Mo Hanyun couldn’t help but take a few more sniffs, and then he saw Little Wei raise her head, glaring at him coldly.
She looked like she wanted to devour him whole.
Mo Hanyun refused to back down and stared right back at her.
"Get lost," Little Wei spat out mercilessly.
Mo Hanyun: (￣ー￣)
As expected, he should never hope for this person to show him any kindness. But then again, they were sworn enemies to begin with.
"What’s with the attitude?" Mo Hanyun muttered under his breath, lowering his head to pick at the side dishes.
He used to come to this place often—alone. Never did he imagine his first time bringing someone here would be with Gu Wei.
The cold wind blew in from outside, making Little Wei shiver.
"You dragged me out here to drink just so we could… freeze?"
This guy was so detestable that even the factory wouldn’t want him.
"Drink a few more cups and you’ll warm up. By the way, your master won’t get mad that I took you out drinking, will she?"
Mo Hanyun’s sweet-talk made Little Wei reevaluate the man before her.
"No, she’s asleep. Besides, with your status, if she got angry, wouldn’t you just drag her out and execute her?"
Little Wei matched his sarcasm.
"Come on, don’t make me sound like some tyrant. It’s just… I can’t find her again. Hey, have you ever seen a woman with an extraordinary aura? Like, ethereally beautiful, with a voice like music, and most importantly—gentle, understanding, and obedient."
As he spoke, Mo Hanyun couldn’t help but blush.
Little Wei understood immediately and feigned realization. "Oh, you mean me?"
Mo Hanyun: …
This woman truly had no shame.
"Have you seen her or not?" Mo Hanyun grew impatient.
Little Wei mulled it over in her mind. Gentle = easy to bully. Obedient = easy to bully.
Had she ever met such a woman?
"Nope." She lifted her head and shook it decisively at Mo Hanyun.
Mo Hanyun’s face fell, but he still mustered the energy to pour Little Wei another bowl of wine.
"It’s fine. I’ll find her eventually," Mo Hanyun declared with renewed determination.
When he did, he’d make sure to give poor Little Wei the fattest red envelope as thanks.
"Who?" Little Wei couldn’t resist asking.
"My wife. You wouldn’t understand." Mo Hanyun’s eyes sparkled as he brought it up.
Little Wei fell silent for a moment, looking at him with pity.
Mo Hanyun: ?
What was that supposed to mean?
"Who in their right mind would fall for you?" Little Wei was genuinely curious about what this woman looked like.
To think Mo Hanyun was simping for someone—she couldn’t even picture him as a lovesick fool.
"Tch, she hasn’t fallen for me yet. But I’ll make it happen. Someone like you, who’ll never get married, wouldn’t understand."
Mo Hanyun waved her off dismissively.
Little Wei: ?
No personal attacks allowed.
"Yeah, yeah, sure. You’re the one who’ll get married," Little Wei fired back, sarcasm dialed to the max.
Looking down on her like he was some catch—she really wanted to laugh.
"You—" Mo Hanyun realized he was no match for Gu Wei in a war of words.
Granny Li, this woman had always been fierce in fights, but now that she was a girl, her tongue was just as sharp?
Unbelievable.
But he was a gentleman. He couldn’t just pick a fight with the female version of Gu Wei, could he?
That’d be like bullying a child. Mo Hanyun had no choice but to swallow his frustration.
Thankfully, after the meal, the two parted ways on bad terms.
Mo Hanyun walked Little Wei to the palace gates. Seeing her petite figure, he couldn’t resist pulling out a jade token from his pocket.
"Here, take this."
He handed it to her.
"What’s this? I don’t—"
"Take it." Si’s voice suddenly echoed in Little Wei’s mind.
Little Wei reluctantly accepted the token, but she still had to ask.
"Why are you giving me this?"
Under the moonlight, the jade token shimmered faintly, looking exquisite but otherwise useless—like an ornament.
"A parting gift. I couldn’t find her here, so I’m leaving tomorrow. Consider this a farewell. We won’t meet again."
"What do you mean—?" Before she could finish, Mo Hanyun vanished.
Well, it made sense. He was searching for the woman he loved. If he couldn’t find her here, he’d move on.
But…
"Holy—! Si, is he a host too? How else could he travel between novel worlds?"
Mo Hanyun didn’t seem like someone from ancient times at all.
Running around like this—it was almost like her own situation.
"He doesn’t have a system, so don’t get your hopes up. Keep the token for now. You can’t use it yet, but it’s a good protective charm."
The jade token originally belonged to Gu Wei, so Mo Hanyun hadn’t hesitated to give it away.
"Got it." The moment Little Wei spoke, the token disappeared from her hand.
Si had stored it in the system space.
Little Wei walked through the palace gates, glancing at the opposite hall, a faint smile curling her lips.
Tomorrow, her master’s blindfold would finally come off.
She went to sleep contentedly.
Meanwhile, Si let out a huge sigh of relief in the system space. Thank goodness that man was gone—thank goodness he couldn’t sense where she was.
Probably because Little Wei was her host, carrying her scent, Mo Hanyun had mistaken her for Si.
That could’ve been embarrassing.
What surprised her, though, was that Mo Hanyun hadn’t detected the soul fragment in Mu Miao.
Well, no matter. They’d only crossed paths once—it wasn’t like they’d keep running into each other.
The next day, a light drizzle fell, pattering softly against the bluestone pavement. Little Wei held an umbrella as she entered the western hall, finding her master seated calmly on a round stool. For some reason, her heart raced with nervousness.
Mo Qing…
No, her master. She’d finally get to see her master’s true face.
As Little Wei’s fingertips brushed Mu Miao’s cheek, the woman suddenly grasped her soft hand.
"My little disciple," Mu Miao’s voice was tender.
"Huh?" Little Wei froze.
"If I can see you now… would you pout for me?"
Mu Miao’s request was bizarre.
Little Wei choked. Pouting? Even a dog would cringe at that.
"No way. Master, you’re really testing me. I don’t know how. How about you pout for me instead? That works too."
She’d never seen Mu Miao act cute before.
Little Wei turned the tables.
Mu Miao: …
"Let’s… skip that." Mu Miao reached up and gently untied the silk blindfold. The white ribbon fluttered to the ground.
Her misty eyes, clear as a tranquil lake, slowly opened, the corners tinged with a faint redness—a remnant of the surgery.
But the blade Si had used was one she’d materialized herself. When Little Wei held it, it had felt cool to the touch.
Suddenly, Mu Miao pulled her into an embrace, and Little Wei stumbled forward into her arms.
"I can see you now, my little disciple. Give me a kiss."
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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?"
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.”
