The lavish dinner began.
The meat was tender and succulent, the vegetables crisp and refreshing.
The hot soup was also exceptionally delicious.
In this magical world, people commonly use knives and forks, but Xu Xi was more accustomed to using chopsticks, so he carved a pair for himself.
Krisha, who originally used knives and forks, somehow felt the urge to learn how to use chopsticks after seeing Xu Xi wield them.
And so,
a peculiar scene unfolded in Xu Xi’s home.
While everyone else was happily celebrating New Year’s Eve with knives and forks, the little witch was locked in a battle with the chopsticks, repeatedly picking up and dropping food in an awkward struggle.
She blinked in confusion.
“So difficult…”
Krisha couldn’t understand why, after more than half a month of practice, she still hadn’t mastered these two small wooden sticks.
They were just ordinary sticks, yet they were harder to learn than magic.
“Krisha, take it slow.”
Xu Xi reassured her, demonstrating the motion in slow motion. After another ten minutes, the girl finally managed to pick up her first piece of meat with the chopsticks.
As if she had accomplished some ultimate goal, she let out a relieved sigh.
Chopsticks, the eternal nemesis!
To avoid letting the dinner go cold, the girl eventually gave up her battle with the chopsticks and switched back to her familiar knife and fork, starting to savor the meal Xu Xi had prepared.
“Is it good?” Xu Xi asked.
“Yes, Mentor, it’s delicious,” Krisha’s eyes widened slightly.
The clinking of knives and forks against plates.
The sound of teeth chewing food and tongues rolling.
All of this happened simultaneously in that moment.
Without a doubt, judging from her expression, the girl truly enjoyed Xu Xi’s cooking.
But after taking her first bite, she suddenly stopped and turned her hollow eyes toward Xu Xi, as if waiting for something.
“Alright, I’ll eat too.”
Xu Xi smiled and began to eat as well.
Under the glow of the light, the two figures cast long shadows—the bright white light and the deep black shadows were distinctly separate yet perfectly harmonious.
The New Year’s Eve dinner for just the two of them was quiet, far less lively than the celebrations in ordinary households in the city.
But Xu Xi felt it was enough.
Delicious food and the company of someone dear—wasn’t that more than enough?
“Whoosh—”
“Whoosh—”
The fierce wind beat against the windows.
Outside, the world was blanketed in snow.
The once beautiful garden, full of blooming flowers, was now buried under increasingly deep snow, and even the withered tree had its branches weighed down by heavy clumps of snow.
Sitting inside, Xu Xi took a sip of the hot soup and felt an inexplicable warmth.
Not just from the steam flowing through the room.
But also from the girl sitting beside him.
“It feels like home…” Xu Xi thought to himself as he gazed at the snow falling outside.
For this New Year’s Eve dinner, Xu Xi had put in a lot of effort to make it a memorable one for Krisha, but for just two people, four dishes and a soup were clearly a bit too much.
Even though the girl, with her demonic bloodline, had a slightly larger appetite than most.
After half an hour of feasting.
There was still plenty of food left on the table.
Krisha stood up and began to clear the dishes, intending to wash them, but Xu Xi stopped her.
“Wait, Krisha.”
“Mentor…?”
In the girl’s bewildered expression, Xu Xi’s finger brushed over his spatial ring, and from it, he retrieved a sapphire necklace and a gold coin that he had prepared earlier.
The sapphire necklace was placed in the girl’s left hand.
The gold coin was placed in her right hand.
Her expression grew even more confused.
Xu Xi explained, “In my hometown, there’s a tradition of giving children gifts and blessings when the New Year replaces the old.”
“So, I chose this necklace for you.”
“I thought it would look beautiful on Krisha, and the sapphire in the necklace also enhances your water magic.”
“As for this gold coin, it’s your New Year’s lucky money, symbolizing a wish for your safety and well-being.”
Xu Xi spoke softly,
waiting for Krisha to accept the gifts.
But the young witch neither accepted nor refused. She just stood there in a daze, her hollow, lifeless eyes fixed on Xu Xi.
The room was quiet, but Krisha’s eyes were even quieter.
Like a fragile mirror, shimmering yet easily broken.
This mirror had shattered many times before—time and time again, so many times that even Krisha herself had lost count.
And today.
This fragile mirror, these empty eyes.
Reflected only Xu Xi’s figure.
Filling her entire world.
For some reason, Krisha suddenly felt her throat go dry. After opening and closing her lips several times, she barely managed to utter a complete sentence.
“Why… why would you… give me…”
“Do I need a reason?”
Xu Xi reached out and gently ruffled the girl’s hair. After two months of rest and care, her once dry, straw-like hair had become soft and smooth.
“But… but…”
The girl’s eyes were filled with confusion.
But someone like me, a worthless creature, doesn’t deserve gifts.
I should have been discarded, a useless, unwanted piece of trash.
Yet I’ve been bathed in the warmth of the “sun,” living in the light.
This is already enough to make me happy, enough to make me feel fulfilled. Just being able to maintain this life, the witch truly feels content.
Yes.
A flawed failure like me shouldn’t ask for more.
“No ‘buts,’ Krisha.”
Xu Xi’s words interrupted the girl’s confusion and unease.
His words carried warmth, like the flickering flame of a candle, drawing in the person struggling in the darkness, making her want to get closer.
He said this:
“In life, you don’t need to overthink things. There aren’t so many ‘whys.’”
“If you like something, do it. If you don’t, then don’t.”
“Krisha is usually very obedient and well-behaved, so I like Krisha and want to give her gifts.”
“Similarly, if Krisha likes the gifts I’ve given, just accept them. Unless… Krisha doesn’t like them—”
Hearing this,
the girl quickly shook her head, tightly clutching the necklace and the gold coin.
Using her actions to express her fondness for the gifts.
“I like… Mentor’s gifts.”
“That’s great to hear.”
Hearing the witch’s response, Xu Xi smiled.
The frail and slender Krisha appeared quiet and well-behaved, but her expressionless face and hollow eyes still made one instinctively worry for her.
However.
Compared to two months ago, she was much better now, wasn’t she?
Xu Xi’s eyes softened as he recalled the first time he had seen the girl, two months ago, in her pitiful state.
A filthy alley filled with dirty water, a body covered in wounds, a young face smeared with blood, and trembling, powerless legs.
Back then, Krisha had tried to rob Xu Xi with a small knife.
But what Xu Xi saw and heard.
Was a clear cry for help.
“Save me…” It was a plea that even the witch herself hadn’t realized, hidden deep within her eyes, in every wound, in every ounce of pain.
A desire for someone to see her.
A plea for someone to pull her out of despair.
A silent cry for help to everyone she met.
Xu Xi saw it and heard it all, so he saved Krisha that day.
He couldn’t abandon a witch who was crying out in such anguish.

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!