Hearing these words, Lin Qingyan's eyes suddenly lit up.
A warm current surged in her heart; this was the warmth of being taken seriously.
She knew it!
She knew Gu Chengyin was the best!
He would never brush her off.
He would never deceive her.
He would never treat her words as nonsense.
He would listen earnestly, think earnestly, and respond earnestly.
Even if he wanted to leave, it was all for her own good! It was because he didn't want her to get hurt!
All the tangles, worries, and feelings of helplessness in Lin Qingyan's heart...
...seemed to find an outlet in this instant.
She leaned forward, almost pressing right up against Gu Chengyin, and looked into his eyes.
Gu Chengyin's gaze was equally gentle and affectionate.
He was now basically certain that Lin Qingyan was highly likely completely love-struck.
If he didn't want to repeat the fate of being knocked out by lightning, tied up, or even locked in a dark room...
...the only way was to placate her first, at least until he had the power to protect himself and could fight her to a draw.
Now there was truly a compelling reason to force Emperor Luo to abdicate.
At least in Gu Chengyin's eyes, as long as Emperor Luo was still breathing,
he would absolutely never let him advance any further.
It was even possible that he was already treating him as a whetstone for Luo Zhao.
If it weren't for Emperor Luo having Luo Zhao as a weakness...
...with the resources of the entire Great Luo, he would be terrifyingly invincible.
To make Gu Chengyin believe her, Lin Qingyan thought about it very seriously and carefully.
Weighing her words, she said cautiously:
Chengcheng, do you think there's such a possibility?
Zhao'er... actually wants to be like me.
Gu Chengyin paused slightly. Luo Zhao wanted to be like Lin Qingyan?
What did that mean? Was Lin Qingyan projecting herself onto Luo Zhao?
Lin Qingyan continued, speaking slowly, as if thinking while she spoke:
How should I put it... it's like crippling all your cultivation, erasing all your identities, and stripping away all your status.
Dragging you down from your place high up like the bright moon, banishing you into the mortal dust, and then intentionally stepping on you a few times.
Then appearing before you as a savior, telling you that in this world, I am the only one who loves you.
Then I could trick you into going to a place no one knows about, lock you up, and have you belong to me alone forever.
Gu Chengyin: ...
He rarely experienced a brain crash due to the sheer volume of information revealed in someone's words.
But at this moment, his brain really did crash a little.
Cripple all cultivation?
Erase all identities?
Drag down ruthlessly?
Only I love you?
A place no one knows about?
Belong to me alone forever?
This...
This is...
This is a crime, isn't it?!
Gu Chengyin's mouth twitched.
The look in his eyes as he stared at Lin Qingyan became increasingly incredulous.
Yet Lin Qingyan didn't notice anything wrong at all and continued talking to herself:
Chengcheng, think about it. Zhao'er is the Crown Princess, a proud daughter of heaven. She's had whatever she wanted since she was a child, but you...
At this point, Lin Qingyan bit her lower lip, and her tone couldn't help but turn sour:
You treat Zhao'er so well, assisting her and protecting her.
Not only did you help her gain a firm foothold, but you also shielded her from the wind and rain, even risking your life to help her expand her power.
But you have never truly belonged to her.
If it were me, I would definitely go crazy too.
As Lin Qingyan spoke, she suddenly felt like she had found the logic, and her eyes couldn't help but light up:
You see, if this edict was issued by Zhao'er,
don't you think it feels a lot like possession?
Making you lose everything, so that in the end, you can only rely on her.
Turning you from the high-and-mighty Junior Preceptor to the Crown Princess into an existence that can only depend on her.
So, this imperial edict is just the beginning.
Lin Qingyan paused, but with an indescribable certainty:
There will definitely be an endless stream of offensives waiting for you after this!
Until you are truly beaten down into the dust.
Gu Chengyin: ...
He looked at Lin Qingyan's face, which was slightly flushed from her deduction.
Suddenly, he didn't know what to say.
Now he truly didn't know what to say.
Although what Lin Qingyan said was well-founded, logical, and formed a closed loop,
Gu Chengyin didn't actually suspect Luo Zhao because of it.
He only had one thought in his mind right now.
Lin Qingyan seemed to be talking about Luo Zhao with every sentence, but in reality, every sentence was about herself.
Especially those sparkling eyes.
They were full of expectation, full of yearning, and even held a hint of eagerness to give it a try.
Was she deducing Luo Zhao's thoughts, or deducing her own future?
Gu Chengyin finally understood.
Lin Qingyan wasn't analyzing Luo Zhao; she was projecting herself.
The words she just said, rather than guessing Luo Zhao's thoughts, were more like...
...describing Lin Qingyan's own deepest desires.
She didn't really want to harm him; she wanted to possess him.
So she wanted to drag him, the high-and-mighty Junior Preceptor, down into the dust.
And then lock him up, so he could belong only to Lin Qingyan forever.
Gu Chengyin's Adam's apple bobbed. The more terrifying point was...
Lin Qingyan had said these things unconsciously.
This proved that these were her true thoughts, her deepest hidden intentions.
And even now, Lin Qingyan still hadn't realized what she had actually said.
She even looked at Gu Chengyin with full expectation, hoping to get his approval:
Chengcheng, what do you think? Isn't my deduction very logical?
Looking into Lin Qingyan's eyes, Gu Chengyin fell silent for a moment.
Finally, he spoke with some difficulty:
Little Aunt.
Hmm?
You...
Gu Chengyin took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, carefully weighed his words, and asked:
I must admit, what you said makes a lot of sense. It's indeed not just empty talk, and the logic is very sound.
Hearing Gu Chengyin's affirmation, Lin Qingyan's eyes shone even brighter. Just as she was about to say something, she heard Gu Chengyin continue:
But, I want to ask you one more question.
Were the things you just said actually your own thoughts, or...
Lin Qingyan froze. What kind of question was that?
What she thought was naturally her own thoughts! Could it be...
Wait.
Lin Qingyan suddenly realized something was wrong.
What had she just been thinking about?
Erasing all of Gu Chengyin's cultivation.
Dragging him from the high moon down into the dust.
And then...
And then...
Lin Qingyan was stunned. She looked at Gu Chengyin and saw the complex gleam in his eyes.
She finally realized something; she finally realized what exactly she had just said.
Then, Lin Qingyan's face flushed bright red.
The redness spread all the way from her cheeks to the base of her ears, and from her ears down to the sides of her neck, burning so hot it felt like she was going to emit smoke.
Oh my god!
What on earth had she just said?!
Weren't these things she was only supposed to think about in her head?
How did she speak her innermost thoughts out loud!
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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!
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?"
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?!
