Chen Shuo decided to get up and draw all the curtains tightly shut, blocking out the moonlight from outside. He also turned off all the lights in the room.
In the pitch darkness, unable to see Su Xiyan's stunningly beautiful face, Chen Shuo felt his heart might be able to find some peace. A calm mind was what he needed!
Chen Shuo lay down on the sofa, listening to Su Xiyan's familiar breathing from inside the room. It took him a long, long time to finally fall asleep.
Taking advantage of someone in a vulnerable state was something Chen Shuo disdained to do. More importantly, he had made up his mind that for this particular matter, he wanted Su Xiyan to be the one to come begging him.
How could he give up halfway on something he had already decided?
Imagining Su Xiyan pleading with him, Chen Shuo felt that this momentary torment was well worth it.
Fortunately, he was already exhausted, so he slept quite deeply through the night.
The next day, it was well past noon when Chen Shuo finally woke up to a tingling sensation.
Opening his eyes, he saw a pale face hovering above him. Chen Shuo was so startled that he immediately snapped awake, practically leaping off the sofa in a single bound.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Su Xiyan with a face mask on.
"Holy crap!"
"You scared me to death!"
Chen Shuo patted his chest, still shaken.
Su Xiyan was wearing a white bathrobe, her hair wrapped in a white towel, her entire body exuding a refreshing fragrance. She was slightly damp, likely having just finished a shower.
On her face was a white sheet mask, concealing her exquisite features but still leaving her perfect contours visible, which remained captivating.
In her hand, she held a facial beauty device.
The massaging head of the beauty device was emitting a buzzing vibration sound.
The tingling sensation Chen Shuo had felt on his face was probably from Su Xiyan using the beauty device to massage his face.
Chen Shuo's sudden jump had also startled Su Xiyan.
"Chen Shuo, be careful! My face mask almost fell off," Su Xiyan said, readjusting her sheet mask in front of the mirror to make it fit snugly again.
"It's Monday today. We only took one day off, so we need to head back early this afternoon," she continued. "I have a pile of things waiting for me to deal with at the student club."
Chen Shuo thought about it. From arriving in Yu Hua City last Friday until today, it had already been three days.
Three days, yet why did it feel like such a long time had passed? It felt so prolonged! Probably because so many things had happened.
Chen Shuo sat back down on the sofa, his gaze somewhat dazed.
Su Xiyan, thinking Chen Shuo was too tired, continued, "The elders are hosting a banquet in the ballroom at noon. Seeing how exhausted you were, I didn't wake you up for it."
"Go freshen up. Once you're ready, we'll head back to Su City."
"I've already made your excuses to the elders."
For the first time, Chen Shuo felt that Su Xiyan could be quite considerate.
Although he was usually socially adept, this time he was truly fatigued and really didn't want to attend any banquets.
Standing up, Chen Shuo went to get ready to freshen up. As he passed by Su Xiyan, he bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Su Xiyan had just removed her face mask and felt a warm sensation on her forehead.
Her heart melted, but her words came out sharp: "Chen Shuo! You haven't even brushed your teeth yet!"
Chen Shuo retorted, "If I had brushed my teeth, I wouldn't have bothered kissing you! Now I've got a mouthful of face mask!"
"Ptooey!"
Su Xiyan's face darkened. "...At least try to make your act believable. I had already taken off the mask!"
Chen Shuo's gaze focused on Su Xiyan's fair face. "No wonder your skin looks so amazing right after a face mask. I feel like kissing you a couple more times. I could never get tired of it."
Su Xiyan was already lost in Chen Shuo's flattery, a hint of blush appearing on her cheeks.
Just as she was about to respond to Chen Shuo, she realized he had already slipped into the bathroom.
How annoying!
Chen Shuo always did this, teasing and then running away!
Su Xiyan mentally wrote down three words - Chen the scumbag!
After finishing his grooming and packing up their luggage, Chen Shuo left the room they had stayed in for three nights with Su Xiyan.
Although Su Xiyan had already made their excuses, Chen Shuo's upbringing told him he should go say goodbye to the elders in person.
With a simple farewell, Chen Shuo once again increased his favorability in the eyes of Su Xiyan's family elders.
In the eyes of the Su family, Chen Shuo had already become their future son-in-law. In fact, he seemed even more important than Su Xiyan herself.
Especially Su Xiyan's grandmother, who specifically instructed Su Xiyan not to bully Chen Shuo and to treat him well.
Under the watchful eyes of the Su family, Chen Shuo and Su Xiyan drove away from the resort hotel in the white AMG.
In the car, Chen Shuo let out a long sigh of relief. "These three days felt like going through a tribulation. It's finally over."
Su Xiyan, sitting in the passenger seat, reached out to pinch Chen Shuo's cheek. "In just three short days, you've successfully pushed me out of my position."
"Now, in the eyes of everyone in my family, it seems like you're the real child."
Chen Shuo adopted a haughty attitude as if it were only natural: "From now on, you'd better be nicer to me, more considerate, you hear?"
"This is what Grandma instructed, you know? If you don't listen, I can't guarantee that the next time we see Grandma, this mouth of mine won't tattle on you."
Su Xiyan remained unperturbed, raising an eyebrow in an attractive arc:
"Don't worry, before you can tattle, I have ten thousand ways to make sure you can't utter a single word."
Chen Shuo: "..."
Forget it, better not to provoke her!
The return journey on the highway would take several hours.
Su Xiyan, sitting in the passenger seat, kept fidgeting like a restless little rabbit, occasionally bouncing around.
Now that they had met each other's parents, what came next should follow naturally, right?
Chen Shuo, while driving, suddenly remembered to ask, "Why isn't your dad coming back to Su City with us?"
"Hasn't he become the chief of the Demon Hunters in Su City?"
Su Xiyan was also puzzled: "I don't know!"
"He said he still had some unfinished business, so he wouldn't be returning with us."
"But from what I could tell, my dad seemed quite nervous. So, he probably has some major issue he needs to handle personally."
Chen Shuo confidently stated, "What could possibly make your dad nervous? He's a Platinum Tier 3 Demon Hunter! Just a step away from reaching the Legendary realm! Besides, if there really was some thorny problem, why not tell me? I'm here, after all!"
Looking at Chen Shuo, whose tail seemed to be wagging sky-high with pride, Su Xiyan couldn't help but tease, "My dad is a Demon Hunter, and you're a vampire. Never mind helping my dad, you'd better worry about protecting yourself first!"
"We're going back to Su City, and the Demon Hunters there aren't as easy-going as those in Yu Hua City."
Chen Shuo didn't take it to heart at all. No one knew that he had already reached the realm of Demon Saint!
Moreover, with the support of his system, what could possibly threaten him, Chen Shuo?

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.”

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?"

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?"