She had only gotten halfway through her sentence when Shangguan Yunying suddenly stopped.
Because she realized what she was about to say.
Every day what?
Every day being disciplined?
Every day crying and begging for mercy?
That was far too shameless!
Where was her dignity? Her reserve? Her self-control?
At that moment, Shangguan Yunying’s face turned scarlet. She hurriedly waved her hands, moving them so fast they were almost a blur.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant.”
Her voice was hurried—so hurried that it sounded as though she were explaining some enormous misunderstanding.
And so hurried that it also sounded as though she were trying to conceal some unspeakable thought.
The more flustered she became, the redder her face grew.
The redder her face grew, the more flustered she became.
The more flustered she was, the less she could explain herself, and the less she could explain herself, the more flustered she became.
Just like that, she fell into an endless loop, unable to break free.
Watching Shangguan Yunying anxiously trying to defend herself, Gu Chengyin could not help but smile.
He lowered his head and brought his lips close to her ear.
“It’s just the two of us here. How about we do it one more time?”
Shangguan Yunying immediately lowered her head, her chin almost touching her chest. Loose strands of hair fell over her forehead, covering her eyes and revealing only the tip of her flushed nose and her tightly pursed lips.
Her heartbeat suddenly raced like a pounding drum—thump, thump, thump, thump—shaking her entire body from within her chest.
Her hands clutched Gu Chengyin’s robe tightly, her fingertips trembling. Her whole body looked like a taut string that might snap at any moment.
There was a voice in Shangguan Yunying’s heart saying: I want it.
She wanted to do it again. She wanted to be disciplined, wanted to collapse in Gu Chengyin’s arms, begging for mercy until she lost consciousness.
She had even prepared herself for it. In her mind, she had already rehearsed what would happen next and given herself countless rounds of mental preparation.
This time, she had to hold out a little longer. She absolutely could not give in after only a few thrusts.
But Shangguan Yunying could not bring herself to say any of that aloud.
Because she knew herself too well.
She knew exactly what she was capable of. She knew that no matter how much mental preparation she did or how firm her resolve was, the result would always be the same:
After only a few thrusts, she would be unable to go on, her eyes would roll back, and she would lose consciousness before she even had time to beg for mercy.
That realization made Shangguan Yunying feel deeply humiliated. It made her unable to hold her head up in front of Lin Qingyan, and it made her feel unworthy of being Gu Chengyin’s woman.
Because she was simply too weak.
So weak that even Shangguan Yunying herself was growing depressed over it.
Every time, she clearly made up her mind and prepared herself thoroughly.
She had even tried using her true qi to support herself, all so she could last a little longer.
But every time, the moment things began, she was already unable to continue.
Even after only a few thrusts, her eyes would roll back. This was not an exaggeration—she really could not last more than a few.
Shangguan Yunying had even begun to wonder whether something was wrong with her.
Perhaps her physical constitution was different from other women’s. Perhaps she had been born unsuited for this sort of thing.
But she knew that was not the case.
There was nothing wrong with her body. The problem was the person she was facing.
So it was not that she was too weak.
It was that Gu Chengyin was too strong.
When facing him, she was like a paper wall confronted by a flood. She would be swept away before she could even hold out for a second.
Shangguan Yunying raised her head and looked at the bright moon outside the window.
The moon was round and luminous, like a polished bronze mirror hanging in the ink-blue sky, spilling silver moonlight across the earth.
In the distance, the Divine Capital slept beneath the moonlight, quiet as a painting.
Her gaze settled on the full moon. She studied its outline, the shadows upon its surface, and the stars surrounding it.
Then she asked in a very soft voice, “Why do you think I’m so weak? I want to be like Sister Qingyan too.”
There was frustration and grievance in Shangguan Yunying’s tone.
There was also the resentment of someone thinking, I’ve already worked so hard, so why am I still not good enough?
It was not that she had never tried. It was not that she had never made an effort or considered changing the situation.
She had tried every method she could think of, yet she had still failed—utterly and completely. She had failed so thoroughly that she had begun to question her entire life.
Gu Chengyin could hear the frustration in her words.
Although he did not think it was a major issue, he would not allow it to become a source of torment for Shangguan Yunying.
After all, once or twice could be attributed to chance, but if it happened every time, then there had to be a problem.
After thinking for a moment, Gu Chengyin came up with a possible explanation.
“Yunying, have you ever considered that it might be because of the Azure Cloud Art?”
His words were like a revelation to someone lost in a dream.
Shangguan Yunying froze.
Her hand stopped against Gu Chengyin’s chest, her fingers suspended in midair without moving, like a butterfly trapped beneath a pause button.
Her eyes widened slightly. Her pupils contracted for an instant, then slowly expanded again.
The Azure Cloud Art.
The Azure Cloud Art.
Of course.
How had she never thought of that?
The Azure Cloud Art had been passed on to her by Gu Chengyin.
It was an extremely profound, top-tier Heaven-ranked cultivation technique.
It was more powerful, more esoteric, and more unfathomable than any technique she had cultivated before.
After cultivating the Azure Cloud Art, Shangguan Yunying’s cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and her strength had increased dramatically.
But she had not begun cultivating the Azure Cloud Art from nothing.
That was in terms of her cultivation foundation.
She had originally cultivated the Azure Sword Art, the inherited technique of the Azure Sword Sect—the technique she had practiced since childhood, the one engraved in her very bones.
Because of that, Shangguan Yunying had not needed to start cultivating the Azure Cloud Art from the beginning.
The Azure Sword Art had not vanished. It had become the foundation of the Azure Cloud Art, becoming a part of it.
It was like a river flowing into the sea. The river water was still there; it simply could no longer be seen, drowned beneath the seawater.
Yet it remained there—in the deepest parts of the ocean, in every water molecule, and in every cresting wave.
Thus, every move, every stance, every principle, and every incantation of her Azure Cloud Art still bore an indelible mark.
That mark was the Azure Sword Art.
As a result, Gu Chengyin possessed an innate suppressive effect over her.
That suppression caused her to submit instinctively whenever she faced him.
It was something engraved in her bones. It could not be changed, and no matter how high her cultivation reached, she would never be able to escape it.
And when it came to intimacy, this was displayed to the fullest.
It was not that she was incapable.
It was that she submitted to Gu Chengyin.
That was why her body would automatically surrender. She would not even have the thought of resisting.
All she could do was obediently roll her eyes back and lose consciousness.
No wonder Lin Qingyan was so formidable while she was so weak.
Shangguan Yunying blinked once, then blinked again.
It was as though a ray of light had suddenly shone into her mind, illuminating all the questions she had never been able to understand, all the troubles that had tormented her, and all the things that had made her feel ashamed.
She was not useless. She was not a novice. She was not a woman who could only last a few thrusts.
This had been determined by her innate circumstances.
It was not her fault.
That realization stirred an overwhelming mixture of emotions within Shangguan Yunying.
In the end, all the thoughts in her heart condensed into a single sentence:
“If that’s the case, then doesn’t that make me your sex slave?”
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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?"
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!
