An Xiaowei lowered her head to look at Yan Chen, taking a moment to calm the lingering resentment from the original host. Only then did she feel her mood improve significantly.
The two locked eyes, but An Xiaowei couldn’t help but avert her gaze—Yan Chen was just too ugly.
"Drink more hot water and go to bed early."
With those eight words, An Xiaowei turned and walked away.
However, as soon as she got into the car, she remembered something.
"Hey, Si… what about Li Jiaojiao?"
Though Li Jiaojiao’s decision to sacrifice herself had been unexpected, the methods for manipulating a man’s heart had been taught to her by An Xiaowei.
In this matter, An Xiaowei owed her an apology.
"Li Jiaojiao? In the novel, she wasn’t exactly a good person, but she did have a deep hatred for Yan Chen. Because she schemed against An Wan early on, both her parents and her met tragic ends. As compensation, how about I restore her memories from her past life?"
Si thought for a moment—this was the only way to make it up to Li Jiaojiao.
But the credit would have to go to An Xiaowei alone, since the original host had despised Li Jiaojiao to the core.
"Okay, thank you, Si. Sending you love!" An Xiaowei sneakily glanced at Lin Zixuan, who was driving in front, before clasping her hands together and forming a big heart for Si.
"Are you flirting with me?" Si’s voice carried a hint of cool detachment.
An Xiaowei: ?
"Only a dirty mind would think that." She expressed utter disdain for the system’s assumptions.
A filthy mind sees filth everywhere—she was a pure-hearted soul, after all!
"But, System, after I leave, what about that incident with Xu Ya’s medicine?" An Xiaowei still remembered what Ning Moqing had done.
The whole thing had been unfair to her.
"Oh, that? Don’t worry. Even though you used An Xiaowei’s identity to enter this world, the body wasn’t actually hers. It’s our company’s latest customizable host body, exclusively designed for system-bound users. Each world updates the body’s data based on the character’s settings."
"You entered using this body."
"Then, when I’m revived, will I use this body too?" An Xiaowei grew excited.
Did that mean she could come back to life immediately?
"Of course not. This body works well in the novel’s world, but in the real world, it’s missing something crucial."
"Soul energy." An Xiaowei already knew what Si was going to say.
But gathering it seemed like an incredibly difficult task.
Still, she felt like she was forgetting something.
Oh, right—now that Yan Chen’s system had disappeared, logically, there was no way he and An Wan could end up together.
Yet the mission progress was still stuck at 99%. Did that mean she had to wait until An Wan got married before she could leave?
This was ridiculous.
As An Xiaowei grumbled internally, An Wan in the front seat slowly woke up, rubbing her temples. The memory of what had just happened sent a shiver down her spine.
"By the way, Xiaowei, are you okay? Did anything happen to you just now?" An Wan quickly turned to ask.
"Nope. That Yan Chen’s just insane." An Xiaowei replied irritably.
Honestly, if Yan Chen hadn’t been so determined to pick a fight with her, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a miserable state.
"You mean… that was Yan Chen?" An Wan frowned, lost in thought.
She distinctly remembered Yan Chen wasn’t…
An image of that pockmarked face flashed through her mind, and suddenly, all her memories of Yan Chen were replaced by that same hideous face—yet she had once blushed and even wanted to throw herself into his arms.
An Wan: …
Was she out of her mind?
She couldn’t fathom how that Yan Chen had ever become her boyfriend.
Absolutely terrifying.
Her heart still hadn’t settled.
"Xiaowei, should I take you back to the villa, or to Grandpa An’s place in Peaceful Village? He misses you," Lin Zixuan asked, glancing back after noticing her earlier bad mood.
Luckily, the villa and Peaceful Village were in the same direction.
Though An Wan, the elder granddaughter, was gentle and sensible, the mischievous An Xiaowei had also won Grandpa An’s heart.
"Let’s go to Grandpa’s place. I’ve already submitted my thesis to my advisor, so I’ll wait for his feedback before heading home."
Thanks to Ning Moqing’s supervision, she was the first in her class to turn in her paper.
With her topic settled long ago, a few revisions would be enough to ensure she graduated without a hitch.
"Alright. If you need any help with revisions later, you can always ask me," Lin Zixuan offered with a smile.
"Don’t worry, writing a thesis is easy—anyone with hands can do it." An Xiaowei waved dismissively.
After being forced to write under Ning Moqing’s watch, she had practically mastered the art of thesis-writing.
"Got it." Lin Zixuan chuckled softly.
After all, his future sister-in-law had done him a huge favor. Though he and An Wan weren’t officially together yet, just being able to get close to his goddess as a friend was enough to make him ecstatic.
Watching Lin Zixuan and her little sister chat so happily, An Wan felt the lingering fear in her heart gradually fade.
This… felt nice.
However, An Xiaowei soon regretted staying at the An family’s old house.
Though the family chef’s cooking was excellent, the sheer amount of dog food being shoved down her throat was unbearable.
Morning—
An Xiaowei stepped outside, stretching lazily, only to see An Wan slipping on her jacket and asking,
"Xiaowei, I’m heading out to grab breakfast. Do you want anything?"
"You don’t have a car here, so I’ll drive you. I also need to pick something up from the city," Lin Zixuan added smoothly, casually taking An Wan’s hand.
An Wan’s face instantly flushed red, her ears burning. Before she could react, Lin Zixuan quickly pulled back.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to… sis."
"I-It’s fine. Let’s just go together." An Wan forced a laugh, trying to dispel the awkward tension.
And just like that, the two left—though they weren’t holding hands, their cheerful conversation and harmonious atmosphere said it all.
An Xiaowei watched them go, expressionless.
So much for giving her a chance to say what she wanted to eat.
Noon—
"Grandpa, how’s the dumpling I made? Pretty good, right? I think my cooking skills have improved a lot lately."
An Wan placed a dumpling in Grandpa An’s bowl with a soft smile.
Grandpa An took a bite of the fragrant dumpling. "Not bad at all."
"Of course! Who do you think taught her?" Lin Zixuan boasted proudly.
Then he turned and saw An Xiaowei eating her dumplings without even looking down, her eyes fixed on him like lasers.
Like this: (ಠ_ಠ)
As if trying to bore holes into his face with her stare.
Did he think she hadn’t noticed the "hands-on" teaching? What kind of nonsense was that?
But An Xiaowei couldn’t exactly accuse Lin Zixuan of taking advantage—her sister was just hopelessly clumsy, and he’d had no choice but to guide her physically.
Lin Zixuan glanced at An Xiaowei, then at An Wan.
"Sis, your little sister is terrifying."
An Xiaowei: Fck you!
An Wan: ?
Please stop calling me "sis"—I can’t take it anymore.
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?"
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
