"Are you sure you can really pull this off?" Little Wei looked at Zhao Hanyu with deep skepticism in her eyes.
Seriously? Even she couldn’t handle those two, and now this little brat thought he could manage?
"Just trust me," Zhao Hanyu said calmly. "But for the next few days, it’s best if you don’t come looking for me."
Little Wei: ???
This was the last request made by another host, and after some thought, Little Wei decided to humor it.
But she never expected Zhao Hanyu to be so efficient.
He practically glued Fu Yuanzhong and Jiang Chu together.
Every time there was a break, Jiang Chu and Fu Yuanzhong would take Zhao Hanyu out to play. If Youyin hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and told Little Wei, she wouldn’t have believed it.
"Si, how did Zhao Hanyu do it?"
Si: "..."
"Thankfully, his current identity prevents him from becoming your opponent. Otherwise, in a battle of wits, you’d probably be no match for him," Si remarked, sounding almost relieved.
"What do you mean?" Little Wei was confused.
"He played on Jiang Chu’s maternal instincts—acting cute, looking adorable, and since he’s naturally good-looking, she took a liking to him. Then he insisted on dragging Fu Yuanzhong along, and with them spending so much time together, feelings naturally developed."
Little Wei: "..."
This guy is downright sneaky!
"So, are you suggesting I should act cute for you?" Little Wei asked Si.
Si: ???
"I’d rather you drop dead. But his efficiency is undeniable—there’s already a halo transfer effect happening."
Thanks to Little Wei’s meddling, the male lead, Xu Yichen, had failed to maintain his perfect persona. Worse, he hadn’t absorbed enough souls to sustain himself.
Xu Yichen was now the weakest of the weak.
"So, can we move against him now?" Little Wei’s excitement was palpable.
"Absolutely," Si confirmed.
Little Wei nearly teared up.
She had waited far too long for this day.
When Youyin walked in, she heard Little Wei humming a tune.
"I’ve waited for you for so long, blossoms bloom and fall without your return, countless nights I’ve cried missing you, gazing through the autumn waters, longing for your sorrow."
Youyin: "..."
Why did such a melancholic old song sound like "Good Fortune" coming from her?
Xixi seemed to be in high spirits.
Though it looked like her staff was about to be rubbed to pieces.
"Why are you scrubbing your staff like that?" Youyin asked.
"I’m going ghost-hunting," Little Wei muttered, her mood oddly cheerful.
Damn Xu Yichen—she was finally going to take care of that bastard.
Youyin fell silent for a long moment.
"But if you keep rubbing it like that, I’m afraid you’ll snap it in half."
Only then did Little Wei pull her hands back, flashing an awkward smile.
"Let’s go. It’s time we set off." She reached out to Youyin.
Youyin suddenly remembered the grave relocation from a few days ago, and her expression grew solemn.
For some reason, a heavy suspicion settled in her heart.
It was as if… Jiang Xixi was about to disappear.
"What’s with the hesitation?" Little Wei tapped Youyin’s head.
Youyin didn’t take offense, quickly snapping back to reality.
"Xixi… after we finish this, what then?" Youyin asked uncertainly.
Little Wei laughed.
"We come back, obviously. What else would we do?"
That’s what she said, but Little Wei still felt a pang of guilt toward Youyin. Because…
Once Xu Yichen was dealt with, she would be leaving this world.
"That’s good then." Youyin relaxed, grinning as she hugged Little Wei and planted a kiss on her.
"Wanna sleep together tonight?"
Little Wei: "..."
Sleeping together? That sounded a little… indecent.
Before she could respond, Youyin leaned in and whispered in her ear:
"I just want to hold you while we sleep, that’s all."
"Fine." After a moment’s thought, Little Wei agreed.
It’s not like it mattered anyway.
They left quickly, arriving at the school in no time.
The Zhao family villa had already been sold off by Zhao Xi, who was now riding high on her success.
With a handsome husband and a fortune at her disposal, she was thoroughly satisfied with her life—it felt like endless sunny days ahead.
But her peaceful existence was shattered by Little Wei.
Same dorm room. Same two people. Same half-dressed Zhao Xi scrambling to cover herself.
Only this time, instead of leaning against the wall, she was clutching the windowsill.
If Xu Yichen weren’t the Ghost King, he’d have been scared witless by now.
"You—!" Zhao Xi glared at Little Wei, her face practically cracking with rage.
"Me? What about me? If anything, you two owe me compensation for emotional distress!" Little Wei was beyond exasperated.
Every single time she came here, she had to witness the male and female leads in compromising positions. Did she not deserve some dignity?
Ugh.
This was enough to drive a living person mad.
Zhao Xi: "..."
Xu Yichen, even more furious, hastily threw on his clothes and stormed out. Down below, Youyin watched as Xu Yichen charged toward them, a trace of worry in her eyes.
Would Xixi really be able to take him on?
But as it turned out, Youyin’s concern was unnecessary.
This time, Little Wei faced no interference from the heavens—not even Xu Yichen could hide his shock as he glanced skyward.
He knew someone had been protecting him.
That’s why he’d been so brazen.
But now, no divine intervention came, leaving him hollow and uneasy.
Xu Yichen didn’t understand what was happening.
And then—Little Wei’s silver blade flashed before his eyes.
"Still spacing out at a time like this? Who do you think will save you now?" A cold glint flickered in Little Wei’s gaze.
This man was the one who had devoured the original host. She wouldn’t show him any mercy.
"I never thought that," Xu Yichen snapped back to attention, barely raising a dark, half-formed shield as a blinding white light surged toward him.
But the feeble barrier was no match for the attack.
"You must really underestimate me." Little Wei almost felt bad delivering the final blow.
Xu Yichen: "..."
This was the strongest shield he could muster.
Jiang Xixi was outright mocking him.
Xu Yichen was so furious he could barely breathe.
Then, Si spoke up: "Host, spare him for now."
Little Wei nearly tripped mid-air, barely managing to redirect the lethal purification strike to the side at the last second.
Damn.
That was close.
"What the hell, Si?" Little Wei was ready to curse.
"Jiang Xixi needs his power. Hold onto Xu Yichen—I’m initiating a transfer to take him out of this world."
Hearing this, Little Wei immediately seized Xu Yichen’s wrist.
She turned, locking eyes with Youyin standing below.
Youyin’s pupils constricted, as if sensing something was wrong.
"Xixi!" she called out.
Little Wei gazed at her deeply.
"That’s not my name."
"Huh?" Youyin froze.
"My name is Gu Wei. Can you hear me? I’m Gu Wei."
Little Wei’s voice carried across the distance.
Gu Wei?
Youyin stood there, dazed.
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
