Lu Chenyuan and Mo Qingli instinctively looked up.
A snowmobile, riderless and out of control like a wild beast, was hurtling toward them at a terrifying speed—straight at Mo Qingli!
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Mo Qingli’s pupils contracted sharply; she had no time to react.
The shadow of death loomed over her.
"Look out!" A furious roar erupted.
Lu Chenyuan’s body moved faster than his mind.
Acting purely on instinct, he threw himself at Mo Qingli with all his strength, shoving her violently aside.
"Thud!"
Mo Qingli tumbled into the snow, unharmed.
But Lu Chenyuan took the full impact of the out-of-control snowmobile.
The force of the collision sent him flying over the platform’s railing, plummeting down the steep cliffside!
"Lu Chenyuan!"
Mo Qingli’s scream tore through the air.
She scrambled to her feet and rushed to the railing, watching in horror as Lu Chenyuan’s body tumbled down the icy slope, disappearing into the vast white expanse below.
Alive or dead—unknown.
Time seemed to freeze.
Mo Qingli’s mind went blank.
Seconds later, an overwhelming wave of fear, cold and suffocating, crashed over her.
Her heart felt as if an invisible hand had clenched it tight.
The pain stole her breath.
How could this happen?
Just moments ago, the man who had been laughing beside her, clumsily learning to ski with her.
The man who had quietly taken care of everything for her.
The man who, in the face of danger, had pushed her aside without hesitation—choosing death for himself.
He…
No!
Mo Qingli shook her head violently.
She couldn’t panic.
Absolutely not.
From birth, she had been molded by elite education.
Calmness was ingrained in her bones.
She forced herself to take deep breaths, willing herself to stay composed.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone, but she dialed the ski resort’s rescue team with precision.
"Accident at Platform B7 on the main slope! Someone’s fallen off the cliff! Send a helicopter and the best rescue team immediately! Now!"
Her voice carried the weight of an unshakable command.
After hanging up, she immediately called Lin Yuan.
"Lu Chenyuan’s been hit by a snowmobile and fell off the cliff. Lock down the resort and detain the snowmobile’s owner. Find out if this was an accident—or murder."
With her orders given, Mo Qingli turned her gaze back to the cliff where Lu Chenyuan had disappeared.
No.
She couldn’t just wait here.
She glanced at the steep, untamed slope below—a wilderness of jagged rocks and hidden crevasses.
Going down there was a death wish.
But Mo Qingli didn’t hesitate.
She quickly adjusted her ski bindings to their tightest setting.
Then, taking a deep breath, she leaped.
Down the cliff she went.
She would find him.
Alive or dead.
If he was gone…
She would turn the entire country of Y upside down.
Everyone involved would pay with their lives.
As she plummeted, one thought burned clear in her mind:
She had fallen in love with this man.
So deeply that she would risk everything for him.
……
Cold.
Bone-chilling cold.
Lu Chenyuan felt as if he’d been thrown into an ice cellar, every inch of his body screaming in pain.
He forced his eyes open to a blinding white expanse.
He lay in a snowdrift.
During his fall, he’d been lucky—a fallen pine tree had broken his descent, absorbing most of the impact.
Otherwise, he’d be dead.
He tried to move, but a searing pain shot through his left leg.
Looking down, he saw his calf twisted at an unnatural angle.
Broken.
Worse, he could feel something sticky.
Bleeding? His thick ski suit kept the blood from seeping out, but the injury was severe.
Lu Chenyuan knew he had to act fast.
In subzero temperatures, blood loss and hypothermia would kill him quickly.
The only silver lining? Aside from his leg, the rest of his body seemed intact.
Gritting his teeth, he tore off his scarf and tied it tightly around his thigh as a makeshift tourniquet.
Surveying his surroundings, he found himself in a steep ravine.
His phone, damaged in the crash, wouldn’t turn on.
Shouting aimlessly would only waste energy.
He had to conserve his strength.
Looking up, he could just make out the outline of the platform’s railing far above.
Mo Qingli was safe.
That was enough.
He trusted she’d send help.
His job now was to survive.
To hold on until rescue came.
Using his hands, he dug into the snow, carving out a crude shelter to block the wind.
Back when he’d worked in rural poverty alleviation, an old hunter had taught him survival skills. Who knew they’d save his life today?
As his consciousness began to fade, a sound cut through the silence—the sharp scrape of skis against snow.
Growing louder.
Lu Chenyuan lifted his head weakly.
A figure in blue descended the slope with expert precision, cutting through the blinding white like a beacon in the dark.
Mo Qingli.
She’d come for him herself.
This reckless woman!
His heart swelled with equal parts gratitude and fury.
In moments, she reached him.
At the sight of his leg, her face paled.
But she didn’t cry. Didn’t panic.
Instead, she knelt in the snow, her trembling hand gently cupping his face.
"You’re alive," she whispered, her voice raw with relief.
"Hard to kill," he managed a weak smile. "But you—what were you thinking? Trying to get yourself killed?"
Mo Qingli met his gaze and suddenly grinned. "I’m Mo Qingli. A slope like this? Not nearly enough to take me down."
The lie stung him more than his injuries.
After a pause, he thought silently, You fool.
Soon, both regained their composure.
"Don’t worry. Help’s on the way," Mo Qingli assured him.
She sat beside Lu Chenyuan, careful not to jostle his injuries, and used her phone’s satellite function to send Lin Yuan their coordinates.
Before long, the roar of an engine echoed from above.
A red-and-white rescue helicopter appeared above the valley.
Help had finally arrived.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
