"Phew..."
Rosa Linda let out a breath.
She skillfully tied up her long hair into a ponytail, then casually grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat.
Glancing at the mirror, her face was still very red.
After washing her face with a basin of cold water for a while, she finally faded some of the color.
Passing by the room, she deliberately peeked inside to see Lin Feng hadn't fallen asleep yet. She whispered, "I'm going downstairs now. I've prepared the hot water for you, it'll get cold soon so don't forget to wash up."
"Okay." Lin Feng nodded. Her nagging didn't annoy him one bit. "Let me hold you for a bit."
Rosa Linda stood on her tiptoes and peered downstairs. Then with a look of disgust, she said to Lin Feng, "We just hugged a moment ago, and you want to again..."
Although she said that, she still obediently went into Lin Feng's embrace.
"Remember to pass on what I told you earlier to those two." Lin Feng raised his brows at her.
"Talking about serious stuff when we were having an intimate moment, I really don't understand you anymore."
After whispering sweet nothings for a good while, Rosa Linda finally went downstairs.
She tiptoed into the backyard and peeked through the door gap.
Seeing that the two beastkin girls were minding their own business, she instantly felt much more at ease.
If only she had known, she would've played a little longer.
These days, whenever Emily had time she would practice her spells in the backyard...
Yuna would usually accompany her, saying that proper meditation could make her senses more acute.
Although this was a good thing, Rosa Linda still felt a little apprehensive,
afraid that her secret would be discovered.
"How's the practice going?" She squatted next to Emily and asked softly.
"I can do it very smoothly now. Even without holding my bow I can..."
Emily's forehead was flicked. Rosa Linda gestured for her to lower her voice.
"Even without my bow, I can use it now." She opened her palm, whispered a few words, and green mana particles gathered in her hand, forming the shape of an arrow.
With a flick of her wrist, the arrow disappeared without a trace.
She had indeed become much more proficient.
Ever since returning from the labyrinth last time, she was like a chicken blood, practicing whenever she had time.
"Not bad at all."
"And I discovered a little trick!"
"What trick?" Rosa Linda looked at her curiously.
Emily gathered another arrow and nocked it on her crystal bow. The surrounding airflow started swirling.
As the arrow was released, the beginner wind shot spell erupted with a tremendous force that could crush and tear anything apart.
The wooden target was blasted into smithereens.
"How did you do that?"
"I tried continuously compressing my mana until I lost control, then fired it. This is the result." Emily asked Rosa Linda in return, "Didn't you try it before, Mom?"
Upon hearing this, Rosa Linda's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Recklessly compressing mana is very dangerous. A tiny mistake could lead to great calamity."
Although she said that, she still borrowed Emily's longbow to try it out.
With a loud boom, the backyard fence was blown up from its roots.
The power she unleashed was much greater than Emily's.
"You're way stronger than me." Emily sighed lightly.
"You're still a beginner. Being able to grasp it to this level is already very impressive." Rosa Linda patted Emily's forehead. "You can go get a reward from your man now."
"Really?" Emily stood up excitedly, looking as if she was about to run upstairs.
She couldn't wait to get Lin Feng's praise.
"Don't go up first. Stay and chat with me here."
"Huh?" Emily was very confused.
"He... he's still resting. Wait a little longer. It won't be too late to talk to him at night."
"Oh I see! You're right. Catching him while he's sleeping is perfect. I can get an even better reward." Emily smiled smugly, thinking she had come up with a brilliant plan.
Just when Rosa Linda thought she had fooled her, Emily suddenly said, "Speaking of which, what have you two been doing together since this morning?"
What have we been doing?
What else could we be doing?
Rosa Linda's head was burning.
She thought her act was flawless, but she still got caught.
"My back has been aching recently, so I asked him to massage my shoulders for me." Rosa Linda looked at Emily with a straight face, sweating nervously on her forehead. "I'm old too. I didn't take care of my health when I was young, and now I'm left with all kinds of problems."
"So that explains the weird sounds..."
!!
Rosa Linda's hair was standing on ends.
How frightening.
She even eavesdropped.
Usually if someone was outside the door, she would definitely notice.
She must have not noticed in the morning because she was too absorbed.
"That's right, him massaging my shoulders really worked wonders." Rosa Linda nodded.
"Let me do it for you next time. I know a little too. Didn't I always massage you in the past?" Emily glanced at Yuna meditating nearby.
A fly was buzzing around her head.
Emily quickly went up and shooed the fly away.
With their gazes not meeting now, Rosa Linda unexpectedly felt a bit more relaxed. She continued, "You're still a girl after all. Boys have stronger grips."
"Nonsense. Despite his muscular body, he's actually a weakling. His strength probably isn't greater than mine."
The corners of Rosa Linda's mouth twitched a couple times. She was visibly flustered.
Why didn't she realize this girl was so hard to deal with back then?
"Then I'll continue to trouble you to pound my legs and back." She was about to bite through her molars.
Seeing the pesky fly kept pestering Yuna, Emily became annoyed. Her hands aggressively slapped, directly smashing the fly into pulp.
Although it was loud, Yuna was not affected at all by the noise.
"Oh right, we'll be going back into the labyrinth tomorrow." Rosa Linda hurriedly changed the topic. "He just told me when we were chatting."
Emily nodded, showing she had no objections.
"Being cooped up these days, I'm about to grow mold. It's time we move around." Emily stretched lazily. "It just so happens I can practice more in live combat."
"This labyrinth will be a bit difficult. Lin Feng won't be helping us. He wants us to enrich our live combat experience, and hone our teamwork."
"Most importantly..."
Rosa Linda poked Emily's waist twice, and whispered mysteriously in her ear, "We need to earn money!"
"Earn money?" Upon hearing these two words, Yuna instantly stopped meditating.
She didn't like owing others, but she couldn't deny that she currently owed Lin Feng a lot of money.
Although she could just freeload off a rich man, Yuna still chose to support herself.
"That's right. Eating his food and using his stuff every day, taking all the benefits without doing anything, it feels a bit shameless."
Emily thought.
She's just a vase day after day... Not even earning a single cent herself.
Yuna is way stronger than her.
...
At night, Emily curled up in Lin Feng's embrace.
In her sleep, she suddenly started sobbing...

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

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?!