Time moved further back.
Zhong Yi arrived at the day of Gu Yun and Lin Xi’s wedding.
As they had said, the wedding feast was held beneath the lighthouse, which was uncommon among ordinary folks.
Countless relatives and friends were helping to set up the wedding scene.
As he walked through the crowd, Zhong Yi could occasionally hear many people expressing confusion about why the wedding was held here.
Every time this happened, Gu Yun’s white-haired old mother would explain over and over again that this place held great significance for Gu Yun and Lin Xi, that it was their second home.
“Lin Xi is lucky to have such a good husband and mother-in-law…”
Zhong Yi couldn’t help but sigh.
He was mostly familiar with folk customs.
Getting married in a place like this was bound to attract quite a bit of criticism.
Given Lin Xi’s almost fanatical attachment to the lighthouse, Zhong Yi found it easy to guess whose idea it was to hold the wedding here.
The live-stream chat couldn’t help but comment.
【I feel she doesn’t deserve it! Old Master Gu was so good to her, but she never spoke a single heartfelt word!】
【To be honest, I couldn’t stand being with a woman like her for even the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.】
【She has no idea how to appreciate Old Master Gu’s kindness!】
【Too selfish!】
…
“Everyone, I have just as many questions as you do… Let’s keep moving forward.”
Zhong Yi shook his head.
For a long time, he had firmly believed in Lu Ze’s ability to craft illusions.
But this time…
Rarely, he felt a flicker of doubt in his heart.
Maybe, as the chat said, Lu Ze’s story this time had gone off the rails?
“I don’t see the two of them…”
Qin Li’en looked around but didn’t spot Gu Yun or Lin Xi in the crowd.
The important memory fragments were with them, but the two weren’t panicked. They headed straight up the hill.
Sure enough, Gu Yun and Lin Xi were leaning against the lighthouse’s stone wall, gazing up at the starry sky together.
It was the night before their wedding.
That night, they named the lighthouse “Anya.”
That night, the two danced and sang all night at the top of the tower.
That night, the evening breeze was sweet.
…
Soon, it was the next day.
“First bow to Heaven and Earth!”
“Second bow to the parents!”
…
Amid the blessings of the crowd, Gu Yun and Lin Xi clumsily completed the ceremony and tied the knot before the lighthouse.
The wedding feast was held at the foot of the hill.
Cups clinked back and forth.
The old mother wiped her tears as she hugged Lin Xi and Gu Yun. After drinking a toast of blessing, she was about to leave.
“Alright, don’t forget to go toast your Uncle Wen later… He saved your life when you were little.”
Before leaving, she smiled and waved at Gu Yun, saying:
“Treat your girl well, Xiao Feng.”
At the table sat Gu Yun’s old friends. Zhang Peng immediately looked surprised and asked Gu Yun:
“Why do they call you Xiao Feng?”
“Uh, my grandfather’s name was Feng. He passed away before I was born… Mom misses him a lot, so she uses Xiao Feng as my nickname.”
Gu Yun explained slowly.
The memory space froze again.
“Poor Old Master Gu… Everyone around him leaves one after another…”
Zhong Yi sighed.
Urged on by Qin Li’en, the two began to gather dream power and memory fragments.
People came and went at the wedding feast, but most were only silhouettes without clear features.
Qin Li’en had explained this before: because the entire dream world was built on Gu Yun’s memories.
Those whom the old man had only met once were blurry in his memory and thus appeared as vague silhouettes.
“Huh? This person isn’t a silhouette… but I haven’t seen him before, either.”
At another table, Zhong Yi noticed a middle-aged stranger.
【Wen Qingyun: A friend of Gu Yun’s mother; seems to have saved Gu Yun’s life once.】
“I found a memory fragment… Zhong Junior, what’s wrong?”
Qin Li’en’s faint voice came to his ears.
Zhong Yi stared at the mark beneath Wen Qingyun’s cheek and frowned.
It gave him a strange sense of déjà vu.
“Nothing, I’m coming over.”
Zhong Yi shook his head, not pursuing it further, and followed Qin Li’en’s voice down the hill.
This memory fragment was a poor rabbit trampled to death by an earth dragon.
“This memory fragment… Is it a dead rabbit?”
Zhong Yi looked in surprise at the poor rabbit, completely flattened, and remarked maliciously:
“Do you think, later, Lin Xi might attribute an unhappy marriage to this unlucky rabbit she stepped on the day of her wedding? So… she folds paper rabbits every day?”
“I don’t know, but it has nothing to do with our task.”
Qin Li’en shook her head.
“Right… The rabbit, or Lin Xi—what does it have to do with going to the Moon Realm?”
Zhong Yi agreed.
The two injected five units of dream power into the memory fragment.
The next memory began on a vast grassland.
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
