Finally, Lin Qingyan spoke slowly:
"What do you want?"
No beating around the bush, no probing, just straight to the point.
Gu Chengyin smiled, his smile radiant:
"Little Aunt is as straightforward as ever."
"Rest assured, Little Aunt, I am definitely not someone who doesn't know what's good for him."
These words served to reassure Lin Qingyan first, indicating that he wouldn't make any excessive demands.
Then, Gu Chengyin revealed his true purpose:
"I mainly want to get some information from you, Little Aunt."
"For instance..."
"His Majesty's cultivation level."
Lin Qingyan stared straight at Gu Chengyin, as if trying to see right through him.
A faint, dense scent of ionization quietly circulated in the air, an outward manifestation of her fluctuating emotions.
After a long while, she slowly spoke:
"If I tell you, you will let me continue my comprehension?"
The question was direct, without the slightest concealment. Since this was a transaction, the terms needed to be clear.
Gu Chengyin thought for a moment, then tentatively extended his right index finger, making a gesture for one:
"Fifteen minutes?"
Before he could even finish his sentence, he saw the faint lightning flickering around Lin Qingyan suddenly become agitated!
Arcs of electricity crackled in the air, instantly weaving into a dense web of lightning.
Gu Chengyin immediately changed his tune, speaking rapidly:
"An hour! That is the absolute limit!"
"Little Aunt, comprehending the Immortal Dao requires a gradual process. Too long a time will easily deplete your mental energy, and the loss will outweigh the gain!"
Only then did the lightning around Lin Qingyan slowly dissipate, eventually vanishing into nothingness.
"It is the Golden Core realm, but it is incomplete."
Gu Chengyin raised an eyebrow.
What did that mean?
However, seeing that Lin Qingyan did not continue speaking and just looked at him quietly,
Gu Chengyin thought for a moment and understood. She was waiting for him to ask another question.
One question in exchange for an hour.
He had just asked a question, and Lin Qingyan had answered.
But if he wanted to know the reason, he had to ask again.
A very fair trade.
Gu Chengyin smiled and tactfully asked his second question:
"Why is it incomplete?"
Hearing Gu Chengyin take the initiative to ask, Lin Qingyan finally continued to answer:
"He was assassinated during his breakthrough, leaving his Golden Core flawed."
Gu Chengyin's pupils slightly contracted. That short sentence contained an astonishing amount of information.
No wonder every time he went to see Emperor Luo, the Emperor was always reviewing memorials and handling official business, never cultivating or in seclusion.
It turned out he wasn't so diligent that he forgot to eat and sleep; rather, his cultivation had already reached its peak.
A flawed Golden Core meant the path forward was severed.
No matter how much he cultivated or how hard he tried, he could not advance another step.
The early stage of the Golden Core realm was the end; it was impossible to ever improve.
For a cultivator, this was a torment worse than death.
Especially for an emperor, sitting on the resources of the entire Great Luo, yet unable to advance due to a flawed Golden Core, helplessly watching his lifespan slip away...
Just thinking about that feeling made Gu Chengyin feel suffocated.
At this point, a strange expression appeared on Lin Qingyan's face, and she offered unprompted:
"I will give you this one for free. It is said that the method to complete the Immortal Dao can mend a flawed Golden Core."
These words exploded like thunder in Gu Chengyin's mind.
In an instant, all the clues and doubts connected together.
Emperor Luo had a flawed Golden Core and his path forward was severed; this was the premise.
After learning that Gu Chengyin was the heir of the Qingyun Immortal Clan, he promoted him to the key position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites; this was the layout.
Then, the Azure Sword Sect took the initiative to invite Gu Chengyin to complete the inheritance and reconnect the Immortal Dao; this was the purpose.
Bringing the method back to mend the flawed Golden Core was the ultimate goal.
No wonder Emperor Luo didn't care at all, even knowing he was just an immortal clan alias found by the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion.
Instead, he even helped him solidify this identity.
Because in Emperor Luo's eyes, whether Gu Chengyin was a true immortal clan heir was unimportant.
What mattered was whether he could bring back the method to complete the Immortal Dao from the Qingyun Sect.
Gu Chengyin's eyes flickered unpredictably as he rapidly sorted through all of this.
Lin Qingyan didn't interrupt, just watching him quietly.
After a long time, Gu Chengyin raised his head and looked at Lin Qingyan.
He didn't ask anything more about Emperor Luo, but instead asked:
"Little Aunt, do you want His Majesty to complete his Golden Core?"
The moment this question was asked, it seemed to stir up something weighing on Lin Qingyan's mind.
The originally calm lightning around her began to agitate once more.
This time, it was more violent than any time before.
The lightning instantly surged, turning into countless streaks of golden thunder that leaped and intertwined madly around her!
Gu Chengyin only felt a terrifying aura rush towards his face, as if he were in the center of a thunderstorm.
There was a scorched smell in the air, and a stinging, numbing sensation transmitted across his skin.
But he didn't retreat, nor did he even circulate his spiritual energy to resist.
Gu Chengyin just sat there quietly, letting the golden thunder leap and flash around him, his eyes staring unblinkingly into Lin Qingyan's eyes.
The golden thunder lasted for about three breaths of time before abruptly stopping.
A smile slowly appeared on Lin Qingyan's face, very beautiful.
Like a blooming snow lotus, yet carrying a chilling intent that made one's heart palpitate.
She didn't directly answer Gu Chengyin's question, but instead asked in return:
"Can you ensure that Zhao'er ascends the throne?"
The question was abrupt, seemingly entirely unrelated to the previous topic.
But Gu Chengyin understood.
Lin Qingyan was asking about his stance: are you on Emperor Luo's side, or on Luo Zhao's side?
If Emperor Luo completed his Golden Core and took his cultivation a step further, his throne would be even more secure, and his lifespan would be greatly extended.
When that time came, would Luo Zhao still be able to ascend the throne smoothly?
When would an emperor at the Golden Core realm, who might even attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul realm, ever abdicate?
I'm afraid it would be in the unforeseeable future.
Therefore, Emperor Luo completing his Golden Core might not be a good thing for Luo Zhao.
Gu Chengyin also smiled, open and sincere:
"Her Highness ascending the throne is my lifelong wish."
These words were spoken with complete candor, without the slightest hint of falsehood.
Lin Qingyan just quietly locked eyes with Gu Chengyin, her gaze flowing with profound meaning.
"Why?"
"With your abilities, wouldn't pledging direct loyalty to His Majesty offer much better prospects than pledging loyalty to Zhao'er?"
Speaking of this, a faint trace of murderous intent revealed itself in Lin Qingyan's eyes:
"Or could it be that you are after Zhao'er's body?"
However, the smile on Gu Chengyin's face slowly faded.
He sat up straight, his expression turning serious, his eyes clear and resolute:
"Her Highness is indeed peerless in her elegance, with beauty that could topple the world."
"But I have no such intentions. When all is said and done, this matter boils down to a single word: destiny."
"Her Highness and I share a fated destiny, an unbreakable bond."
"But His Majesty is the ruler, and I am the subject."
"He promoted me to use me."
"I obey his orders because I am forced by the circumstances."
"Therefore, Little Aunt, compared to His Majesty, in my capacity as the Junior Preceptor to the Crown Heir,"
"I naturally hope more for Her Highness to ascend the throne."
Lin Qingyan looked at Gu Chengyin indifferently, not continuing the topic.
Instead, she asked straightforwardly:
"Do you have any other questions?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
