An Wan chatted while picking out an understated outfit—a fresh, youthful dress paired with a denim jacket, looking effortlessly vibrant and lovely.
Seeing that Xiaowei didn’t press further, An Wan sighed in relief and spent another hour meticulously crafting a "no-makeup" makeup look.
She absolutely had to leave a good impression on the person she liked.
Just the thought of his voice made her legs feel weak.
How could anyone’s voice be so mesmerizing?
It was unbelievable!
An Wan practically floated out the door in a lovesick daze.
"She’s showing some late-stage symptoms. Maybe we should just skip the rescue and bury her already," An Xiaowei remarked, tossing the takeout into the trash as she spoke to Si.
"But she’s a good person—at least to her little sister, An Xiaowei."
After divorcing Yan Chen, An Wan even raised a child alone, deliberately staying out of her newlywed sister’s life to avoid burdening her.
Otherwise, An Xiaowei wouldn’t have been willing to expend her soul’s energy to help her sister.
"Alright, I get it." An Xiaowei had little experience with romance and didn’t fully understand it.
Though she had picked up stray dogs and cats before—probably similar, right?
She grabbed her keys and hurried out. The white fluorescent panel on her system-issued navigator displayed two red dots, tracking the locations of the male and female leads.
"Yan Chen has the wild system’s halo and protagonist aura, making it easy for him to charm An Wan."
"So how do we kill him?" An Xiaowei sat in the taxi, watching the moving dots on the screen, already sharpening her metaphorical blades for the male lead.
A mutual crush?
If An Wan knew the guy had a pockmarked face, she wouldn’t be so thrilled.
Si choked on his words.
"Have you ever seen a novel where the male lead dies right at the start? Besides, this is modern society—murder isn’t exactly encouraged. And if An Wan found out, it’d tear you two apart."
Clearly, that wasn’t the outcome the original An Xiaowei would’ve wanted.
"What about the system? Can you destroy it?"
With Yan Chen’s protagonist aura and the system’s appearance upgrades, An Xiaowei figured the real problem was that damn system.
"I can destroy it, but sorry—this is a beginner’s mission. If you complete it without my help, the newbie rewards will be incredibly generous."
Si wanted to assist, but his hands were tied.
If the wild system died, the mission would end instantly—and then what would the readers even read? (Just kidding.)
"Fine, got it." An Xiaowei didn’t bother arguing further.
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant where the leads were meeting—more of a noodle joint, really.
Yan Chen, still a college senior, hadn’t yet fully benefited from the wild system’s enhancements.
All he had was his face and voice.
He didn’t even know his online crush was An Wan, a currently trending celebrity.
The system had sent him here, promising a seaside villa in the suburbs if he could steal a kiss from her.
When Yan Chen spotted the stunning beauty in a white mask, his eyes gleamed with infatuation, lingering on An Wan’s legs.
So slender, so long.
Perfect legs—they’d look even better in black stockings…
His imagination was already galloping across the grasslands of Inner Mongolia.
Meanwhile, An Wan gazed at the man in a simple white shirt and jeans.
Just as she’d imagined—clean, handsome, with a face rivaling any male celebrity’s, eyes like a sky full of stars.
And he was staring at her legs.
So bold!
It was both annoying and embarrassingly thrilling.
Her heart raced as she approached, only for Yan Chen to grab her hand.
His warm fingers brushed her knuckles, teasingly tracing a slow circle.
An Wan felt like she might faint.
So handsome!
This man knew exactly how to flirt.
His palm was so warm, enveloping hers completely.
Despite her inner swooning, An Wan only blushed to the tips of her ears, keeping her composure intact.
She had to leave a perfect impression on the man she adored.
Watching from the sidelines, An Xiaowei raised an eyebrow at An Wan’s near-catwalk strut.
"She’s got a serious case of delusion."
It was just hand-holding—was it really that big a deal?
And this noodle shop? An Wan hadn’t set foot in places like this since her child-star days at age ten.
"Hopeless. Time to prep the funeral band—I’ll be at the kids’ table." An Xiaowei was tempted to just walk out.
An Wan had worked with countless celebrities—Yan Chen’s looks were, at best, above average.
She’d even filmed kiss scenes with male gods who looked like they’d stepped out of a 3D model, yet she’d never acted this lovesick before.
And this Yan Chen had been ogling her legs from the moment he saw her. The old An Wan would’ve slapped him already.
The male lead’s halo was terrifyingly overpowered.
"I think there’s still hope," Si said just as a Maserati pulled up beside An Xiaowei.
The window rolled down, revealing a woman in a soft green dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her delicate features held a timeless beauty—radiant as spring peaches, serene as autumn chrysanthemums, with dimples that caught the light like sunlit ripples.
"Xiaowei? What are you doing here? Where’s An Wan?" Ning Moqing asked with a playful smile.
"Just grabbing a bite. I’m starving," An Xiaowei replied, recognizing her instantly thanks to the system’s prompt.
"What a coincidence! I just left my parents’ place and was craving food too. Want Italian, Chinese, or maybe Japanese?"
Ning Moqing parked and stepped out, only to see An Xiaowei dart into the noodle shop.
She moved fast, but Ning Moqing still caught a glimpse of her retreating figure.
Why run? They’d known each other for years.
Inside, Ning Moqing spotted An Xiaowei at the second-to-last table.
A young couple sat nearby—the guy was decent, but the girl’s back looked oddly familiar.
An Wan rarely wore today’s outfit, so Ning Moqing didn’t recognize her at first.
She slid into the seat opposite An Xiaowei, about to speak, when Xiaowei raised a finger to her lips.
Shh—
Before Ning Moqing could react, she heard a voice she knew all too well.
"Um, my identity’s a bit sensitive. You probably know me—just call me Xiao Wan," An Wan murmured, though Ning Moqing heard every word.
No wonder Xiaowei was here.
But a place like this? An Wan hadn’t visited a noodle joint in over a decade.
Across from her, Yan Chen chuckled, his voice dropping into a teasing purr.
"Why aren’t you calling me hubby anymore?"
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?"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?"
