"What are you afraid of? Is she ugly?" Youyin said.
Little Wei: ?
Wuwuwu, my wife thinks I'm ugly, so be it.
Jiang Chu awkwardly averted her gaze.
"That's not it. It's mainly because I've never seen anything like this before."
"So you're utterly shocked?" Youyin asked with a grin.
Jiang Chu: …
Not really.
She trembled as she looked at Little Wei, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Um, are you real?"
As she spoke, Jiang Chu cautiously reached out to poke Little Wei but didn’t make contact with anything solid.
She was real.
Jiang Chu forced herself not to faint, mustering the strength to stand up.
"Are you really my ancestor?" Jiang Chu no longer felt as scared.
But soon, a trace of guilt flashed through her mind.
"Um, I haven’t visited you all these years."
Judging by Youyin’s expression, Jiang Chu knew her new house had been secured with the help of her ancestor. She was beyond grateful.
"It’s fine. I left you an inheritance," Little Wei said, sitting on the sofa and looking up at Jiang Chu.
"Huh?" Jiang Chu was dumbfounded.
"Once you’ve settled into your job, help me relocate my grave. Of course, there’ll be more inheritance. As for a good burial site, Youyin can help you pick one—just make sure it’s a proper resting place."
Little Wei’s words left Jiang Chu stunned, struggling to process everything.
"That… might be a bit difficult," Jiang Chu said awkwardly. "Ancestor, it’s not that I can’t do it. Relocating the grave is possible, but cemeteries nowadays are expensive. Most are managed burial parks."
"No need. She’ll find you free land. All I ask is that you and your descendants remember to honor your ancestors. If you’re truly grateful, blessings will follow. Look at you all these years—haven’t you been without any protection?"
Little Wei spoke at length, even feeling the urge to take a sip of water.
The more Jiang Chu listened, the more sense it made.
"Of course, you still have to rely on yourself. Ancestral blessings can only keep you from misfortune, not make you instantly successful. Understand?"
Little Wei lightly tapped Jiang Chu’s head.
Jiang Chu looked at the young girl before her. Honestly, being lectured by her great-great-aunt ancestor felt strangely comforting. Her eyes grew warm, and she wiped her face with her hand.
Her hand was wet.
Those were Jiang Chu’s tears.
"Anyway, thank you, Ancestor. I never thought I’d be this lucky one day—most of all, to meet someone related to me."
Jiang Chu had been so alone.
After graduating college, her parents passed away one after another. The family savings were meager, just thirty or forty thousand, which she’d kept in a fixed deposit, too afraid to spend in case of emergencies.
Finally having an elder to lean on felt like coming home.
"Good girl." Little Wei was quite pleased with Jiang Chu.
"About relocating the grave… I can go back next week after my days off. Is that okay?" Jiang Chu calculated.
Tomorrow was Sunday. Moving the grave would probably take two or three days—one day definitely wouldn’t be enough.
"No rush." Little Wei thought of Zhao Xi, her lips curling slightly.
Like meddling in others’ affairs, do you?
Like bullying ghosts, do you?
Perfect timing—she’d personally see just how impressive this Zhao family was.
"Yeah, no hurry. Stay here for now. Here’s the key. Your ancestor has other matters to attend to and won’t be following you around all the time."
Seeing how attached Jiang Chu was to Little Wei, Si couldn’t help but chuckle.
It reminded her of Gu Tianyi from the last world. If the host and the original person hadn’t been unable to meet, Gu Tianyi would’ve practically thrown herself into Little Wei’s arms.
Because Little Wei was the person she admired most.
Having her ancestor personally possess her was an honor Gu Tianyi would cherish for lifetimes.
Jiang Chu was similar, but Jiang Xixi…
Si swiveled her chair and stared at the white wall behind her, pursing her lips.
Behind that wall was Jiang Xixi. But with her soul severely damaged, it was unclear if she’d ever wake up.
This world depended on whether Little Wei could save Jiang Xixi.
What a pitiful soul.
"Then… what should I do?" Jiang Chu asked nervously, looking at Little Wei.
"Just some simple tasks. Have someone carve a spirit tablet and place it in the living room for daily incense offerings." Youyin initially considered food offerings too, but that would mean Jiang Chu and Little Wei sharing a meal.
Better to handle it herself.
She didn’t know why she cared about such details.
It was almost like…
Falling for Jiang Xixi.
Oh no.
What a strange feeling—utterly overwhelming.
Youyin lightly tapped her forehead.
"Okay, I’ll take care of that tomorrow. It’s too late now." Jiang Chu glanced outside. At this hour, finding someone to carve a spirit tablet would mean returning very late.
"No problem. I’ll eat first." Little Wei was hungry.
This soul vessel was too weak—who knew what Jiang Xixi had endured?
Still, being able to replenish energy through food was a blessing.
"Then I’ll go buy groceries. I’ll cook—I’m really good at it," Jiang Chu said eagerly, but then paused and looked at her ancestor. "Um, Ancestor, should the food be offered to you?"
She’d seen her parents make offerings to her grandparents’ spirit tablets during New Year’s in the past.
"Sure, but let’s go grocery shopping together."
Little Wei glanced at Youyin and whispered, "Can you find out Zhao Xi’s home address?"
Youyin froze, seemingly understanding, then turned to Little Wei with concern.
"Actually, I don’t recommend provoking Zhao Xi. She’s… very strong."
Not that Zhao Xi herself was strong, but the Ghost King behind her was.
Though Youyin prided herself as a skilled feng shui master, going against someone of the Ghost King’s caliber was still a challenge.
Meanwhile, in her university dorm, Zhao Xi sat up abruptly in bed, her face flushed, biting her lower lip.
She’d dreamed of a strikingly handsome man doing… inappropriate things to her.
The scene was too embarrassing.
Zhao Xi patted her cheeks, then winced as she recalled the ghost from that mountain plot.
She lightly touched the jade pendant around her neck—it felt warm. She still didn’t understand why it heated up every time she had such dreams.
But that man was seriously good-looking.
If only someone like him could be her boyfriend.
Lost in thought, Zhao Xi suddenly heard a deep voice.
"Wife."
The unfamiliar term made her look around frantically. Seeing her roommates absent, a chill ran down her spine.
"Who’s there?" Zhao Xi’s face paled.
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?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
