After a stick of incense, the crowd's eyes regained clarity, but their gazes remained fervent, reflecting the undeniable charm of Hong Li. However, when they looked back at the stage, the crimson-clad figure had vanished.
"Where's Miss Hong Li!"
"Don't leave! I galloped here from Dongwu Prefecture for five days and nights just to catch a glimpse of Miss Hong Li's beauty."
"Miss Hong Li, I want to redeem you!"
...
In the midst of the clamoring, a mature woman in her thirties, looking like a ripe peach, sashayed onto the stage, fanning herself.
"Dear esteemed guests, Miss Hong Li has finished her dance and has gone to rest," she chuckled seductively.
The guests immediately voiced their dissatisfaction. Seeing this, the mature woman quickly added, "Please, don't be anxious. There will be another chance to meet Miss Hong Li."
"What chance?" a mischievous voice shouted from the crowd.
"Miss Hong Li has posed a riddle. Anyone who can solve it will be granted the opportunity to join her in the back courtyard for wine and a late-night chat," she explained.
The crowd grew excited and began clamoring for the riddle.
The mature woman instructed a servant to fetch it. Shortly, the servant, holding a wooden tray with a scroll on it, respectfully stepped onto the stage.
From the second floor, Gu Qingfeng's eyes lit up upon seeing the scroll. Could today be another day for him to shine?
Having read countless web novels, he was well-acquainted with such scenarios.
The protagonist visits a brothel, recites Tang or Song dynasty poetry from memory, stuns everyone, wins the admiration of the courtesan, and enjoys her services for free!
Who would have thought such luck would fall upon him?
The Three Hundred Tang Poems? He was familiar with them!
Any literate person from the vast lands of China could recite a few poems, and each one would be considered a masterpiece here.
Bring on the riddle! Whether it's about love, nature, or lamenting the passage of time, any theme would do. With five thousand years of Chinese cultural heritage, no matter how obscure the riddle, he could find a fitting poem.
Soon, under the crowd's urging, the mature woman unrolled the scroll.
To everyone's surprise, the scroll was a painting filled with a myriad of flowers in full bloom—peonies, roses, plum blossoms, peach blossoms, crabapple flowers... Counting roughly, there were over a hundred varieties.
Gu Qingfeng smiled upon seeing this. A theme about flowers? That was too easy! He could think of at least ten poems off the top of his head.
Which one to choose?
"Grieving over the passing of time, tears fall like dew on the flowers; separated by fate, even the birds are startled by our sorrow." Hmm, not quite fitting.
"Where has the face gone that once greeted me? The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." A bit too melancholic.
"The spring colors overflow the garden, unable to be contained; a single red apricot extends beyond the wall." Ah! This one's perfect!
Just as Gu Qingfeng was pondering, the mature woman suddenly shook the painting vigorously. Instantly, something miraculous happened.
The flowers on the scroll came to life, spilling out of the painting and filling the entire stage in the blink of an eye!
The once spacious stage had transformed into a garden.
In an instant, thousands of flowers competed for beauty, a riot of colors, with butterflies fluttering and bees buzzing, filling the air with a refreshing floral fragrance.
"Another illusion?" Gu Qingfeng was momentarily stunned. "Do they have to make reciting a poem this elaborate?"
"Dear esteemed guests, this is the 'Garden of Flowers in Full Bloom' painted by Miss Hong Li herself. Though it's an illusion, three of these flowers are real. The riddle for today is to find those three real flowers from the sea of blossoms. Each person is allowed to pick only one. This means only three people will be able to go to the back courtyard and meet Miss Hong Li. Now, begin!"
Gu Qingfeng was dumbfounded. Wasn't it supposed to be a poetry riddle? How did it turn into identifying illusions?
But then he thought, this was, after all, a world of martial arts and fantasy, not a world similar to ancient China.
In this realm, warriors were the dominant force, and there was no place for literati and accomplished poets. So, of course, the riddle wouldn't be about poetry; it would be related to martial arts.
Ah, novels have misled me!
Before his transmigration, Gu Qingfeng had read many novels where the protagonist recited poetry in a fantasy world, earning gasps of admiration. But upon careful consideration, how could that be possible?
In a world where the strong ruled and the weak bowed, who would care about poetry? A strong warrior's insights on cultivation would be far more appealing.
However, identifying illusions wasn't something Gu Qingfeng feared. With his soul power comparable to that of a grandmaster, such illusions were child's play.
"Wang Fatty, Xu Daizi, come on, let's go down and have some fun," Gu Qingfeng called out to his companions, ready to descend.
But then Xu Daizi suddenly chimed in, "Master Gu, Wang Fatty already went down."
Damn you, Wang Fatty!
Gu Qingfeng's forehead creased as he looked toward the stage and saw a three-hundred-pound fatty squeezing through the crowd searching for flowers.
Thud thud thud...
Gu Qingfeng also made his way downstairs.
By now, many had already picked a flower from the garden and approached the mature woman for verification. However, as soon as they took a step, the flowers in their hands dissipated like illusions.
Realizing they had picked fake flowers, those individuals stood there, pounding their chests in frustration, lamenting their lost chance at a romantic encounter.
Gu Qingfeng ignored the others and, with a gentle sweep of his soul power, immediately located the real flowers. Without hesitation, he plucked one and handed it to the mature woman beside him.
The mature woman, seeing how quickly Gu Qingfeng found a real flower, her peach-shaped eyes flashed with surprise and she quickly congratulated him.
Then, addressing the crowd, she announced, "Let us all congratulate this gentleman for being the first to find a real flower."
At this, the guests erupted in murmurs, all eyes turning to Gu Qingfeng. Some powerful warriors, sensing his cultivation level at Qi Gathering Fourth Layer, were even more astonished.
They hadn't expected Gu Qingfeng to be so quick.
However, they only paused for a moment before continuing their search, as Gu Qingfeng had taken one flower, leaving only two.
"Esteemed sir, please follow me to the back courtyard," a maid approached Gu Qingfeng, respectfully inviting him.
Gu Qingfeng nodded, ready to step into the back courtyard under the envious gazes of the crowd. But then, he was stopped by Wang Fatty.
Sweating profusely, Wang Fatty squeezed through the crowd and approached Gu Qingfeng, his face full of flattery. "Master Gu, you're truly amazing to have found one so quickly. Could you... perhaps help me find one too?"
Gu Qingfeng smiled faintly. "Want my help? No problem, one hundred taels."
Wang Fatty's face turned pale. "One... one hundred taels? Master Gu, I don't have that kind of money!"
No money? Then why did you dare to order a Huaji? Don't you know the price of a Huaji is one hundred taels? You're waiting to be thrown out of Heavenly Fragrance Tower.
Wang Fatty's face changed dramatically. He quickly pleaded, "Master Gu, you're joking, right? You said today's expenses are on you!"
Gu Qingfeng's eyes widened. "You knew it was my treat and still dared to order a flower girl? That's double the offense. You're in for it now!"
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?"
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)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
