If possible, Little Wei wished she could rid herself of the title "pet" for the rest of her life.
"Don't call me a pet," Little Wei snapped, genuinely annoyed.
"Aren’t you one?" Li Xunle retorted.
Little Wei: "…"
Fine, yes. She was.
"But you shouldn’t be causing trouble like this," Little Wei said to Li Xunle.
Li Xunle’s lips pressed into a thin line, her cold gaze unwavering.
"You can’t control me," Li Xunle stated.
Little Wei: "???"
What did that mean?
Was she getting bold now?
Little Wei genuinely felt they needed to settle this with a fight.
She muttered a curse under her breath, but before she could even make a move, Li Xunle’s spear energy sent her flying. Little Wei landed hard on her backside, her head ringing.
Seriously? She hadn’t even gotten a chance to strike!
Did she have no dignity left?
Little Wei coughed violently, her lungs threatening to give out.
"Staff, I think we’re outmatched here. Just what level is Li Xunle at?"
It was the first time Little Wei had coughed so hard she nearly summoned one of Si’s avatars.
The staff, having reverted to its original form, sat atop the rubble, deep in thought.
After a long pause, it finally spoke in an uncertain tone, "Probably demi-god level."
"You’ve got to be kidding me," Little Wei nearly laughed at the absurdity.
Demi-god? That was pushing it.
But then again, anyone who could threaten the staff… might actually be around that level.
Little Wei was rendered speechless.
She had never felt so utterly defeated in her life.
"So what do we do?" she asked the staff.
She couldn’t wrap her head around why, even after the fall of the Li dynasty, its princess was still running wild out here.
It made no sense at all.
"No clue," the staff admitted helplessly.
Little Wei: "…"
"So we just sit here and watch?"
The staff nodded. "I think that’s a great idea."
Little Wei considered it for a moment before deciding it was too ridiculous.
She wasn’t about to back down. She’d fight Li Xunle to the bitter end.
"Hey, stop right there!" Little Wei scrambled to her feet and charged at Li Xunle from behind. Before she could react, Li Xunle spun around, spear tip aimed directly at Little Wei’s throat.
Little Wei nearly died of fright.
Her back was drenched in cold sweat. She reached behind to check—yep, completely soaked.
For the first time, death felt terrifyingly close, and it was all because of one of Si’s avatars.
Little Wei felt like crying.
Whimper.
"Si, please log into your alt account already. I can’t take this anymore."
At the very least, Li Xunle could switch to her gentler persona, Li Jiewei.
This version was too ruthless—impossible to deal with.
Honestly, she wished Li Xunle would just drop dead already.
"Mind your own business," Li Xunle said coldly.
Little Wei: "…"
Should she just leave, then?
"But you really can’t keep killing people. You’ll get arrested," Little Wei pleaded, hoping Li Xunle would regain some sense.
But her warning meant nothing to Li Xunle. After all, deaths in cultivator zones weren’t subject to the law.
"Funny," Li Xunle scoffed.
Little Wei: "…"
Stop it. She was starting to feel like a clown.
"Would it kill you to listen to me? Do something decent for once," Little Wei grumbled.
Ugh, her own "wife" was completely out of control. So damn frustrating.
"Listen to you? A pet? What gives you the right to tell me what to do? Do you even know what I’ve suffered?" Li Xunle’s lips curled into a mocking smile, her eyes full of scorn.
Still, she lowered her spear.
"If you had even an ounce of loyalty, you’d join me in slaughtering these fools who can’t tell good from evil—including this pathetic excuse for the Heavenly Dao."
Li Xunle glanced up at the darkening sky, her expression dripping with disdain.
Little Wei: "…"
Wait, was Li Xunle secretly Xiao Yan? No—Xiao Xunle?
Was her goal to defy the heavens?
The thought made Little Wei break out in a cold sweat. She wiped her forehead.
The immersion was too strong. She was ready to punch Li Xunle.
"Let’s not rush things. We should take a breather first," Little Wei said, patting Li Xunle’s shoulder.
Honestly, couldn’t a girl just be gentle and laid-back?
Was anything worth losing sleep over?
Before Li Xunle could react, Little Wei tapped a pressure point, and she collapsed, unconscious.
"Not so tough now, huh?" Little Wei smirked.
Thank goodness she’d picked up a few tricks in the cultivation world. Otherwise, she’d have been helpless against this brute.
From a distance, Zhao Ming gave her a thumbs-up. Little Wei didn’t have time to dwell on it—she had the staff drag both her and Li Xunle away.
When they finally reached another cultivator zone, Little Wei checked her phone.
She’d messaged Zhao Ming earlier, and he’d already replied.
"I’m here," she sent him her location along with a voice note.
Zhao Ming responded instantly: "On my way. Driving now."
Little Wei hesitated. Was driving really the best idea right now?
Before she could overthink it, Zhao Ming’s car screeched to a halt in front of her.
Like the previous zone, this one was mostly ruins, though slightly better off—at least there were intact buildings, even if they’d been abandoned for years.
"You’re just gonna leave her on the ground?" Zhao Ming waved a hand, and his car vanished behind him.
Little Wei couldn’t help but envy his handy artifacts.
"What, should I carry her instead?" she snapped back to reality.
She would if she could, but Li Xunle was too heavy.
"Not necessary, but if you insist, go ahead. Just saying, her clothes are getting dirty."
Little Wei: "…"
Was this her wife or Zhao Ming’s?
She was starting to lose it.
"Whatever. Let’s just get her out of here first, then figure out the hypnosis thing."
Little Wei was done with Li Xunle’s nonsense.
She was like a demon—wouldn’t even listen to reason. Might as well be dead.
"True, but she’s unconscious now. Hypnosis won’t work unless she’s awake," Zhao Ming pointed out.
He hadn’t expected Little Wei to knock her out cold.
Now they were stuck.
"Is there really no other way?" Little Wei didn’t want to wake her up.
Zhao Ming hesitated, at a loss.
He was out of ideas.
"Si, any suggestions?" Little Wei asked.
"Dreamweaving Hypnosis," Si answered.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
