"I didn’t mean it like that," Little Wei said, exasperated.
If things really escalated to that point, would a man’s innocence even count as innocence anymore?
And given Du Ran’s temperament, there was no guarantee she wouldn’t…
Little Wei shot a sidelong glance at Zhang Yunxiao, feeling a twinge of guilt.
Both of them were UR—who would take the lead and who would follow was anyone’s guess. For all she knew, the one crying in the end might be Zhang Yunxiao himself.
Zhang Yunxiao found Little Wei’s gaze oddly unsettling, making him hesitate.
Flirting was one thing, but sacrificing himself? Absolutely not.
"She’ll definitely take care of you. If she tries anything inappropriate, my advice is to run. Of course, you’ll have to leave the next day too—play hard to get. You know how to do that, right?" Little Wei raised an eyebrow at him.
After a moment’s thought, Zhang Yunxiao agreed.
"Even if it sounds a bit scummy, I’m willing to give it a try."
Zhang Yunxiao understood the stakes. If he didn’t go through with this, the consequences were unimaginable. If the Federation really fell into crisis, he and his family would be doomed.
"This is for the Horde—no, wait, for the Federation," Little Wei said with a saintly smile, patting Zhang Yunxiao’s shoulder.
Zhang Yunxiao nodded.
Little Wei spent a while longer drilling instructions into him before finally sending him off, satisfied.
Ling Wanbai watched Zhang Yunxiao’s retreating figure and turned to Little Wei with a quiet look. "Was it really okay to give him such devious advice?"
Little Wei: ?
"I didn’t! I would never!" Little Wei waved her hands frantically, her face the picture of innocence.
Since when was she the scheming type?
"Fair enough," Ling Wanbai said, her expression softening slightly.
"Huh? Was that a compliment?" Little Wei perked up, tilting her head to look at her.
Admittedly, Ling Wanbai had a clear height advantage. Craning her neck to meet her eyes made Little Wei’s neck ache.
Being short was such a pain.
If she could just be taller in the next world, that’d be perfect.
Ling Wanbai glanced down at her and suddenly scooped her up.
Little Wei’s feet dangled in the air, leaving her squirming uncomfortably.
"Put me down! Do I have no dignity?" Little Wei was fuming.
Was she some kind of rabbit to be picked up and carried around like this?
This was ridiculous.
"You do, but I’d say your dignity isn’t worth much," Ling Wanbai replied with a smirk.
Little Wei: ???
If that was the case, she hoped Ling Wanbai would meet an unfortunate end soon.
After silently sending up that prayer, Little Wei was caught off guard when Ling Wanbai pecked her on the lips.
Her face flushed instantly, and she glared indignantly.
"What are you doing? I’ll have you know I won’t submit to you!" Little Wei declared, her voice loud and stubborn.
"Nothing much. Just giving you a preview of how to teach Zhang Yunxiao to seduce a girl."
As she spoke, Ling Wanbai nudged the door open with her foot.
Wait—
No.
That was completely unrelated!
Before Little Wei could even cry for help, her breath was stolen by the enemy general.
"Mmph…"
A flush spread from the corners of her eyes as sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets.
The air was soon filled with nothing but a weak, kitten-like whimper, enough to make anyone’s ears burn.
When Little Wei woke up later, she kicked Ling Wanbai hard.
Absolutely shameless.
That was the only thought in her mind.
Ling Wanbai slowly opened her eyes, unfazed, and clapped her hands before getting up.
"I’m going to shower first."
"I want to go first!" Little Wei, being closer to the bathroom, dashed in before Ling Wanbai could react.
Ling Wanbai: …
At least put on a dress—or pajamas, if nothing else.
The morals of this world were truly in decline.
Ling Wanbai massaged her temples.
Little Wei’s plan proceeded flawlessly. Du Ran could resist anything—except a drunken butterfly (which was, in fact, Zhang Yunxiao).
Of course, Zhang Yunxiao’s innocence remained intact.
When Little Wei came downstairs, she noticed Du Ran’s mood had improved significantly. She stood beside Zhang Yunxiao, practically vibrating with excitement.
Clearly, she’d been waiting forever for a chance to get close to him.
But the moment Du Ran spotted Little Wei, her expression darkened.
Little Wei didn’t bother engaging. Instead, she grabbed Ling Wanbai’s arm.
"Let’s go buy some fruit."
Little Wei had developed a fondness for the fruits in this interstellar era. She had no idea how they were cultivated, but they almost rivaled the natural produce of ancient times.
"Sure," Ling Wanbai said, glancing at Zhang Yunxiao.
Zhang Yunxiao met their gaze briefly. Though his face was neutral, his eyes screamed misery.
If he could, he’d ditch Du Ran in a heartbeat.
She was driving him insane.
"Yunxiao-ge, let’s get some fruit too!" Du Ran clung to his arm, beaming.
Zhang Yunxiao: …
"Fine."
He’d been locked in a battle of wits with Du Ran for ten days now, and there was still no sign of her connection to the insectoids. If not for her earlier confession, Zhang Yunxiao would’ve suspected Little Wei and Ling Wanbai had tricked him.
"I like you so much!" Du Ran glanced around before suddenly planting a kiss on his cheek.
Zhang Yunxiao: …
No words could capture the internal screaming.
Oh no.
He wanted to die.
At this rate, his innocence wouldn’t last much longer.
He still had to marry someday!
With a hollow laugh, Zhang Yunxiao resigned himself to his fate while Du Ran reveled in her victory.
Meanwhile, Li Luoyi was deeply puzzled.
The plot had changed. In her past life, Zhang Yunxiao had never gotten involved with Du Ran.
This was beyond absurd.
Li Luoyi had no memory of the shadowy entity’s actions while possessing her, so she was utterly lost.
But if Zhang Yunxiao and Du Ran were together now, did that mean the tragedy could be avoided?
A look of relief crossed Li Luoyi’s face.
If so, she didn’t need to worry about them too much—just drop by their apartment occasionally to check if they were fighting.
"I got the feeling Zhang Yunxiao was silently screaming for help earlier," Ling Wanbai remarked, tapping a freshly harvested watermelon to test its ripeness.
Hmm, this one sounded good.
"Did he?" Little Wei recalled Zhang Yunxiao’s expression but couldn’t decipher it—until she saw him and Du Ran enter the same fruit shop.
Few students in the academy could afford fruit, so the shop was empty except for them.
Now, Little Wei could finally read Zhang Yunxiao’s eyes clearly.
They were a full-blown tragedy, tinged with resentment directed at her.
She nearly dropped the melon in her arms.
This mess couldn’t possibly be her fault, right?
Little Wei tilted her head up, staring at the ceiling, then pressed closer to Ling Wanbai.
"What’s wrong?" Ling Wanbai adjusted the melon in her arms and raised a brow.
"I’m scared. He’s totally going to hit me." For once, Little Wei saw Ling Wanbai as a reliable protector—a mighty goose who never lost a fight.
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
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?"
