Lu Qianqian did not answer Ji Wushuang’s question.
She simply stared at her with bloodshot eyes.
Ji Wushuang didn’t seem to care.
She glanced at her wristwatch.
"Warm-up. Ten minutes."
"Then, we begin today’s training."
Lu Qianqian remained silent.
She would use her silence to protest against Ms. Ji!
She wanted Ji Wushuang to know she wasn’t someone to be pushed around!
After completing the warm-up under Ji Wushuang’s guidance, Ji Wushuang took the lead in running.
Her pace wasn’t fast.
But it was as steady as a precision machine.
Lu Qianqian followed behind, gritting her teeth.
Less than a kilometer in, her lungs felt like they were about to explode.
Her throat burned as if lined with blades.
Her legs trembled, weak and unsteady.
She wanted to stop.
She wanted to collapse on the ground and tell this devil she was done.
But then she told herself—I refuse to admit defeat!
She fixed her gaze on the slender yet unwavering figure ahead of her.
A surge of unwillingness rose in her heart.
Why?
Why is this woman so strong?
And why am I so weak?
She wanted to be stronger.
At the very least, strong enough to keep up with Ji Wushuang’s pace.
That thought was like a spark.
A faint flame ignited in her nearly exhausted body.
She began adjusting her breathing.
Mimicking Ji Wushuang’s rhythm.
Inhale every three steps. Exhale every three steps.
She stopped thinking about how far was left.
She just focused on Ji Wushuang’s heels.
Step by step, she followed.
Sweat blurred her vision.
But she didn’t stop.
When the final kilometer ended, Lu Qianqian collapsed onto the grass.
She felt like she had died.
But she knew she had survived.
She had run five kilometers—on sheer willpower.
Ji Wushuang walked over.
Handed Lu Qianqian a bottle of warm water.
And a clean towel.
"You did well."
Ji Wushuang’s voice was as calm as ever.
But to Lu Qianqian, those four words sounded sweeter than any praise she’d ever heard.
She gulped down the water greedily.
For the first time, she felt an unfamiliar sense of fulfillment.
In the afternoon, Lu Qianqian, dressed in workout clothes, stood on the garden lawn.
Under the stern guidance of Ji Wushuang, she drilled through basic physical training.
Sweat soaked her forehead, her delicate face now pale, her legs quivering.
But her eyes no longer held the spoiled willfulness of before—instead, they burned with stubborn determination.
When Lou Mengling rushed back from Qingzhou, this was the scene she witnessed.
She couldn’t help but resent Ji Wushuang for "mistreating" her daughter.
But Lu Qianqian spoke first.
"Mom, it’s not Ms. Ji’s fault. I asked for this."
Leaning into her mother’s warm embrace, drawing comfort she hadn’t felt in so long, her voice remained firm.
"I don’t want to be a clueless doll anymore."
Lou Mengling froze.
Staring at the unfamiliar resolve—an adult’s resolve—on her daughter’s face, her heart ached with mixed emotions.
…
Over the next two weeks,
The Lu family estate transformed into a high-intensity, militarized training camp.
Every morning, a six-kilometer run—rain or shine.
Lu Qianqian went from half-running, half-walking,
To barely keeping up with Ji Wushuang’s pace.
Mornings were for combat training.
Ji Wushuang didn’t teach her flashy moves.
Only the simplest, deadliest strikes.
Eye-gouging, throat-locking, groin-kicking.
How to turn anything nearby into a weapon.
Hairpins, pens, high heels.
"Remember, your goal isn’t to defeat your enemy."
Ji Wushuang effortlessly locked a 1.8-meter-tall Lu family security guard in a chokehold, pinning him to the ground as she spoke.
The guard, sent by Lu Chenyuan as a "training partner,"
Now red-faced and humiliated, tapped the ground in surrender.
"Your goal is to create chaos—and a chance to escape."
"Attack with everything you have. Run like your life depends on it."
Lu Qianqian watched the burly man, helpless under Ji Wushuang’s grip.
Watched Ji Wushuang’s face, as calm as if she’d done nothing more than tie her shoelaces.
And for the first time, she truly understood what "strength" meant.
Afternoons were for wilderness survival.
In a training ground nestled in the northern outskirts of Jingzhou’s forests,
Ji Wushuang taught her how to navigate,
How to find clean water,
How to start a fire with the simplest tools,
How to distinguish edible plants from deadly mushrooms.
Lu Qianqian, a young lady who couldn’t tell rice from wheat,
Now learned to recognize the plants and trees she’d never noticed before.
She studied hard.
Because Ji Wushuang warned her:
"In the wild, every wrong bite could be your last."
Lu Qianqian groaned in exhaustion.
Every night, she felt like she’d been disassembled and reassembled.
Every muscle in her body ached.
More than once, she wanted to quit.
But whenever that thought arose, Ji Wushuang’s unwavering gaze would appear before her.
And so, she gritted her teeth and pushed on.
Her persistence surprised Ji Wushuang.
This porcelain doll had far more resilience than she’d expected.
Occasionally, Ji Wushuang would offer a few extra words.
"Your core is still weak. Do more planks."
"Don’t hesitate when you strike. Hesitation kills."
"This trap is decent. But the camouflage needs work."
These weren’t compliments.
Yet they became Lu Qianqian’s greatest motivation.
Two weeks passed in a flash.
Only one day of training remained.
That afternoon, Lu Qianqian was supposed to rest.
Lou Mengling had rushed over,
Bringing her daughter’s favorite sweets and snacks,
Hoping she could finally relax.
Everyone expected Lu Qianqian to sleep the day away.
Or book a spa day to soothe her exhaustion.
But to everyone’s surprise,
She refused her mother’s arrangements.
Instead, she changed into casual clothes.
Then, to Ji Wushuang, she said:
"Wushuang-jie, could you take me somewhere?"
"Where?" Ji Wushuang asked.
"Chunfeng Community."
Ji Wushuang was taken aback.
But she didn’t ask questions.
"Alright."
The car didn’t head to the city’s bustling shopping centers.
Instead, it turned into Jingzhou’s old district, stopping at a worn-down community.
The car parked in front of a community canteen.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
