Not long after the wedding ceremony at Jingzhou University's small auditorium, Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang indeed followed Lu Chenyuan's "order" and enjoyed a brief yet peaceful honeymoon.
Like all newlywed couples, they traveled, watched movies, strolled through streets, and went shopping. Su Yang made every effort to immerse Lu Ruoxi into the rhythm of ordinary life.
However, for Lu Ruoxi, the torrent of her thoughts could not be easily paused.
Perhaps, it could not be paused at all.
Maybe the moment Lu Chenyuan found Lu Ruoxi in Anhe County, her fate had already veered onto another trajectory—one destined for solitude.
As soon as the honeymoon ended, she practically rushed back to the laboratory.
Su Yang, as always, stayed by her side.
He understood that this lab was where his wife truly found peace.
Still, Su Yang relayed the news to Lu Chenyuan at the first opportunity.
Lu Chenyuan felt both helpless and concerned.
He worried that his sister would once again slip into that sleepless, almost self-destructive state.
Thus, Lu Chenyuan decided to visit the lab in person.
On a sunny afternoon, the super-dad Lu Chenyuan brought Lu Shi'an to Lu Ruoxi's laboratory.
He wanted to gently remind her that life was not just about code and formulas.
A sleek black "Limitless" electric car glided silently down the tree-lined path before coming to a smooth stop in front of a building.
Yuanlong Technology Research Institute, Artificial Intelligence Laboratory.
Lu Chenyuan unbuckled his seatbelt and glanced back.
In the child safety seat behind him, Lu Shi'an had already fallen asleep, a faint smile lingering on his little face as if he were dreaming something sweet.
Leaning over, Lu Chenyuan carefully lifted his son into his arms.
The little one shifted slightly, nestling into a comfortable position before continuing his slumber.
Lu Chenyuan moved with deliberate gentleness, his face softening in a way even he didn’t notice.
The lab’s glass doors slid open automatically.
Su Yang was already waiting at the entrance.
Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, he exuded a clean, refreshing aura.
Time had smoothed away the youthful naivety from his eyes, leaving behind a steady, warm gaze.
Spotting Lu Chenyuan, he quickly stepped forward.
"Brother," he greeted naturally.
When his eyes landed on Lu Shi'an in Lu Chenyuan’s arms, his expression softened further.
"Asleep?" he whispered.
"Yeah, just dozed off," Lu Chenyuan replied with a smile. "Where’s Ruoxi?"
"Inside," Su Yang gestured toward the depths of the lab. "She seems to have… entered her zone these past few days."
Su Yang’s choice of words was peculiar.
He didn’t say she was busy or tackling a difficult problem.
Instead, he said she had "entered her zone."
Lu Chenyuan nodded in understanding.
Su Yang led him further in, passing through several layers of strict security checkpoints before the space suddenly opened up.
This didn’t look like a traditional laboratory.
It was more like a futuristic hall of thought.
A vast, high-ceilinged expanse with pristine white walls.
No tangled wires, no mountains of equipment.
Just rows upon rows of sleek black server arrays emitting a soft blue glow.
The only sound in the air was the low, rhythmic hum of the servers’ liquid cooling systems, like the ebb and flow of tides.
Dozens of researchers were scattered across different sections.
No one spoke.
The entire space was punctuated only by the occasional clatter of keyboards.
Each person was immersed in their own world, engaged in silent yet fiercely intense battles with code, data, and logic.
At the very heart of the lab stood an enormous data screen that spanned nearly an entire wall.
On it, a waterfall of data streamed endlessly.
Before the screen, a slender figure in a white lab coat stood motionless, like a statue communing with the universe.
It was Lu Ruoxi.
Lu Chenyuan slowed his steps.
He didn’t approach to disturb her.
Su Yang wheeled over a reclining-style baby crib.
Lu Chenyuan carefully placed Lu Shi'an inside.
Only then did he walk over to Lu Ruoxi, following her gaze toward the cascading data.
This wasn’t simple code—it was an intricate tapestry of symbols and formulas he couldn’t begin to comprehend.
They pulsed, combined, and evolved on the screen with an uncanny rhythm, like a logical lifeform birthing itself.
After what felt like an eternity, Lu Ruoxi finally seemed to notice Lu Chenyuan’s presence.
"Brother, you’re here," she said, her eyes still fixed on the screen, though her voice carried a trace of quiet delight.
"Yeah," Lu Chenyuan replied. "Came to check on you."
"Didn’t I tell you to rest a little longer? The development of 'Kaitian' isn’t something that needs to be rushed."
He hesitated before asking, "I saw the news. 'Feng Mang' and 'Prometheus' are making aggressive moves. Are you under a lot of pressure here?"
Lu Ruoxi seemed to process his words slowly.
"I’m not rushing 'Kaitian’s' progress," she said.
"And… pressure?" She repeated the word, tilting her head slightly as if puzzled.
"No, brother."
"That’s not pressure."
"That’s a gift… one I’ve been waiting for."
Lu Chenyuan was taken aback.
"A gift?"
"Yes." Lu Ruoxi’s eyes seemed to gleam faintly.
She walked over to a massive whiteboard nearby, covered in a complex neural network diagram.
"'Kaitian,' 'Feng Mang,' 'Prometheus'—the three of us are essentially doing the same thing."
"Making this neural network deeper, broader, more intricate."
"Like three top-tier race car drivers pushing the limits of internal combustion engines to the very edge of physical laws on the same track."
She looked at Lu Chenyuan earnestly as she explained,
"Their relentless pursuit has shown me the finish line of this path."
"No matter how fast we run on this classical computing track, it has an end. All we can do is approach it infinitely, but we’ll never break through."
Lu Ruoxi spoke at a measured pace, yet every word carried weight.
She didn’t sound like a scientist caught in the throes of a corporate battle.
She was more like a seeker of truth who had glimpsed a higher revelation within the halls of science.
To her, competition wasn’t a zero-sum game—it was a beacon illuminating the limits of the road beneath her feet.
Lu Ruoxi no longer needed anyone to shield her from the storm.
She had become the sky itself, vast enough to embrace both wind and rain.
"So, you’ve found a new track?" Lu Chenyuan asked.
"I have," Lu Ruoxi nodded.
She didn’t elaborate further.
Instead, she led him into a smaller, private office nearby.
This was her personal space.
Every wall was covered in electronic whiteboards, and the floor was strewn with piles of handwritten notes.
The whiteboards and papers were filled with dense, meticulously derived formulas.
They were written in a mathematical language even more primal and abstract than the symbols on the data screen outside.
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?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
