hospital room door.
Another stunning beauty?!
Qin Yao froze briefly.
Then, with teary eyes, the girl rushed forward and threw herself into An Yi’s arms.
The entire room turned to stone.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
