Originally, Gu Chenan had different arrangements planned for each of the female leads who came to the real world.
For instance, he planned to open a company for Su Qianmo, let Liu Mingrui do what she liked, stay by Kannon's side due to her sensitive personality, and keep Bai Yutian as the household maid as before.
As for little Tang, he hadn't decided yet.
Although Tang Yunjin possessed martial arts skills and medical expertise, she couldn't practice martial arts due to her physical condition. And since her medical skills were in acupuncture, Gu Chenan couldn't exactly have her become an acupuncturist, could he?
So he was still uncertain about his plans for little Tang.
In the main hall.
After Hoshino Kannon dragged Bai Yutian away, only Gu Chenan and little Tang remained.
"Little Tang."
"Hmm? What is it?"
After some thought, Gu Chenan asked, "Is there anything you'd like to do?"
"Do what?"
Hearing this, Tang Yunjin's cheeks suddenly turned red, responding with both shyness and anticipation, "Y-yes, that's fine."
"Huh?"
Gu Chenan was bewildered, completely unsure of what Tang Yunjin meant. "What are you talking about?"
Tang Yunjin bit her lip, her face growing redder as she turned away, saying, "I said... it's... fine."
Seeing Tang Yunjin's shy demeanor, Gu Chenan realized something but decided to tease her: "No, I was asking if there's anything you'd like to do now that you're in the real world. Why are you saying 'it's fine'?"
"Huh?"
Tang Yunjin suddenly turned back, looking at Gu Chenan embarrassedly: "Oh, that... I'm... fine with anything..."
Gu Chenan nodded: "No worries, just let me know whenever you have any ideas."
"Oh."
Tang Yunjin nodded and lowered her head, lost in thought.
Seeing this, Gu Chenan grinned and suddenly picked up Tang Yunjin in a princess carry.
Tang Yunjin was startled, looking at Gu Chenan in shock: "W-what are you doing?"
Gu Chenan smirked: "What do you think?"
"Me?" Tang Yunjin's cheeks reddened again: "I don't know."
Gu Chenan remained silent as he walked, only speaking when they were about to reach the corridor: "Didn't you already agree earlier?"
Hearing this, Tang Yunjin's entire face turned as red as a ripe apple.
...
Over the next few days, Gu Chenan took Tang Yunjin to the hospital to check her condition.
He had hoped that modern medicine could solve the problem, but just like in the novel, all hospital examinations showed everything was normal.
This reminded Gu Chenan that in the novel, Tang Yunjin was ultimately cured by a 200-year-old lingzhi mushroom that Lin Yu had accidentally found.
So these days, Gu Chenan had been inquiring about lingzhi mushrooms everywhere, specifically emphasizing the need for one at least 200 years old.
However, as everyone knows, lingzhi has been considered a treasure in China since ancient times. Even wild ones couldn't possibly survive undiscovered for 200 years.
If such a thing existed, it would only be in primeval forests untouched by humans for 200 years.
So this matter seemed impossible to resolve in the short term, or perhaps ever.
But this wasn't a major problem. After all, in the real world, Tang Yunjin could live safely even without martial arts skills, especially with Gu Chenan's protection, making this issue relatively insignificant.
Now, only Fang Yuanyuan hadn't arrived yet.
But it wouldn't be long.
Gu Chenan had already made preparations for Fang Yuanyuan's arrival.
He had organized a grand anime convention in downtown Shanghai, having contacted all the famous cosplayers across the country.
They would all arrive the day after Fang Yuanyuan's arrival.
Besides cosplay, Fang Yuanyuan's other interest was gaming, so Gu Chenan had also renovated one of the mansion's rooms into an e-sports room.
After completing all these preparations, Gu Chenan waited for Fang Yuanyuan's arrival.
Soon, that day came.
In the afternoon, with a gentle breeze blowing and cicadas chirping.
Sunlight fell across the bed, emanating a pleasant warmth, making the heated mattress as inviting as a maiden's embrace.
Gu Chenan, who was supposed to be waiting for Fang Yuanyuan's arrival, had fallen fast asleep on the bed.
He didn't even notice when a bright light filled the room and Fang Yuanyuan appeared.
Fang Yuanyuan looked around, confused for a few seconds, a bewildered expression on her face.
But this confusion vanished when she saw Gu Chenan sleeping soundly on the bed.
As an experienced anime fan, she quickly understood the situation.
She had perhaps truly crossed over to another world.
Then, she stepped forward, walking through the carpet of sunlight by the bed, her shadow blocking the light, casting her silhouette on Gu Chenan's bed.
Like some sacred ritual, Fang Yuanyuan gazed at Gu Chenan for a long time, then bent down slightly and gave him a gentle kiss.
Gu Chenan's eyes flew open instantly, seeing Fang Yuanyuan, backlit by the noon sun that gave her silhouette a golden outline, smiling at him.
"Yuanyuan?"
Gu Chenan sat up quickly, explaining: "I was planning to wait for you in the room, but somehow fell asleep. I had no idea when you arrived. How long have you been here? Not too long, I hope?"
Seeing Gu Chenan's explanatory manner, Fang Yuanyuan chuckled, throwing herself into his embrace and holding his waist: "Not long."
Then, looking up, she asked: "So, have I crossed over to another world now?"
Gu Chenan hesitated: "Uh... technically, this is the real world."
Fang Yuanyuan shook her head with a content smile: "It makes no difference to me."
"Why?"
Gu Chenan was puzzled.
Fang Yuanyuan didn't answer, just gave him a knowing look before releasing him from her embrace.
Then, like an anime protagonist having a chuunibyou moment, Fang Yuanyuan stood by the window with her hands on her hips, gazing at the distant scenery: "Now then, let me begin to uncover the hidden secrets of this world!"
Gu Chenan: "......"
After being speechless for a moment, Gu Chenan got up from the bed and said: "There's an anime convention tomorrow, all the cosplayers will be there. Want to go?"
Fang Yuanyuan paused, turned around with furrowed brows.
"N-no, my cosplay isn't presentable enough..."
Although Fang Yuanyuan had previously posted her cosplay photos on a small website, they were more like glamour shots than proper cosplay. So when she heard "convention," she thought Gu Chenan wanted her to dress like that at the event.
"No, no."
Gu Chenan quickly shook his head. He had seen Fang Yuanyuan's photos.
Good grief, if you went out dressed like that, the police would arrest you immediately.
That would be straight-up exhibitionism.
Gu Chenan smiled: "I meant for you to attend the convention, not perform at it."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Fang Yuanyuan brightened up and nodded: "That's more like it!"
Then, she added with slight dissatisfaction: "But wait, shouldn't you be introducing me to how this other world differs from the original one when I first arrive? Why are you immediately inviting me to a convention?"
"I told you, it's the real world," Gu Chenan shook his head helplessly.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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)
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?"
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.”
