"You think I'm being too much? But... wasn't it you who seduced me?" Ling Wanbai countered, her eyes glinting with amusement, the corners of her lips curling into a faintly bewitching smile.
Little Wei was momentarily dazed.
No way.
She couldn’t let herself be tempted by an orange—yet she instinctively swallowed hard.
Gulp—
No, no.
Little Wei shook her head frantically, trying to step back, but Ling Wanbai didn’t let go.
Thud—
Both of them tumbled to the ground.
Little Wei felt a sharp pain in her chest, and when she looked up to see Ling Wanbai’s fluffy hair, she nearly lost her breath.
She was completely knocked senseless.
On top of that, her double-S physique in this world already made certain things a burden, and getting slammed like this without anything breaking was practically a miracle.
"Get off me," Little Wei hissed, her face contorted in pain.
But in the heat of the moment, Ling Wanbai suddenly bit down, leaving Little Wei paralyzed on the spot.
For a split second, Little Wei wanted to curse out loud.
Her whole body went weak—all because of that one bite.
Did Ling Wanbai not realize some things weren’t meant to be tasted so casually?
"Ah, sorry." Ling Wanbai quickly got up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes before glancing at Little Wei, who was rubbing her sore spot.
Ling Wanbai raised an eyebrow, studying her with a strange look.
"It hurts," Little Wei explained awkwardly, slowing her movements.
Wait—why was she embarrassed? What was wrong with being in pain?
These were her own body parts, and she was undeniably a girl—what was wrong with comforting herself?
With that thought, Little Wei sat up abruptly and let out a long yawn.
"I'm going to sleep."
She was genuinely exhausted.
Ling Wanbai didn’t argue. With a wave of her hand, she conjured a blanket and spread it over the slightly warm ground.
"No bed, so we’ll have to make do here."
"Fine by me." Little Wei was dead tired—whatever was going on with Li Luoyi could wait.
Sleep came first.
She took the blanket from Ling Wanbai, quickly laid it out, then rolled into it, hugging the warmth close.
"Days like these... really aren’t so bad."
"What?" Ling Wanbai asked.
But before she could get an answer, Little Wei’s head hit the makeshift pillow, and she was out cold, her breathing slow and steady.
Ling Wanbai: "..."
Was Little Wei saying she wanted things to stay like this?
Ling Wanbai didn’t mind the idea—except they’d probably starve to death.
In the system space, Little Nailuo stayed silent, watching Si from afar.
She didn’t quite understand what was happening—maybe because she’d never been in love?
Then again, she was only a few hundred years old. What did she know about romance?
"Little Nailuo," Ling Wanbai suddenly spoke.
"Huh?" Little Nailuo blinked.
She hadn’t been playing games just now!
"How would you define... 'heartbeat'?" Ling Wanbai’s voice carried a trace of confusion.
Having absorbed so many emotions at once, Si was struggling to untangle her own thoughts and feelings.
"Uh... I don’t know. But I can treat a myocardial infarction." The question had clearly hit a blind spot in Little Nailuo’s expertise.
Ling Wanbai: "..."
Why did talking to Little Nailuo feel like casting pearls before swine?
Probably not her imagination.
"You’ve guided so many hosts. How do you not understand emotions?" Ling Wanbai was genuinely exasperated.
"Not really. Mostly, it’s just about the guy being hot and the girl being pretty. Plus, my hosts were all kind of arrogant—they never let me get a word in, boohoo."
For a moment, Ling Wanbai almost felt sorry for her—until those last three syllables snuffed out all sympathy.
Unbelievable.
"Whatever. I’ll just wait for the staff to finish absorbing."
With Little Wei asleep, Ling Wanbai decided to inspect the mysterious staff.
She stepped out of the aircraft, white ripples forming beneath her feet with each step. To reach the staff, she had to tap into a fraction of her power.
Walking on air.
She circled the staff several times, but since it was still absorbing energy, she couldn’t just grab it.
This thing had an insatiable appetite—devouring an entire planet’s worth of life force wasn’t enough.
Ling Wanbai almost wondered if it was the legendary glutton, the Taotie.
No ordinary artifact had such a bottomless hunger.
And there was no sign of slowing down. At this rate, they’d need to visit three or four more planets.
The energy of the Zerg was formidable.
What kind of power would this staff gain from consuming so much?
Lost in thought, Ling Wanbai suddenly noticed the staff twitch—then it began absorbing even faster, swirling vortices forming around it.
She stumbled back in alarm.
What the—?
It’s speeding up?
Before she could react, the staff shot away like an arrow.
Holy—!
Seriously?!
At this rate, it would wipe out the Zerg entirely—more ruthlessly than the extinction of the undead.
The Zerg’s reproductive abilities were unmatched, yet the staff was draining them to the last drop.
"How many more do you need?" Ling Wanbai asked.
After consuming so much Zerg energy, the staff had to have developed some consciousness.
It turned, circling Ling Wanbai once before using its tip to trace a number in the air.
"10."
Ten planets?
That much?
At this point, would it start devouring entire dimensions next?
Ling Wanbai sighed, returning to the aircraft to follow the staff.
Since accelerating its absorption, the staff had grown even more ravenous. These planets were Zerg strongholds, but Ling Wanbai was already dreading how she’d explain to her superiors why a dozen Zerg colonies had vanished after her little trip.
What a headache.
By the time Little Wei woke up, the staff was draining the last planet’s energy, while Ling Wanbai frantically charted their course—they’d strayed far beyond the Federation’s mapped space lanes.
Without a proper record, they’d be lost out here forever.
The Federation would never expect anyone to venture this deep into Zerg territory.
"It’s still not done?!" Little Wei pressed against the glass, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Guess it really is the Taotie," Ling Wanbai muttered, wiping sweat from her brow.
The journey back was going to be a long one.
As they spoke, the staff zipped back, materializing right in front of Little Wei.
Was it just her imagination, or had it grown taller? Its icy-blue surface now shimmered with an ethereal glow, like the depths of a tranquil sea.
Before Little Wei could react, a burst of blue light engulfed her.
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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.”
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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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
