Little Wei touched her chin thoughtfully upon hearing this.
If that were the case, it might actually work.
She knew the Dream-Guiding Technique, which could extract scenes from a person’s dreams and display them like a movie. But to control the dream, hypnosis would be necessary.
"During the ritual, channel spiritual energy into the pocket watch, then transfer it to Li Xunle."
"Oh, so that’s how it works. Being a cultivator really comes in handy," Little Wei mused, utterly enamored with her identity.
Still, she owed it to the presence of spiritual energy in this world—otherwise, the Dream-Guiding Technique would have been nearly impossible to execute.
"Lend me your pocket watch. I can make her reconsider that matter without waking her up. I have a solution."
Zhao Ming didn’t hesitate much and placed the watch in Little Wei’s hand.
"Mind if I stay and watch? Won’t it interfere?" Zhao Ming crossed his arms and raised a brow.
"Not at all," Little Wei shook her head.
Besides, she was borrowing Zhao Ming’s item—his wariness was understandable.
Moreover, the Dream-Guiding Technique wasn’t something one could learn just by watching. And since Zhao Ming was a hypnotist with no cultivation abilities, there was no need for secrecy.
The technique primarily involved drawing talismans and forming hand seals.
Though, those flashy cultivators had even choreographed it into a dance.
Little Wei preferred simplicity. She placed the pocket watch beside the sleeping Li Xunle, then summoned her staff, transforming it into a silver brush. With swift strokes, she drew an intricate blue talisman in the air, clasped her hands, and wove a series of hand seals before directing a surge of spiritual energy into the watch with a light press of her finger.
"You handle the hypnosis. I’m not familiar with your usual methods," Little Wei said to Zhao Ming.
Snapping to attention, Zhao Ming approached Li Xunle and murmured a string of words by her ear.
Li Xunle’s brows furrowed in her sleep, but before she could react, Little Wei’s energy had already seeped into her.
With a wave of her hand, a shimmering, ripple-edged illusionary screen materialized before them.
At first, the screen remained dark, showing nothing.
Zhao Ming couldn’t help but envy Little Wei—being a cultivator was useful in any world.
"Got it," Little Wei suddenly announced.
Zhao Ming instinctively turned his gaze to the screen, where the image of a gentle-faced noblewoman in ornate robes appeared. Even Little Wei was stunned.
The resemblance was uncanny—like a carbon copy of Si.
But the aura was different. This woman lacked Si’s untouchable, divine presence.
"Is this… Li Xunle?" Zhao Ming’s voice trembled slightly.
He swore he’d never seen a girl this beautiful.
"Don’t get any ideas. She’s mine," Little Wei kicked Zhao Ming lightly.
She’d been somewhat resentful toward Li Xunle earlier, but seeing how much she resembled Si, Little Wei’s resolve wavered.
Ugh, I’m Li Xunle’s simp now.
Yet Li Xunle’s past was far from as flawless as her appearance—in fact, it was downright tragic.
The gentle-faced girl sat on a swing, dressed in a misty green dress, gazing at a man in a gray robe standing in the distance.
"Oh ho, a man," Zhao Ming remarked.
"Hmph," Little Wei grumbled, displeased.
She wasn’t blind—Li Xunle’s eyes were practically screaming there’s something going on here.
But when the man turned around, Little Wei froze.
This…
The resemblance was striking!
He looked just like Gu Wei from the past. Though not as identical as Li Xunle and Si, Little Wei couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion.
This guy’s definitely my descendant.
And then Li Xunle ran up to him.
"You… you’re back?" Li Xunle’s voice brimmed with restrained excitement, her demeanor still proper, without any physical contact.
Little Wei sighed in relief—at least ancient people were reserved.
"Mhm."
But then the man reached out and ruffled Li Xunle’s hair.
What the—?!
Little Wei wanted to look away. This was just The Diary of Little Wei Getting Cucked.
"I’ve come to marry you. The Emperor said my military achievements prove I’m worthy of the Li Dynasty’s Princess Hanyu," the man murmured, tucking a loose strand of Li Xunle’s hair behind her ear, his eyes softening.
Little Wei couldn’t take it anymore.
Someone save me, I want to punch something.
But Zhao Ming held her back, forcing her to keep watching.
The tender moment didn’t last. On their wedding day, the man led an army to raze the Li Dynasty’s palace.
The sheer audacity left both of them speechless.
He later found Li Xunle, who had been smuggled out of the palace.
"Princess, if you’re willing, you could still be the Heng Dynasty’s Prime Minister’s Wife."
Li Xunle, pinned to the ground with dark circles under her eyes, let out a hoarse laugh. "You’re nothing but a dog."
"Yet the one who raised me was you, wasn’t it?" The man lounged elegantly on a carved wooden chair in the hall, every movement exuding refinement.
Li Xunle stiffened.
"I do love you, Xunle. If you agree, I’ll have the Emperor name you the new dynasty’s princess. You’ll remain the revered, cherished Princess."
"No." Li Xunle scrambled back, her eyes blazing with fury.
"What do you take me for?"
Her voice was so broken it was nearly inaudible.
No one knew what Li Xunle felt in that moment—not even Little Wei. The scene shifted to Li Xunle being expelled from the Prime Minister’s estate.
She wandered for years, until she stood at the edge of a bottomless abyss—and jumped.
"Lied to… lied to… It wasn’t him. It wasn’t him."
The words pierced Little Wei’s ears like needles. She rubbed her temples, a throbbing pain building behind them.
What did she mean, ‘lied to’?
"Snap out of it—she found something," Zhao Ming nudged her.
Little Wei looked up to see Li Xunle, in the endless darkness, grasping a faint glimmer of light.
She had found the pearl—the one capable of rewriting history. It healed her wounds and pulled her from the abyss.
But Li Xunle never expected that when she emerged, fifty years had passed.
The Heng Dynasty’s Prime Minister was now hailed by the people as a wise and virtuous statesman—the ultimate insult to Li Xunle.
A treacherous, despicable man, guilty of the most contemptible acts.
Disloyal—and they call him ‘wise’?
He was nothing but a spy sent by the minor Heng Kingdom to infiltrate the Li Dynasty.
The final scene showed Li Xunle activating the pearl.
The conclusion was obvious—she had used it to reset history to before the betrayal. After all, modern records stated the Li Dynasty had lasted five hundred years.
What she sacrificed for it, neither of them knew. They didn’t even get a chance to discuss it further—because Li Xunle woke up.
Her hand shot out, gripping Zhao Ming’s throat, her crimson eyes locking onto Little Wei.
"You… are truly shameless."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
