Little Wei leaped up lightly, wrapping her arms around Li Xunle's neck and planting a sudden kiss on her lips.
The sensation was cool and soft, with almost no tenderness in the collision.
But the moment their lips touched, Little Wei noticed a subtle transformation in Li Xunle's body. Her once soft and delicate features became sharply defined, and even the look in her eyes carried a refined, elegant aura.
Little Wei's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively took a step back.
"You… a guy?" Little Wei was dumbfounded.
The person before her was unmistakably the same figure she had once seen in a painting—herself.
Never in her life had Little Wei felt so speechless.
She was aware of self-pollination as a concept, but she never imagined it would play out like this—on herself.
The Li Xunle before her—no, the young man—lightly touched his lips with his fingertips and glanced at the girl he was holding in his arms.
Little Wei was even more stunned.
Had that single kiss just expelled Li Xunle's soul?
Because in the young man's arms was none other than Li Jiewei.
Neither Little Wei nor even Si had anticipated this.
Little Wei felt like vomiting, but she didn’t even have the chance to lean against a wall and retch—the cultivators had already found them.
"Stand behind me," the young man said to Little Wei. "I can’t hold out much longer. We need to find a way out of here."
"You…" Little Wei was still utterly confused.
"Logically speaking, he should be your other half—or maybe a third of you," Si suddenly interjected.
Little Wei: "Huh? Explain this mess to me properly. What kind of nonsense is this?"
She was on the verge of tears.
Kissing herself? This was beyond ridiculous.
"Honestly, I’m not entirely sure either. But I suspect that when you left half of your divine soul in me to help me ascend, you must have planned for your spirit to eventually repair itself within me."
Si couldn’t fully grasp Gu Wei’s reasoning, but she was certain now—this soul fragment named Li Jiewei contained most of Gu Wei’s memories and spiritual energy.
And due to its fusion with her own soul fragment, this piece—Li Xunle—had completely lost her original memories.
After falling into the abyss, Li Xunle, who should have perished, awakened the latent potential of Gu Wei’s soul. With the help of the Divine Pearl, she managed to escape.
The awakened Li Xunle naturally differed from her former self—after all, this fragment was a fusion of Si and Gu Wei.
She didn’t know if Li Jiewei was their reincarnation, but even if she were, it would explain the personality disorder.
Si shared her theory with Little Wei.
"Half of Li Jiewei’s body is my doppelgänger, while the other half—Li Xunle—is about 80-90% yours. Because of that contact with you, the two separated. Now, he likely possesses a third of your original power."
"So I still kissed myself?" Little Wei was on the brink of despair.
"Cheer up. At least you were technically kissing Li Jiewei’s body." Si didn’t know how else to comfort her.
Still, this wasn’t entirely bad. Since Gu Wei’s soul had separated, reclaiming it would be difficult. But with this fragment’s power and the rewards she’d earned, Little Wei could ascend to godhood in one step.
"Oh no, I still can’t accept this." Little Wei swayed on her feet, nearly fainting.
This was too much to handle.
Meanwhile, Zhao Ming, completely lost, steadied her with a confused expression.
"Hey, buddy, cheer up. But how did that guy end up inside your wife? Is he… her secret lover?"
Zhao Ming’s imagination ran wild.
A lover sharing a body with a girl?
Damn, that’s twisted.
He shuddered.
And Little Wei had kissed her wife’s lover? Zhao Ming had no words to describe this tangled mess.
Maybe this was just… the circle being too chaotic?
"Shut up." Little Wei rolled her eyes at Zhao Ming.
But she could grudgingly accept it—like biting her own lip.
Same thing, no difference.
Little Wei, stay strong!
She silently pumped herself up.
Meanwhile, the young man gripped his silver spear, gazing at the swarming crowd below with the oppressive aura of an impending storm. Yet he showed no fear.
Instead, he raised his eyes to the heavens.
"Heaven’s Law harmed my wife. When she acted back then, you did nothing. Now you rally these rabble to pass judgment? Are you mocking me, or these corporate pawns?"
His lips curled slightly, his eyes burning like stars as he stared into the sky.
"Or do you truly wish to return to that era, to let this entire system collapse? Can you bear the cost?"
As he spoke, a radiant Divine Pearl rose before him.
"Since you’ve remained silent, I’ll take that as consent."
With that, he clenched the pearl, and the people below collapsed unconscious before they could react.
Zhao Ming and the others, standing near the young man, were spared by Heaven’s Law.
Soon, a man in black appeared in their midst.
Aside from being strikingly handsome, he seemed ordinary—though compared to the young man, he fell just a little short.
Little Wei grumbled inwardly.
So this was Heaven’s Law?
"You refuse to restore the dynasty you desire, yet you kill my wife. What is your meaning?" The young man—Gu Wei—stepped forward, his voice laced with displeasure.
"That was just a remnant soul. If not for your corporate leaders scheming, I wouldn’t have bothered with this mess. And now you blame me?"
Heaven’s Law sounded aggrieved.
Gu Wei frowned.
Heaven’s Law glanced at Zhao Ming. At this distance, he could finally act.
A single chop to the neck, and Zhao Ming crumpled before he knew what hit him.
"But what do you mean? The corporation? Our deal was fulfilled." Gu Wei pressed.
Little Wei side-eyed her past-life self.
Even more knowledgeable than her. How unfair.
"I’m not sure. Perhaps the CEO should explain?" Heaven’s Law looked behind them.
Before Little Wei could react, she was whisked away to a sunlit sky and a long street—Li Jiewei had been brought along too, though she remained unconscious with no sign of waking.
After a short walk, Heaven’s Law pressed his fingerprint mid-air, entered a string of codes, and in an instant, they stood before a towering skyscraper.
Thirty stories high.
Little Wei had never seen a building so tall—though she’d hauled bricks for ones just as massive.
Judging by the materials, each brick here was worth a fortune. If she’d worked here back then, she might’ve owned a house by now.
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?"
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?"
