Or maybe she was aware of it and simply enjoying it.
That sounded pretty twisted.
Si shuddered.
If it was the second scenario, she really didn’t know how to judge Zhao Xi anymore.
“I was going to ask Zhao Xi about her family, but who knew the girls’ dorm would be like this…” Little Wei was covered in goosebumps.
If she barged in, should she clap or do something else?
Little Wei was torn.
But then again, she thought that would be too boring.
She pushed the window open from the outside and peeked in.
“What are you guys doing? Need me to join?”
“Ah—!”
Zhao Xi was startled by the voice—after all, this was the seventh floor.
Her face turned pale as she used her clothes to cover what little she could, trembling like a fragile little flower in the autumn wind.
On the other hand, Xu Yichen remained much calmer, leisurely putting his clothes back on.
“If you’re into it, sure,” Xu Yichen said with a faint smirk.
He knew his own charm.
Since childhood, he had been adored by pretty maids, and as he grew older, his tastes expanded to all kinds of beauties. Zhao Xi was one of them, but Jiang Xixi in front of him wasn’t bad either.
Especially in that striking red dress—it was hard to miss.
Little Wei could see right through Xu Yichen’s thoughts and let out a dry laugh.
“You should just wash up and go to sleep, you horndog.”
Xu Yichen frowned.
What did “horndog” mean?
Meanwhile, Zhao Xi’s face darkened at the insult.
“Don’t you dare talk about him like that. You don’t know anything,” Zhao Xi snapped at Little Wei.
Little Wei had ruined her fun more than once, and this time was even worse.
Did she really think Zhao Xi, a feng shui master, was just for show?
Did she think Zhao Xi was some pushover?
With that, Zhao Xi raised her hand to draw a talisman, but Xu Yichen stopped her.
“Don’t tire yourself over something so trivial,” he said soothingly.
Zhao Xi blushed, her anger momentarily forgotten.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you here.”
Xu Yichen planted a light kiss on Zhao Xi’s forehead before turning to Little Wei.
“Let’s find a better place for this,” he said to Jiang Xixi.
“Oh.” Little Wei glanced at Zhao Xi, who was still scrambling to dress.
“So tiny. I don’t even know how you managed,” Little Wei remarked casually.
Zhao Xi nearly lunged at her.
“At least I have something. Do you?”
Her words struck Little Wei like a dagger to the heart.
“But I’m younger,” Little Wei retorted smugly.
Before Zhao Xi could pounce, Little Wei darted away.
“Little Nailuo, give me the staff,” Little Wei called into the void.
Little Nailuo huffed. “Oh, now I’m your precious?”
“Ow! Si, stop kicking me! I was joking, okay? QAQ”
Little Nailuo was on the verge of tears.
Was there no justice in this world?
Still, she quickly handed the staff over.
Any delay, and things might have gone south.
Xu Yichen’s aura was intense.
Had he gained some new power? He didn’t seem as afraid of her as before.
But when he saw the staff in Little Wei’s hand, his pupils shrank involuntarily.
That thing was terrifying.
Every ghost would fear it—yet here it was, wielded by a ghost.
How did that make any sense?
Xu Yichen stared at Little Wei.
He needed to get that staff away from her.
With that thought, he followed her outside the city.
As a ghost king, Xu Yichen couldn’t fly indefinitely, so by the time they reached the outskirts, he had expended a lot of energy.
He had run the whole way.
If ghosts could sweat, he’d be drenched.
Still, Xu Yichen was shocked.
Jiang Xixi’s soul was weak, yet her power didn’t match her condition at all.
Smirking, he put on what he thought was a charming smile.
“Jiang Xixi,” he called softly.
Little Wei: ?
Just hearing his voice made her skin crawl.
“Get lost,” she snapped. She had no interest in dealing with this ghost.
She had standards—her partner should at least be a god. Anything less was just pathetic.
“We could be together,” Xu Yichen pressed.
Little Wei: …
Before she could recover from the absurdity, he spoke again.
“Xixi.”
Even though it wasn’t her name, Little Wei’s goosebumps multiplied tenfold.
“Shut the hell up,” she growled, her patience gone.
What the actual hell?
But Xu Yichen didn’t understand. He thought she was just flustered.
When Little Wei swung her staff at him, he still didn’t get why she was mad.
Women usually threw themselves at him.
A single glance, and they’d fall into his arms.
But Little Wei was different.
More interesting than Zhao Xi.
Xu Yichen dodged her attack and appeared behind her.
“You’re amusing. I like that.”
Little Wei’s lips twitched. “Did you spill a whole vat of cooking oil on yourself?”
How could someone be this full of themselves and this cringey?
His narcissism was on another level—even she couldn’t compete.
Sighing, she called out to Si.
“Si.”
Si sounded puzzled. “Why are you calling me now?”
Little Wei smirked. “Oh, you’re so considerate. You actually answered. Be a good girl and come to my room tonight.”
Si: …
“You need medication,” Si deadpanned.
Xu Yichen’s delusions were one thing—he was a general in his past life, revered by women and favored by the emperor.
But flirting? That wasn’t his thing.
War was his expertise.
“Hmph, I’m mad now,” Little Wei muttered, gripping her staff.
But then it hit her.
Xu Yichen.
He was probably the male lead.
A ghost of his caliber was rare, and the ghost-human pairing was a classic trope in romance novels.
If not for her, Zhao Xi and Xu Yichen would’ve teamed up to take Jiang Xixi down.
At their peak, they’d be unstoppable.
“Si, would killing the male lead cause problems?” Little Wei wondered aloud.
“You can’t kill him anyway,” Si replied.
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.”
【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.)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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