Gu Chengyin sighed inwardly. He knew the answer to that question better than anyone.
What else could Lin Qingyan think? Naturally, she would skip straight to locking him in a dark room, where absolute power would ruthlessly take control of him.
His little aunt was already incredibly clingy. If important matters had not kept her occupied, she would have wanted to stay by his side all day long.
And if he really ended up in that dark room, there was no need to imagine what would happen. They would surely remain connected every moment of every day.
The Lin Qingyan of now was practically perfect.
To the outside world, she was still the Golden Core Invincible who struck fear into the entire cultivation world, a woman whose edge no one dared challenge.
But at home, she was the gentlest and most forgiving of partners. Even when Gu Chengyin went around flirting with one woman after another, she would merely roll her eyes from time to time and make a few sarcastic remarks.
Then she would tolerate whatever needed tolerating and accept whatever needed accepting.
She would even take the initiative to come over, act spoiled, and ask to be held—making her even more like a little kitten than Gu Xiaoli.
But that perfection rested on an extremely fragile premise.
Lin Qingyan did not know that he was cultivating the Path of Supreme Severance of Emotion.
The moment Lin Qingyan learned the truth, everything would collapse in an instant.
Her gentleness and tolerance would shatter completely, replaced by eyes filled with possessiveness.
Lin Qingyan would immediately switch from perfect partner to a lovesick, obsessive immortal maiden, then use every means at her disposal to stop him from continuing his cultivation.
There would be no persuasion, no pleading, and certainly no discussion.
She would simply act.
Lin Qingyan would lock Gu Chengyin away, seal every exit with barriers of spiritual power, and bind all four of his limbs with thunderous shackles.
With the very hands that had once gently caressed his face, she would personally build the most indestructible prison imaginable.
Then she would lock Gu Chengyin in the deepest part of that prison and tell him, day after day and night after night:
“You don’t need to cultivate anymore. Having me is enough. I’ll protect you. I’ll support you. I’ll make sure you never lack anything in this life.
“But you’re not going anywhere, and you’re not seeing anyone. You belong to me alone.”
And why did Gu Chengyin know this?
Because he understood Lin Qingyan far too well.
In front of outsiders, this Fairy Jingzhe was as cold as frost and as lofty as the heavens.
But when it came to the people she truly cared about, the intensity of her emotions was frightening.
Her love was not the gentle, constant flow of a stream. It was a raging, towering wave.
Once she accepted someone, she would pour every bit of her emotion into them, leaving no room to retreat and no way out.
The reverse side of that kind of love was obsession. Once her sense of security was threatened, her love would transform from warm sunlight into a raging flame, burning both of them to ash.
And the words “Supreme Severance of Emotion” were precisely the switch that could trigger everything.
Because they meant that once he reached the end of his cultivation, he would forget Lin Qingyan.
Every memory of her, every feeling he had for her—
all the sweetness and tenderness they had shared together—would vanish on the day he attained the Dao.
To Lin Qingyan, that would be even more unbearable than being killed.
Since Emperor Luo had managed to point this out, it meant he already had ample confidence.
This emperor never fought a battle without certainty. The fact that he had dared to place this subject openly on the table meant that he already possessed irrefutable evidence.
So even if Gu Chengyin refused to admit it until the day he died, it would make no difference.
The issue had never been whether he admitted it. The real question was whether Lin Qingyan knew.
As long as Emperor Luo delivered the information to her ears, given the fairy’s temperament—
she would not care whether Gu Chengyin admitted anything. She would lock him up first and deal with the rest afterward.
There would be plenty of time to listen to his explanations once he was behind bars.
But the act of locking him up itself could not be delayed for even a second.
After all, the closer Gu Chengyin came to the Path of Supreme Severance of Emotion, the farther he would be from her.
Gu Chengyin sighed again. With that sigh, something subtle changed in his entire bearing.
The respectful subject who had just performed a formal bow was gone. In his place stood a strategist facing an evenly matched opponent.
He no longer deliberately maintained the posture of a subject, nor did he cautiously weigh every word.
There was no point in pretending anymore. He and Emperor Luo had returned to the same starting line.
Gu Chengyin held Emperor Luo’s weakness, while Emperor Luo likewise held Gu Chengyin’s weakness.
Only, this weakness was not any external factor.
It was Lin Qingyan herself—the Golden Core Invincible.
Once her switch was triggered, the consequences would be uncontrollable, and no scheme could possibly offset them.
As expected, this old bastard was the hardest to deal with, Gu Chengyin cursed silently.
Compared with Emperor Luo, Fang Nu of the Sun and Moon Sect was practically a child still running around kindergarten in split-crotch pants.
This emperor not only knew his trump card, but had also seized his weakness. Worse still, he knew exactly how to checkmate him at the most critical moment.
Since matters had come to this, Gu Chengyin could not be bothered to continue observing the formalities of ruler and subject.
He raised one knee, braced a palm against the floor, and stood up. After patting the wrinkles pressed into his robes from kneeling for so long, he glanced around at the furnishings in the warm chamber.
His gaze settled on an unused rosewood chair not far from the writing desk.
He walked straight over, lifted the chair with both hands, and carried it back to the imperial desk.
He set it down on the floor, then sat down openly and without the slightest hesitation.
Lyu Fang’s eyebrows twitched at the sight.
He had served in the palace for decades and had witnessed every possible manner in which ministers behaved before the emperor.
Some had trembled in terror, drenched in sweat. Some had argued passionately and forcefully. Others had displayed glib tongues and fawning smiles.
But he had never seen a single minister dare to move a chair over and sit down in front of Emperor Luo.
This was no longer a formal audience. It was plainly a conversation with an old friend in one’s own sitting room.
Lyu Fang’s lips moved, as though he wanted to say something.
According to palace regulations, a minister touching the furnishings beside the imperial desk without permission was a grave breach of etiquette.
To say nothing of sitting down without the emperor’s approval.
But the moment he uttered a faint syllable, Emperor Luo stopped him with a glance.
It was no more than a sidelong look, but Lyu Fang understood its meaning: His Majesty was telling him not to interfere.
Thus, Lyu Fang wisely closed his mouth and silently turned to clean up the shattered tea set on the floor.
He carefully picked up every shard of porcelain and placed them in a tray, then used a cloth to wipe up the spilled tea bit by bit. After that, he took out a fresh tea set from the cabinet nearby.
It was made of the same sky-blue Ru ware glaze as the set that had just been smashed—a matching pair.
Lyu Fang skillfully warmed the pot, heated the cups, added the tea leaves, and poured in the water, each movement smooth and seamless.
Before long, he had brewed a steaming cup of tea for each of the two men silently facing one another.
After placing the cups in front of them, Lyu Fang bent at the waist and withdrew from the warm chamber without a sound, gently closing the vermilion, carved wooden door behind him.
Only Emperor Luo and Gu Chengyin remained inside the warm chamber.
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!
