Zhong Yi couldn’t help but look up.
His gaze followed the spiral staircase upward, where he could faintly make out a delicate face partially obscured by the railing’s ornate carvings.
The girl had short hair, unusual for her gender, with fair, porcelain-like skin. In her left hand, she clutched a small wine flask, her eyes vacant as she stared blankly ahead.
Only when Lyon approached did the emptiness in her eyes fade, replaced by a flicker of awareness.
Flustered, she quickly hid the flask beneath her sleeve and smoothed her hair, letting the jet-black strands fall over her cheeks.
At that moment, Zhong Yi unconsciously entered the state of [Assassin’s Focus].
Lines of information floated before his eyes.
[Su Di’er: The youngest daughter of your neighbor, Ma Wei]
[Often feigns maturity with behavior unbefitting her age—a rebellious girl]
[Seems particularly attentive to you, who is similarly “lonely”]
[The wine flask in her hand was stolen from her father]
…
Zhong Yi froze.
Unlike others, Su Di’er’s name was displayed in gold.
Clearly, she was a special character.
Though she sported a boyish haircut and deliberately acted mature,
the youthful, carefree aura of adolescence still radiated from her, impossible to conceal.
Behind his sunglasses, Zhong Yi pretended to glance at her casually a few more times.
Then, for what felt like the hundredth time, he walked past her without a word.
Just as Zhong Yi had stepped behind Su Di’er, the girl suddenly tilted her head back and called out softly:
“Hey.”
Zhong Yi instinctively halted.
A new quest prompt appeared in his vision:
[Main Quest: Speak with Su Di’er]
‘Finally, I can turn around.’
Zhong Yi sighed inwardly before slowly turning to face her.
During the brief climb up the stairs, every time he’d considered greeting her, his Behavior Points had started plummeting.
The reason given was that Li Ang was inherently reclusive, unwilling to form connections with others.
Only when the girl initiated would Li Ang respond passively.
“Why… did you hide the flask?”
Zhong Yi pointed at the half-visible flask peeking from her sleeve, barely suppressing a smile.
Su Di’er blinked, realizing she’d been caught. With no point in hiding it now, she lifted the flask to her lips with slender fingers and took a delicate sip.
A drop of glistening liquor trickled down the corner of her pink lips.
Su Di’er wiped her mouth. “This place is full of sneaky people. I don’t want my old man finding out… I’ve got enough trouble already.”
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly.
Her hair swayed, revealing a bruise beneath her eye.
Still in [Assassin’s Focus], Zhong Yi saw text hovering over the injury:
[Fresh wound, inflicted within the last hour]
[Su Di’er is frequently beaten and scolded by her father, neglected at home]
Zhong Yi frowned.
“What happened?”
Keeping his movements minimal, he kept his tone concise, adhering to Li Ang’s character.
Sure enough, his Behavior Points surged dramatically.
“I fell.”
Su Di’er hurriedly adjusted her hair to cover the bruise again, forcing a nonchalant expression.
“Don’t lie—”
Zhong Yi barely started speaking when his Behavior Points in the upper-right corner sharply dropped.
[Behavior Points -10 (Li Ang avoids meddling in others’ affairs, maintaining distance to avoid karmic ties)]
Seeing this, Zhong Yi swallowed the rest of his words.
Even if he wanted to continue, the illusion’s safeguard would trigger.
If a player’s actions excessively interfered with the plot, the character would revert to preset behavior, beyond the player’s control.
Resigned, Zhong Yi turned and headed toward his room.
After a few steps, Su Di’er’s voice called out again.
“Hey.”
Zhong Yi looked back once more.
“About the wine… don’t tell my dad, okay?”
Her voice was soft, slightly hoarse.
Zhong Yi nodded wordlessly and left.
He reached his door, unlocked it, and stepped inside.
Behind him, an increasingly heated argument erupted.
“Why would you do this!?”
“I—I don’t know! I didn’t do anything…”
“Do you have any idea how bad things are right now? Explain yourself!”
“It’s not my fault, sir! I’m just the caretaker—how would I know how to handle this stuff? You know I’m just a nobody…”
“Shut your mouth, idiot! When we handed it to you in June, it wasn’t like this… Where’s the demonic elixir!?”
“I… I don’t know! How would I know what to do with something like that?”
…
Zhong Yi closed the door and pressed his ear against it, listening intently.
“Demonic elixir? The thing mentioned in the notes?”
His interest was instantly piqued.
At the same time, the quest info in the upper-right corner updated:
[Main Quest: Use an item to secretly observe the argument outside]
“Must be a major event!”
Zhong Yi quickly searched for a tool to spy with.
It wasn’t hard to find—right on his door.
A glass panel made of special material.
From inside, he could see out clearly, but from the outside, it appeared as nothing more than an ordinary decoration.
Zhong Yi pressed his eye against it and peered outside.
Three figures came into view.
Once again, he channeled spiritual energy into his eyes, activating [Assassin’s Focus].
[Ma Wei: Su Di’er’s father. An informant for the Demon-Suppression Bureau, operates in both legal and illegal circles, not entirely clean.]
[Ma Wei’s eyes dart nervously, his forehead beaded with sweat—likely lying.]
…
[Feng Tianshuo: Rank-A grunt of the Demon-Suppression Bureau, mid-stage Qi Refinement.]
[Feng Tianshuo speaks urgently, as if anticipating disaster.]
[His gaze keeps flicking backward—the person behind him seems to exert immense pressure.]
…
[Shi Dan: Demon-Suppression Marshal of the Bureau, late-stage Qi Refinement, Daoist title “Sirius the Celestial Wolf.”]
[Wears a new-style jade slip in his ear.]
[Sways slightly, mental state appears unstable.]
[Exudes a powerful, dangerous aura.]
…
After listening to Ma Wei and Feng Tianshuo argue, Zhong Yi pieced together the situation.
Ma Wei was an informant planted by the Demon-Suppression Bureau, helping them control the black-market trade of demonic elixir.
Pure demonic elixir could be used on infants to induce demonic possession.
When diluted through certain methods, it could also be consumed by cultivators, inducing extreme addiction.
Thus, it fetched exorbitant prices in both legal and underground markets.
The Bureau had stored a batch of pure elixir with Ma Wei, only retrieving it yesterday.
But they soon realized something was wrong—the elixir’s purity had dropped, adulterated with other substances.
That was why they’d come knocking.
“Listen, I’m trying to help you… If you insist on playing dumb, I’ll have no choice but to let him handle it.”
Feng Tianshuo lowered his voice, gesturing toward Shi Dan, who stood with his back to them.
"This lord despises being disturbed while listening to music..."
"No one can deceive him, for he possesses the uncanny ability to smell lies... Trust me, you wouldn't want to face him."
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."
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?"
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.
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."
