All eyes were on her. Every whisper and pointed finger rang in her ears. Shame surged through her veins.
So Luo Zhao behaved herself. She no longer dared to provoke him so brazenly.
Instead, she curled up completely in Gu Chengyin’s arms, not moving an inch.
Unfortunately, in Gu Chengyin’s eyes, this position not only offered her no protection—it made the tantalizing glimpse of her body even more alluring.
Beneath the moonlight, Luo Zhao’s skin shimmered with an ivory radiance. Every inch of it was like flawless white jade, meticulously polished by the finest artisan.
Smooth, delicate, without a single imperfection.
Her shoulders formed elegant, flowing lines; her collarbones were refined and distinct; her waist was so slender it could barely be encircled by one hand.
The curves of her body outlined a breathtakingly beautiful picture.
Yet the entire scene was blocked by an invisible barrier of spiritual power.
Those outside the tower could neither see nor hear anything. They knew nothing at all.
Only Gu Chengyin could admire this most beautiful of sights.
“Your Highness, am I still a useless little nobody?”
Luo Zhao’s body suddenly stiffened. How could she possibly answer that?
If he really were a useless nobody, he would not even be capable of looking her directly in the eye, much less treating her this way now.
Besides Gu Chengyin, who else would dare treat her like this?
Who else would dare strip the Crown Heir of Daluo bare?
No one.
Only Gu Chengyin.
Luo Zhao bit her lower lip tightly. Her voice squeezed through her teeth, so soft it was barely more than a breath.
It carried pleading, submission, and a tremor born of utter humiliation.
“I’m sorry, Master. I truly know I was wrong. I’ll never dare do it again.”
Luo Zhao was genuinely frightened now.
Not because she feared Gu Chengyin would hurt her—she had never been afraid of that.
What frightened her was her current state: a state in which she had not even the most basic covering to conceal her shame.
Even though the night wind was not cold in the slightest, and no one outside the tower could see a thing, Luo Zhao was still afraid. That fear came from within.
It came from the enormous gulf between her own perception of herself and the reality before her.
She was the Crown Heir of Daluo, the most revered woman in all of Daluo.
How could she be reduced to a lowly slave, standing in full view of the public without… without even a stitch of clothing on her?!
What kind of disgrace was this?
But Luo Zhao could not say those words aloud, because doing so would mean admitting that she truly was unclothed.
So she could only swallow them, letting them ferment in her stomach together with her shame.
And amid that overwhelming shame and fear, something else was hidden.
It was tiny—so tiny that one would never notice it without paying close attention.
Yet it was there, buried in the deepest corner of her heart, quietly taking root.
That something was excitement.
A deed this outrageous, this perverse—if Luo Zhao were acting on her own, she would never have done it.
She was the Crown Heir, the future empress, the cold, proud, solitary Princess.
How could someone like her ever do such a thing?
How could she appear atop a tower, beneath the starry sky, in a posture like this?
It did not suit her status. It did not suit her nature. It did not fit with everything she believed about herself.
And yet Luo Zhao had done it.
Though she had been forced, though she had provoked him first and been punished afterward, the result was the same.
She had done it.
She had appeared beneath the starry sky in a posture she would never have allowed herself to assume.
The posture itself was a complete overturning of her boundaries.
And such an overturning naturally brought with it a thrill unlike anything she had ever known.
This thrill did not come from physical contact, but from the sensation of her soul losing its footing.
And who had given her this feeling?
Gu Chengyin.
Only Gu Chengyin could have done so.
Because only he could make Luo Zhao willingly shatter her own boundaries.
Only he could make her find that delicate balance between unwillingness and the inability to refuse.
Only he could make her heart surge with a strange sense of security while she was doing something utterly absurd.
Therefore, no matter what happened, Luo Zhao absolutely could not allow herself to lose Gu Chengyin.
When this thought appeared in her mind, it was more resolute than ever before.
It was not because Gu Chengyin was clever, nor because he was powerful.
It was because only Gu Chengyin could make Luo Zhao’s soul lose its footing.
Only he could temporarily free her from the identity of the Crown Heir.
He allowed her to forget all responsibility and every rule, and simply be Luo Zhao.
If Gu Chengyin left, where would she find such a feeling again?
Nowhere.
She would never find it again.
Because Luo Zhao’s master was Gu Chengyin.
Gu Chengyin had no idea what was turning over and over in Luo Zhao’s heart.
His gaze swept across her body once, and he was forced to admit that Luo Zhao truly was alluring.
Not the kind of bold, intense allure that struck one all at once, but a subtler beauty that had to be savored carefully before its appeal could be fully appreciated.
Luo Zhao’s beauty was not like Lin Qingyan’s, which could take one’s breath away, nor like Shangguan Yunying’s, which was gentle and pervasive as rain nourishing the earth.
Hers was more secretive and dangerous, like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff.
One knew one should not approach, yet could not resist reaching out to pluck it.
Luo Zhao was also very light—so light that she felt almost like a feather in his arms, her weight barely perceptible.
Her skin was incredibly smooth, as though she were touching the finest silk, warm and soft beneath her fingers.
It was so alluring that even Gu Chengyin was having trouble maintaining control.
Luo Zhao keenly noticed the change in him.
She was simply too close—so close that it was impossible to ignore.
The realization filled her with an excitement she could barely suppress.
So Gu Chengyin wasn’t entirely as unmoved as he appeared.
That thought was like a ray of light shining into her heart, still clouded with shame and fear, scattering most of the gloom.
So did this count as him bringing trouble upon himself?
Regardless, Luo Zhao would never let such an opportunity slip away.
If she didn’t make good use of it, she wouldn’t be Luo Zhao.
The shame, fear, pleading, and feigned weakness from moments ago were all overwhelmed by this sudden delight.
Like dark clouds blown away by a powerful gust of wind, they revealed the clear, radiant sky beyond—a sight that lifted the spirits.
The realization made the corners of Luo Zhao’s lips curve even higher.
It also restored her courage, making her bolder than before.
Luo Zhao first glanced out beyond the tower at the night view.
The stars glittered brilliantly, and the moonlight flowed like water. In the distance, the countless lights of the divine capital shimmered through the darkness, like a sea of stars fallen upon the earth.
The cultivators on the training grounds were still diligently practicing. Beneath the moonlight, their sword flashes traced silver arcs through the air.
They were so focused and absorbed that they had no idea what was happening atop the tower.
Then Luo Zhao turned back to Gu Chengyin.
Her eyes sparkled, as though stars were dancing within them—or flames were burning there.
Her lips parted slightly, their soft curves gleaming with moisture beneath the moonlight.
Like a perfectly ripe cherry, waiting to be plucked.
“Master~ I can beg for mercy through my tears, too~”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
