Hearing Si's slightly complaining voice, Little Wei froze for a moment.
That tone, that expression—it felt oddly familiar.
Oh right, wasn’t that just her own reflection?
Little Wei was thoroughly annoyed. Could the woman imitating her just drop dead already?
She’d had enough of this.
"Let’s eat, let’s eat." Little Wei didn’t want to dwell on it and hurriedly lowered her head to shovel rice into her mouth.
The day she received her new body was bathed in brilliant sunshine. Little Wei, for once, woke up early, her soul feeling unusually refreshed. Though this place was technologically advanced, the air was still rich with spiritual energy, perfect for nurturing the soul.
Even Gu Yu had shown up.
But his words were far from pleasant.
"Bro, your new body isn’t even shorter than your current one, is it?"
Little Wei: ?
"Could you just die already?" Little Wei couldn’t stand this brother of hers.
If he had nothing nice to say, he should just shut up.
What a jinx. Ugh.
Gu Yu had no idea he was dancing on the edge of a knife. Seeing Little Wei bristle, he merely lightly touched the tip of his nose.
"I was just asking."
Little Wei shot him a glare: "Even asking is too much."
As if girls didn’t care about height. How laughable.
Gu Yu shrugged.
Speaking of which, was height really that important? Gu Yu stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Little Wei hurried toward the company, but Gu Yu caught up and patted her shoulder.
"Bro, honestly, things like gender and height are just superficial. Rewind a few centuries, and everyone’s reincarnated as a female cultivator at some point, right?"
Gu Yu was surprisingly open-minded.
But Little Wei fell into silence.
She wished Gu Yu would just vanish.
"Whatever, I can’t be bothered with you." Little Wei was utterly done.
If Si hadn’t been busy heading to work, she wouldn’t have bothered walking with Gu Yu. But these days, Gu Yu was practically the most carefree deity in this place.
He didn’t even need to eat or drink—basically, he had nothing to do.
As a god, he received offerings from the mortal realm, so finding a job wasn’t a priority. Not that it would be hard for him anyway.
Not everyone here was a deity, but they were free from the burdens of aging and sickness. When Father Gu and Gu Yu were first brought here from the Canglan Divine Realm by the company, they could hardly believe it.
It was like stumbling upon a utopia.
The locals had given this place a fitting name—the Void Realm.
The only habitable pocket within the void.
True gods originally resided in the Divine Realm—like Chi Mu, who didn’t live here—but visiting wasn’t an issue for them.
The two soon reached the company entrance. After swiping their access cards, Gu Yu led Little Wei straight to the top floor.
This was a privilege reserved for her.
Normally, only system-wide meetings were held up there.
Ding—
The elevator doors slid open gracefully. Ye Jin, seated on the sofa, stood up as soon as he saw them.
"Here, try these new grapes. They’re delicious." Ye Jin pushed a fruit bowl toward them.
"That’s a lot," Gu Yu remarked, surprised.
"They’re from a dedicated cultivation world—only the biggest and best are sent up. If your brother inherits my throne, he’ll get the same treatment."
Ye Jin had almost said "your sister" but stopped himself.
Better not provoke Little Wei.
"Inherit the throne…" Little Wei’s lips twitched at the phrase.
In the past, she might’ve been flattered, but after merging with her past soul, it didn’t feel like a big deal anymore.
After all, the old Gu Wei had been effortlessly charismatic wherever she went, adored by everyone.
God, how could anyone be this cool? It’s exhausting.
Little Wei touched her face, shamelessly indulging in the thought.
"Yeah, something like that. I founded Leap Void Company, and it’s about time I retired." Ye Jin stretched, sounding weary.
Little Wei plucked a few grapes from the bowl.
They were undeniably sweet.
Her old belief that seedless grapes were superior suddenly felt irrelevant.
"What about my body?" Little Wei asked.
"It’ll be teleported here soon—about five or six minutes. Fresh out of the oven." Ye Jin glanced at the clock on the wall.
Little Wei: …
What the hell.
"Fresh out of the oven"? That made it sound like it just came out of a crematorium.
She silently criticized Ye Jin’s word choice.
"Then I won’t hold back with these grapes," Little Wei said.
They looked expensive, and wasting them would be a crime.
Ye Jin gave her a puzzled look before chuckling. "Go ahead. It’s just a drop in the bucket. That cultivation world belongs to the company. I set up a dedicated fruit-growing base there ages ago—it’s got everything. Surplus stock gets sold to the Void Realm’s residents."
Little Wei let out an "Oh."
Damn, this company was loaded.
A whole world just for growing fruit? She couldn’t wrap her head around it.
But she’d have to, since she was set to take the helm at Leap Void Company.
While waiting for her body to arrive, Ye Jin explained a lot.
For instance, the Void Realm was managed by Leap Void Company.
But it was a free sanctuary—barely any conflicts arose, and the people here had little reason to compete.
"There’s a dedicated department for governance," Ye Jin said, standing by the window and watching the bustling streets below.
"What about the cultivation worlds?" Little Wei asked. "Aren’t they under your jurisdiction?"
"They’re not, but we’re responsible if issues arise. Problems are rare, though. Leap Void’s core focus is system management—like Si. Systems 006 and 007 have retired. The main ones now are 001 through 005, plus 009 and 010."
"What about 008?" Little Wei frowned.
That was clearly missing.
"008 isn’t a humanoid system, and it doesn’t report to the company. It has its own missions." Ye Jin blinked, explaining 008’s absence.
"Si’s nearing retirement, though. Soon, she won’t need to take on hosts. But you can ask if she’d like to keep working—we’re short on systems. I’d prefer she didn’t retire."
Of course, Ye Jin knew that was asking too much.
For a system, retirement was a rare privilege.
"Aren’t there other systems?" Little Wei asked.
She didn’t want her wife overworked.
"There are, but they’re basic models from the electronics factory. You’ve seen them in cultivation worlds—no human form. They’re the bulk of our systems, with over 2,000 currently operational."
Two thousand?
Holy crap.
That number genuinely shocked Little Wei.
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?"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
