An Xiaowei had no idea she had caught the attention of a dangerous individual.
Because her current situation was rather awkward.
After leaving the hotpot restaurant, Ning Moqing hadn’t said a word the entire way back. Her eyes were cold and unreadable, as if lost in thought.
An Xiaowei trailed behind her, and by the time they reached the doorstep, her stomach no longer felt as bloated.
"Moqing-jie," An Xiaowei called out as soon as they entered, tilting her head in confusion at Ning Moqing, who was blocking the doorway.
"Don’t call me that," Ning Moqing murmured, her expression hidden beneath lowered lashes.
An Xiaowei: "..."
So she was being rejected now?
Got it. The love was gone. Time to leave.
Not that there had ever been any love to begin with.
Once Ning Moqing stepped inside, she grabbed a change of clothes and headed straight for the bathroom. The sound of running water soon echoed from behind the closed door. Only then did An Xiaowei realize—
Oh no. Trouble.
She pressed herself against the door, scratching at it with her fingers, legs twisted together in an odd stance.
"Ning Moqing! Ning Moqing!"
The person inside paused, the sound of water softening slightly before a patient voice responded.
"You don’t actually want to come in here with me, do you? Not happening."
An Xiaowei: "..."
"No, I need to use the toilet."
Ning Moqing: "..."
She glanced at the bath towel hanging nearby, silent for a long moment before drying herself off, wrapping the towel around her body, and throwing on an outer robe to open the door for An Xiaowei.
There was no helping it. To avoid the irritating sight of Xu Ya, Ning Moqing had specifically banished her to the master bedroom—which had its own bathroom—but that room was usually locked when unused.
"Come in," Ning Moqing said impassively.
An Xiaowei, having genuinely drunk too much earlier, rushed to the toilet. Her hands had just reached for her waistband when she noticed Ning Moqing standing motionless beside her.
"..."
"You… don’t actually want to watch me use the toilet, do you?" An Xiaowei lifted her gaze to stare at Ning Moqing.
Who knew this person could be so shameless?
She had truly misjudged Ning Moqing.
As long as she complained fast enough, she wasn’t the one at fault.
Ning Moqing took a slow breath, raked a hand through her still-dripping dark hair, then turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
What sin had she committed in her past life to be saddled with this gremlin in this one?
An Xiaowei finished quickly. Ning Moqing, leaning against the door, heard the flush and pulled it open—
Only to immediately slam it shut again, her face burning.
An Xiaowei: !!!
Her skirt wasn’t even pulled up yet! This person—
An Xiaowei decided she absolutely could not stay at Ning Moqing’s place any longer.
Still, wearing a skirt felt weird. If not for the safety shorts underneath, she’d feel way too exposed.
By the time An Xiaowei finally emerged, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, Ning Moqing was already flipping through a magazine as if nothing had happened.
"I’m done. You can go back in now," An Xiaowei forced out.
Ning Moqing glanced up at her. An Xiaowei’s scalp prickled, and she immediately shielded her skirt before bolting into the guest room.
Ning Moqing: "..."
She had just looked.
With a sigh, Ning Moqing returned to her shower.
Meanwhile, Si observed An Xiaowei’s series of baffling actions and fell silent.
"What’s wrong with you?"
An Xiaowei’s cheeks flushed pink as she tugged at her skirt, her exaggerated shyness bordering on theatrical.
"I’m shy. I’m a pure-hearted maiden."
Si: "..."
"Yeah, I can tell," Si replied dryly.
Only after hearing Ning Moqing shut her bedroom door did An Xiaowei sneak back into the bathroom. Eyes squeezed shut and hands trembling, she rushed through her shower before scurrying back to her room like a thief.
"You didn’t shower. You just robbed a bank and came home."
"System, when are you going to die so I can attend your funeral?" An Xiaowei couldn’t take Si’s teasing anymore.
What kind of system was this?
So infuriating.
"Probably never. Give up on that dream. Be good. Anyway, Li Jiaojiao’s gotten into some trouble," Si’s voice softened, the word "good" laced with something almost tender.
"What kind?" An Xiaowei perked up.
"She slept with Yan Chen."
An Xiaowei: "..."
This topic was inappropriate. She didn’t want to hear it.
"Is that all?" An Xiaowei frowned, sensing there was more.
"Oh? What else did you want to hear?" Si sounded far too interested.
An Xiaowei hesitated. Should she wait before telling An Wan about this?
If only love-sickness could be surgically removed—then she wouldn’t even need to do missions!
Meanwhile, Li Jiaojiao had just woken up in a hotel room to find Yan Chen staring blankly at the bloodstain on the sheets.
Yan Chen only had one question: What the hell happened?
He distinctly remembered eating hotpot earlier. How had that led to… this?
Noticing his turmoil, Li Jiaojiao suppressed her own displeasure and forced a sweet, gentle smile.
"Yan Chen-ge, it’s okay. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. Let’s just pretend it didn’t."
She quickly dressed and limped out of the room, leaving 38 yuan on the nightstand before leaving.
Biting her lip, she pulled out her phone and messaged her master, explaining the situation.
"Master, what should I do now?"
Li Jiaojiao was genuinely panicking. She hadn’t expected Yan Chen to be so wild after drinking.
"Idiot! What the hell were you thinking? You had a superstar right there, and you messed it up!" Yan Chen’s system was furious.
It had noticed something off recently and planned to investigate—only to return to this disaster.
"System…"
Being scolded by his system for the first time, Yan Chen felt humiliated.
It was just a bunch of data. Did he have no dignity?
"At least Li Jiaojiao’s a simp who won’t make a fuss. Keep this under wraps. I’ve tampered with An Wan’s side—her filming’s going smoothly, so she’ll wrap up early. Get ready."
"Your next mission is to go on a date with An Wan for a day. Reward: 100 million. Bonus if you manage to kiss her or something."
The system crackled with static, urgency in its electronic tone.
Little did it know, the moment it issued the mission, Si had already notified An Xiaowei.
"Oh? A date?"
An Xiaowei realized this system was truly insatiable.
Yan Chen had already cheated on An Wan—thanks to her meddling—and now he wanted to date her sister?
No way!
Still, with Li Jiaojiao’s success, the rest seemed easier.
An Xiaowei checked the mission progress.
80% complete.
Li Jiaojiao was really pulling her weight.
Then again, with An Wan away, Yan Chen’s chances of straying skyrocketed.
"If Yan Chen hides Li Jiaojiao’s existence, this date might actually happen," Si remarked.
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.”
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
