Above the Xianyun Lake,
Under the starry valley, the promise between a boy and a girl unfolded slowly in a phantom image.
“Then we’ll always meet on the moon, you fool!”
When Gu Yun called out with a laugh, the air around Xianyun Lake fell still.
Silence.
A brief silence.
The cultivators who had been discussing the plot found themselves growing speechless as the story progressed.
In just a few minutes of recollection, all the earlier foreshadowing was brought together!
Why was Gu Yun’s wish to go to the Moon Realm?
Because he had promised Lin Xi that if they ever got lost or forgot each other, they would meet on the moon!
Why had Gu Yun forgotten the reason he wanted to go to the Moon Realm?
Because the Forgetfulness Gu had erased his past, including the promise with Lin Xi!
Why had Lin Xi always kept that ugly platypus plush toy, and why had she nearly jumped off the cliff when Gu Yun threw the sandbag away?
Because it was the token of their first meeting!
Why did Lin Xi keep folding blue-and-yellow paper rabbits?
Because these were memories they had created together!
Why did Lin Xi fold paper rabbits over and over? Why did she give up her beautiful long hair and cut it short? Why did she repeatedly ask Gu Yun to describe the paper rabbit?
Because her Ice Heart Bloodline prevented Lin Xi from expressing her inner thoughts, forcing her to clumsily recreate the scene of that night, hoping that Gu Yun might remember the promise of their first meeting!
…
All the lingering doubts from before—each one was foreshadowing.
Like hooks, they lured the cultivators into searching for the truth.
And in the end, every hook turned into a blade.
Piercing into everyone’s heart.
Someone in the crowd sniffled.
Grief spread like an infection among the cultivators.
Everyone’s eyes turned red, and they wiped their tears.
Because everyone knew how cruel the life ahead would be.
“Given Miss Lin’s personality, I’m afraid she’ll come here every year to wait for Gu Yun.”
“What a pity… she’ll never meet him…”
“She has the Ice Heart Bloodline—each time her heart is chilled, it worsens her symptoms, doesn’t it?”
“But even so, when Miss Lin saw Gu Yun again, she still chose to trust him without hesitation…”
“No wonder Gu Yun invited Miss Lin to watch a play, and she hesitated so long… because the last promise had her waiting for ten years.”
“Ten years! How many ten-year spans does a mortal have? And she was still a child—that was practically her whole childhood, wasn’t it?”
“Old Demon Lu indeed lives up to his name—a fiend who toys with hearts! This old man’s eyes are stinging!”
“What do you think, how desperate must Miss Lin’s life have been?”
“She knew everything, yet could say nothing… such torment, such torment!!”
“Elder Guo’s expression doesn’t seem right?”
“If this doesn’t draw a reaction, that’s not ruthlessness—that’s just having no heart at all…”
…
In Guo Yunfeng’s illusion.
As the story unfolded, she felt a faint sense that something was wrong.
She had initially only wanted to satisfy her curiosity, to understand Gu Yun’s past.
After all, there were too many mysteries in Gu Yun’s earlier memories.
But when Lin Xi appeared, an intense feeling rose in her mind—
She had been tricked!
This “love story” in the illusion wasn’t about her and Xu Ci.
It was about Gu Yun and Lin Xi!
Guo Yunfeng realized this and tried to pull away—to ignore it, not to understand, not to listen.
But…
She couldn’t!
The Fear and Love Alignment Array had fully activated; the thirst for knowledge had been carved into her subconscious.
By the time the mystery was about to be solved, she couldn’t escape.
And she sank deeper and deeper…
Her long-frozen emotions burst forth like a flood breaking a dam—
Shock, heartbreak, tears, regret…
Countless tangled emotions surged within her, making her nose sting, causing her to sniffle.
‘No, I can’t cry… I can’t disgrace the Emotionless Sect.’
Guo Yunfeng’s eyes felt sore, but with her warrior's will, she swallowed the feeling down.
‘Close call…’
Guo Yunfeng stared at the pair in front of her—a farewell that was also an eternal goodbye.
The corners of her eyes were faintly red.
Luckily, in the night, no one outside could see clearly.
‘I almost fell for it… almost.’
Guo Yunfeng sighed in relief, still tensing her mind, afraid that even a slight relaxation would make tears spill.
She understood her situation all too well.
She had come just a hair’s breadth away from losing to Lu Ze.
Thankfully, the mystery was solved, and the story should end.
…
…
In the main world of the server.
“What a pity…”
Lu Ze shook his head, feeling a slight regret.
“That old fox still holds out well.”
“Can I act now?”
The remnant of the Heavenly Dao rolled up its sleeves, itching for action.
The challenge of making a slightly capable ant cry without being seen felt fresh to it.
And the deal Lu Ze had offered was sweet enough.
“Not yet—this is just the beginning,” Lu Ze said with a smile.
He had planned this for a long time just to make an Emotionless cultivator weep.
In the first half, the Fear and Love Alignment Array used “curiosity” as an entry point, drawing Guo Yunfeng unsuspectingly into Gu Yun and Lin Xi’s story.
By now, her emotional gate had been opened.
Next, the Fear and Love Alignment Array would guide her emotions toward “sorrow.”
And the story “Going to the Moon Realm” was far from over…
With this combination of moves, even the Grand Elder of the Emotionless Sect would have to shed tears!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
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."
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.
