Jianghai Hospital.
When Shen Wan'er lifted the cloth covering the corpse lying on the mortuary table, her expression remained frozen in shock.
"Little brother..."
Though this younger brother of hers had always been reckless and aimless, as his elder sister, Shen Wan'er had given him all her love.
Even knowing he was addicted to gambling, she had clung to the hope that he would eventually turn his life around.
She remembered the last time Shen Tian had come to borrow money from her, swearing he would quit after paying off his debts.
But now...
How could it end like this?
Xiao Lin stood behind Shen Wan'er, watching her numb expression. Unable to bear it, he spoke softly, "Wan'er..."
Before he could finish, Shen Wan'er collapsed into his arms, her voice choked with sobs.
"My brother... Shen Tian was such a good kid when he was little..."
"It was only after he fell in with the wrong crowd that he got hooked on gambling."
"Xiao Lin..."
Shen Wan'er was shattered. She had never imagined her brother would die like this—by jumping off a building.
He had sold off the Shen Family estate and left behind fifty million in gambling debts.
It felt like her world was collapsing.
While Shen Wan'er was breaking down, her parents stood nearby, alternating between weeping and cursing.
"That wretched boy! He secretly signed the sale agreement behind our backs, selling the Shen Family for just ten million!"
"And then he gambled it all away, losing even more money!"
"That good-for-nothing..."
After their outburst, they grabbed Shen Wan'er's arms, wailing.
"Daughter, you have to buy the Shen Family back!"
"Your father and I are sleeping on the streets with nowhere to go!"
"The servants all ran off the moment they found out. We have no one to take care of us!"
"Daughter, forget about the company—come back and look after us!"
"Your father and I are broke! My beauty salon membership is about to expire—what are we supposed to do?"
Shen Wan'er's father noticed Xiao Lin’s cheap clothes and shoved him away in disgust.
"Where did this penniless brat come from? Don’t you dare hug my daughter!"
"People like you are a bad influence on her!"
"She was supposed to marry into a high-society family! Get lost!"
Xiao Lin let go of Shen Wan'er under the push. She stayed silent, leaving him no room to argue.
Though they were in a relationship, Shen Wan'er had never allowed anything intimate between them.
"Enough!"
Shen Wan'er covered her ears, her voice trembling with fury as she glared at her parents.
"Shen Tian is dead! His body is right here!"
"And yet you... you..."
Unable to bring herself to say more, she averted her gaze, took Xiao Lin's hand, and muttered in a hollow voice,
"I’ll buy the Shen Family back."
"Stay in a hotel for now."
"And I’ll handle Shen Tian’s funeral arrangements."
At this, her parents exchanged glances, their tears vanishing instantly.
"Well... alright then, daughter."
"Just keep depositing our living expenses into the usual account."
Without another word, Shen Wan'er led Xiao Lin away.
But once they were back in the car, her composure shattered.
She broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Xiao Lin fumbled, unsure how to comfort her.
After what felt like an eternity, Shen Wan'er finally stopped crying.
She lifted her head, studying Xiao Lin’s face as if weighing a decision.
Then, out of nowhere, she asked,
"Xiao Lin... have you ever been in a relationship before? Any... experience?"
Xiao Lin stiffened, stammering, "N-no! Wan'er, you’re my first girlfriend! Experience? What kind of—?"
His flustered innocence inexplicably lightened Shen Wan'er’s mood.
Wiping her tears, she managed a faint smile.
"Tonight... let’s do it."
Xiao Lin was the only one who stood by her. And given his unusual background and strength, she needed to secure him—now.
Xiao Lin’s brain short-circuited. "!!!"
Even the Dragon Lord in his mind cackled with glee.
[Kid!! You lucky dog!!]
[With her pure Yin constitution, your cultivation will break through to new heights!!]
But neither of them knew...
Their entire conversation was being broadcast live in a hidden room.
Hope’s Light.
["Tonight, let’s do it."]
A group of elite assassins and Gu Yan’s trusted subordinates stared at the large screen.
"Perfect! They’ve finally reached this stage!"
"Quick! Inform the master immediately!"
"Right away!"
"Uh... Instructor, what does 'do it' mean?"
"...Kids shouldn’t ask questions like that."
......
......
Time passed.
Night fell.
The dagger was ready. Everything was in place.
Gu Yan, embodying the Night King’s majesty, stood atop a skyscraper.
He drew the Night’s Dagger from his system inventory.
Though he sensed no connection to its original owner, the blade obeyed his will.
Was this the privilege Little Leng had granted him...?
At this thought, Gu Yan said indifferently, "Report the situation."
The next second.
Gurgle.
Old Gao slowly coalesced from a liquid form into a humanoid shape, standing beside Gu Yan.
He spoke slowly, "Xiao Lin and Shen Wan'er's relationship has heated up rapidly. It's already begun."
Hearing this,
Gu Yan nodded. "Good."
He gripped the dagger.
A peculiar glint flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't forgotten about Xiao Lin, the protagonist.
Instead, he had been waiting for the right moment—a moment to use the Cultivation Destruction Potion.
Now, with the dagger in hand and the opportunity ripe,
everything was in place.
"All units, move out."
As Gu Yan's words fell,
countless shadows streaked through the night, teleporting toward the Spring Hill Residential Complex where Xiao Lin and Shen Wan'er were.
"Let's go, Old Gao. We need to ensure everything goes smoothly."
"Understood, Young Master."
......
......
Dragon King Mountain.
Inside a certain cave.
A frail, bandaged elder prostrated himself before a row of eerie stone statues. "Great Ones, the heavens have shifted, and the prophecy has changed."
"Please guide us on the path forward!"
As his voice faded,
BOOM!
Bolts of lightning split the sky, their glow illuminating the statues, making their eyes gleam with a sinister crimson hue—as if they had come to life.
Voices echoed from within the cave.
[The Night King... awakens...]
[The world... changes...]
[Jianghai...]
[The vessel... must die...]
Hearing these new omens, the elder's expression twisted in horror.
The Night King awakens... the world changes...
Jianghai? The vessel?!
No!
His eyes turned savage. "Everyone! To Jianghai at once!"
"Protect Xiao Lin at all costs!"
As his command rang out,
BUZZZZ—
The air trembled with the distortion of countless spatial rifts.
......
......
Inside a bedroom in the Spring Hill Residential Complex.
Xiao Lin's heart raced with excitement. Finally, he was about to be with his goddess!
After so much struggle, it was finally happening!
Dragon Lord Ye, equally thrilled, emerged from Xiao Lin's chest.
He grinned and reminded him, "Heh, kid, you’ve hit the jackpot."
"Once things settle with Shen Wan'er, set your sights higher—like Ning Qian. These women are all into you!"
Xiao Lin flushed, scratching his nose sheepishly. "I know, Dragon Lord. You’ve told me a hundred times."
Just then,
the sound of running water from the bathroom stopped.
Shen Wan'er stepped out in a silk nightgown, leaving Xiao Lin momentarily stunned.
Seeing his dazed expression, she sighed inwardly.
Fine.
She walked over, dimmed the mood lights, and said, "Let’s begin."
Xiao Lin stammered, "Oh—oh, right!"
To him,
tonight was destined to be an unforgettable, magical night.
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?"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?"
