After lunch.
The afternoon sunlight spilled over the open garden of the Gu Family Mansion.
Ding~
A soft, jade-like melody began to play. It was Gu Yan, sitting on a vintage wooden piano bench in the garden pavilion, his hands gently brushing over the black and white keys, adding a touch of elegance to the tranquil afternoon.
Leng Qingqiu sat nearby on a rattan chair, holding a book with a textured surface.
It was a book designed for the blind.
She felt the words jumping beneath her fingertips, while unfamiliar melodies lingered in her ears.
The lazy warmth of the post-lunch hour intertwined with a gentle tenderness, and Leng Qingqiu gradually became immersed in it. All of this slowly soothed her nerves, which were usually tightly wound.
Comfortable and warm, Leng Qingqiu wanted to let go of everything and lose herself in the moment.
But!...
She shook her head.
No, no, Leng Qingqiu, how can you indulge in such a gentle, comfortable world like this?!
You haven’t finished your revenge yet—how can you afford to slack off now?
Leng Qingqiu tried to maintain her usual icy demeanor, but the desire to relax was something she couldn’t suppress.
Until a warm beam of sunlight fell on her, quietly loosening the walls around her heart.
She relaxed, closed the book, and lay back on the rattan chair, her breathing gradually steadying.
Forget it... taking a break once in a while probably wouldn’t hurt.
The afternoon passed slowly to the sound of the piano and the rustling of book pages, as if the world had frozen in time.
This might have been the warmest afternoon Leng Qingqiu had experienced since taking on her mission of revenge.
It was also the only afternoon she had spent outside.
In the living room.
Leng Ling'er looked out at Gu Yan and Leng Qingqiu.
She felt a bit conflicted inside.
Hmm... how should I put this...
Should I tell Gu Yan about the other sister?
To tell or not to tell?
If I tell him, he might not believe me—he might even laugh and say I’ve been reading too many novels.
But if I don’t tell him, I feel like something bad might happen, especially since the other sister’s goal seems to be Gu Yan’s heart’s blood.
But... maybe I’m wrong, and she doesn’t need the heart’s blood anymore?
To be honest, Leng Ling'er had always felt that there might be things in this world that went beyond human understanding.
Like the other sister—she might be another personality of her older sister.
As for how it formed... Leng Ling'er guessed it was probably because of what happened back then.
Of course, she didn’t remember much about that time, only that the other sister had said she needed heart’s blood.
Thinking of this, Leng Ling'er clutched her chest, her eyes flickering with hesitation and worry.
Ugh!! So annoying!
Should I at least give Gu Yan a heads-up that my sister might have another personality?
After struggling with the thought for a while,
Leng Ling'er sighed and decided she had to warn Gu Yan.
After all, the other sister... was dangerous!
Time flew by.
Before dinner.
Leng Ling'er pulled Gu Yan into a corner.
While carefully making sure Leng Qingqiu was still in the kitchen, she whispered mysteriously to Gu Yan, “Brother-in-law, what if—just what if—my sister has more than one personality? What would you think?”
?
More than one personality?
Gu Yan thought for a moment after hearing this.
He counted on his fingers.
First, there was the original dark personality, then the initial cold personality after the transmigration, followed by the tsundere personality, then the shy personality...
Well, no matter what personality it was,
Gu Yan’s response was...
“She’s just absolutely adorable!”
Gu Yan said with a look that clearly showed how much he adored Leng Qingqiu.
Seeing this, Leng Ling'er facepalmed—there was no way to communicate with this hopeless romantic!
Thump thump!!
She patted Gu Yan’s chest and continued, “Let me rephrase the question!”
“What if—just what if—my sister’s personality is terrifying? So terrifying that she might want to... uh, let’s say, dig out your heart or something like that.”
??
Huh? Leng Qingqiu digging out my heart?
For some reason, that sounded oddly thrilling.
So Gu Yan coughed lightly and asked, “Do you mean metaphorically, like stealing my heart?”
“No! I mean physically!”
Leng Ling'er exclaimed, pouting in frustration.
Ugh, you idiot Gu Yan, I’m being serious here! How can you still joke around at a time like this?
Physically...
Now Gu Yan wasn’t in the mood to joke anymore.
He suddenly looked seriously at the little yellow-haired girl in front of him.
Normally, she was carefree and easygoing, so Gu Yan had assumed she was just messing with him again.
But...
He recalled the plot from the original story.
It was a scene that should have happened to Leng Ling'er in the original plot.
[Sister... use my heart’s blood to help you...]
[Actually... I know... this can restore your sight...]
!!
Gu Yan’s expression remained calm, but deep down, he seemed to understand something.
That was...
Leng Ling'er... knew the condition for her sister’s eyes to be restored?
Gu Yan began to recall the original plot.
After the incident with Shen Wan'er’s younger brother, Shen Tian, at the KTV, Leng Qingqiu had killed Shen Tian in the original story to protect her sister.
When Xiao Lin found out, he sought revenge for the grieving Shen Wan'er and killed Leng Ling'er, who was a minor antagonist in the early stages.
The scene where she offered her heart’s blood happened after Leng Ling'er’s death.
Judging by the timeline, Gu Yan had already avoided that outcome after arriving in this world.
Which meant...
Leng Ling'er had known about the heart’s blood a long, long time ago.
But...
How did she know?
And how did she find out?
Combined with what she was saying now about multiple personalities...
A sudden realization dawned on Gu Yan.
That was...
Leng Qingqiu! Really has more than one personality??
But thinking about it this way...
Gu Yan felt a cold sweat break out.
Could it be like I joked before—that the Leng Qingqiu I first met was one personality,
the one I got to know later was another personality,
and now, is this yet another personality?
No way!!
Wait! No, no, it’s impossible to have that many personalities...
Because Gu Yan suddenly thought of something.
Why hadn’t Leng Ling'er warned him before, but was suddenly bringing it up now?
Didn’t that mean that the Leng Qingqiu from before was indeed Leng Qingqiu, but now... or perhaps at some point...
The second personality, who had told Leng Ling'er about the heart’s blood, had appeared? And Leng Ling'er had noticed?
That’s why she was suddenly bringing this up.
With this thought, Gu Yan seemed to understand part of the situation.
Looking at Leng Ling'er, whose eyes showed a hint of worry,
Gu Yan smiled gently, reached out, and ruffled her yellow hair. “No one can take my heart.”
“Except your real sister.”
“Don’t overthink things. Everything will be fine as long as I’m here.”
Hearing this,
Leng Ling'er felt the worry in her heart gradually ease. She smiled and nodded at Gu Yan. “Okay!”
If her brother-in-law was here, then everything would be fine!
Because... her sister, who had once closed off her heart, had been changed by this very brother-in-law!

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.”

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?!

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?"

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