Of course, for Little Wei and the others, they were completely at a loss for words.
"He runs so fast—this is the fastest ghost I’ve ever seen," Jiang Chu remarked from the side, sighing in amazement.
The ghosts she had seen at home before were nothing compared to this one.
"Now I’m a bit confused—who exactly killed him in the first place?"
This guy’s escape speed was practically unmatched in the entire army.
Fu Yuanzhong withdrew his gaze, his earlier relaxed demeanor from shopping completely gone.
"This is trouble. We need to deal with it as soon as possible."
Fu Yuanzhong had a sense of justice in him.
Some ghosts could be left alone, but ones like this—the kind that harmed people—were a danger to the world if left unchecked for even a moment.
"Let’s not worry about that for now. Let’s go buy groceries first," Youyin said with a light smile.
She knew those two were the main characters. Even if their behavior was utterly baffling, not every author had high standards—you couldn’t expect every writer to be intelligent.
This situation was pretty much par for the course.
"Alright." Fu Yuanzhong naturally knew Xu Yichen wouldn’t be easy to handle.
But it didn’t matter—they had Jiang Xixi on their side. Remembering what had happened back at the house, Fu Yuanzhong felt no pressure on his shoulders.
He wasn’t stupid. The resentment clinging to Xu Yichen had to come from either a ghost or Zhao Xi.
Whether the ghost lived or died wasn’t his concern.
Might as well take it easy for now, prepare some talismans, and seal that thing away later.
Little Wei was about to continue following the trio around the supermarket when Youyin abruptly pulled her away.
"What are you doing?" Little Wei pouted, looking at Youyin with puppy-dog eyes.
"We’ve barely had any time alone together," Youyin said, a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice.
Little Wei: "..."
"I’m a ghost," Little Wei blinked.
Youyin couldn’t help but laugh.
"I know that, but I’ve always thought of you as just like me," Youyin said, taking Little Wei’s hand.
She wanted to pinch Little Wei’s cheeks, but the supermarket was full of cameras. If someone saw the footage, they’d probably think she was insane.
"So what’s the point of being alone like this?" Little Wei asked again.
Youyin squeezed her hand.
"Just seeing you makes me happy."
Even though she hadn’t been able to accept her own sapphic identity before, after all these days, Youyin found herself embracing it without any hesitation.
Honestly, even she couldn’t believe it.
"Besides, you could kiss me first," Youyin said.
Little Wei: ???
No, no, no—she didn’t like taking the initiative.
Being proactive was exhausting. She preferred letting Youyin make the first move.
Lying back and enjoying the ride was a beautiful thing—why should she do all the work?
"You can’t do it? Not up to the task?"
Little Wei hadn’t expected that her simple refusal would make Youyin so bold.
Unbelievable.
"Are you provoking me?" Little Wei was speechless.
This woman was seriously shameless.
Before Youyin could react, Little Wei grabbed her head and planted a fierce kiss on her lips.
Youyin was left dazed, nearly breathless from the sudden intensity.
"What was that for?" Youyin touched her lips, her face flushing.
This was her first time being kissed.
Even if it had been completely unexpected.
"What’s wrong? You told me to kiss you—are you regretting it now?" Little Wei couldn’t understand.
Hah. Women were all the same.
Once they got what they wanted, they lost interest.
"No, it’s just… a little strange," Youyin said, rubbing her face, a sweet smile tugging at her lips.
Living like this wouldn’t be so bad.
"What’s strange about it?" Little Wei pursed her lips.
"Maybe I’m just not used to it," Youyin said, though her smile remained.
She really, really loved days like this.
Little Wei was about to say something else when she suddenly remembered—
Wait, if they left, didn’t that mean Jiang Chu and Fu Yuanzhong were alone together?
The thought sent a thrill of excitement through her bones.
"Si, Si—what are those two kids up to now?"
Had they started kissing yet?
"They’re picking vegetables. The scenario you’re imagining isn’t happening, so give it up. Jiang Chu’s been burned by love before—she’s not that naive. And Fu Yuanzhong’s personality is what it is. If you’re expecting sparks between them, you might as well expect pigs to fly."
Little Wei: ???
"Then why don’t you fly up a tree and show me?" Little Wei shot back.
Si: ?
"You’re about to get smacked," Si said, exasperated.
Could this girl go one day without being a brat?
"Hmph, I don’t believe you. I’m going to sneak a peek." With that, Little Wei dragged Youyin back toward where they’d left the other two.
Before long, they spotted Fu Yuanzhong pushing a shopping cart while Jiang Chu picked out groceries.
Just vegetables and such.
God knew how awkward Jiang Chu felt.
Why had their ancestor and Youyin just run off like that? She couldn’t leave either, so she was stuck here watching Fu Yuanzhong shop.
Fu Yuanzhong noticed Jiang Chu’s nerves and softened his expression.
"No need to be so tense. I don’t bite," he said, patting her shoulder.
The touch only made Jiang Chu stiffen further, but as Fu Yuanzhong resumed shopping, some of her tension eased.
"Are all Taoist priests like you?" Jiang Chu asked, trying to lighten the mood.
Whether in history books or novels, the image of Taoist priests was nothing like Fu Yuanzhong.
"I’m a Taoist, not a monk. Besides, with modernization and technology, we have to study too. Some of this stuff is actually pretty interesting." With that, Fu Yuanzhong pulled out his tablet and handed it to Jiang Chu.
"Take a look at my notes."
Jiang Chu hesitated before accepting it. Opening his note-taking app, she was met with hundreds of pages of data and research.
So much.
"Is this all your usual work?"
She even spotted a section on the Bagua formation.
"Yep. Some things can be explained scientifically, and honestly, studying is kind of fun for me," Fu Yuanzhong said casually.
Watching him speak so confidently, Jiang Chu couldn’t help but compare him to her ex.
Her former boyfriend was nowhere near Fu Yuanzhong’s level.
Even if Fu Yuanzhong weren’t a Taoist, he’d probably make an excellent scientist, right?
Jiang Chu didn’t understand the data, but she was deeply impressed.
And Fu Yuanzhong had just handed her his tablet—something so important—without a second thought.
It stirred something in her.
At the very least, her ex had never let her touch his phone.
Not that she’d ever wanted to snoop.
Suddenly, Jiang Chu remembered their ancestor’s words, and her expression turned awkward.
No matter what, someone as outstanding as Fu Yuanzhong would never like someone like her.
Better to just stay friends.
"I just think you’re amazing, but honestly, I don’t get any of this. I only graduated from a second-tier university."
Jiang Chu couldn’t help feeling inferior.
"Second-tier? That’s fine. Even most grad students wouldn’t understand this stuff. I just wanted to help you relax."
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
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.”
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?"
