The next day, before leaving.
Lu Qing straightened his attire and turned to his sister, who was wiping "Black Cat" on the bed, saying:
"Su Ling, let's change the time from Sunday to Saturday afternoon, okay?"
"Huh?"
Su Ling was slightly taken aback, then smoothly nodded, naturally replying,
"Sure, brother, I don't really have a sense of time. Whatever day you say is fine."
She gave him a gentle smile, her expression flawlessly serene.
In truth,
for someone who stays at home every day,
the concept of "what day of the week" or "what date" is easily erased.
Because every day is the same,
every day is uneventful.
Except for the rapid improvement in her piano skills,
except for the increasingly close connection with "Black Cat,"
except for getting closer to her little milestone—"playing a heart-stabbing piece in front of her brother, making him break down and unable to resist touching the piano."
Su Ling felt that there was no essential difference in her daily life.
And obviously,
Lu Qing had no idea that
his sister had already become suspicious yesterday.
Without even mentioning "Twilight Coffee," he had accidentally let it slip, suggesting they go there together.
Clearly, this would make the extremely sharp Su Ling sense something amiss.
She had initially thought it was a tacit coincidence between siblings,
but coupled with today's sudden and unannounced "change of time,"
Su Ling understood even more—
he was changing it for someone else.
【He was planning something.】
No one could deceive her when she was fully focused.
Even her brother, under her heightened vigilance, would reveal his intentions with the slightest clue.
"Indeed, practicing the piano too intensely recently has left me too exhausted, and failing to conduct 'information countermeasures' late at night was a mistake. It was laziness."
Su Ling reflected as she watched her brother leave the house.
She rubbed her sore neck and stood up to stretch slightly.
"Sigh."
Ever since "Phase Two Deconstruction" encountered unprecedented obstacles, Su Ling had become even more withdrawn and silent.
Although "Black Cat" had alleviated some of her mental burdens, the root of the problem remained unresolved.
Her brother's secrets involved too many areas—
so many that it was overwhelming, so many that it was incomprehensible:
How did he explore so many fields?
A person's lifetime is limited, and if wasted, one would realize that
【an entire year holds very few memorable moments.】
——Blurring of Nodes.
That is, "time wear" leading to "memory wear."
Changing this is extremely difficult—
It requires full commitment to live a life outside the established track as much as possible.
To "do what one wants," to "pursue what one likes, cares about, and wants to explore."
Though difficult, once achieved,
The number of recalled nodes will increase like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Even years later.
"I want to accumulate enough splendid slides before the final chapter of life arrives."
An abstract mark her brother had muttered on Weibo.
Now, Su Ling "somewhat understood" it.
Brother is always like this, so hard to understand.
Always contradictory,
always extreme,
always wearing a calm and peaceful expression,
while hiding a heart that had long turned to stone and crumbled.
“He still has things he is hiding from me.”
Many, many things were kept from me.
"There are secrets he can't tell me."
“He knows that once I discover them, I will dig deep and trace the roots.”
"——In the end, it would only hurt myself."
Su Ling hugged "Black Cat," her face scrunched up.
Previously, she had followed her brother's mark and explored a little about "the way of heaven."
Then, she immediately hit a copper wall and iron wall.
Things like "12.21.12 enjoying mountains, waters, and people" are illogical, groundless, impossible to start with, and impossible to investigate;
Or "The spirit of inspiration smiled upon me, thus today I light three lamps, dedicating them with reverence."
Or "On the first and fifteenth of each month, offer new fruits and request holy water. Bless my body and mind, and grant me pure spirit."
…
Su Ling realized she had blind spots too.
There were things she wasn't good at either.
Like how everyone has their strengths and weaknesses in certain subjects,
When it came to "Traditional Chinese Medicine," "the Way of Heaven," or "traditional cultural customs," Su Ling found them incredibly difficult and confusing.
Especially since her brother's extremely abstract behavior could no longer be interpreted with ordinary thinking.
Even though she was willing to consult various materials, under Lu Qing's extraordinary behavior patterns, she felt hindered at every turn.
As my brother's condition worsens, his secrets have become increasingly enigmatic, and it's harder for me to decipher him, to understand him like before.
"Tricky" was Su Ling's only recent feeling.
More frustrating than encountering new techniques in piano practice, more daunting than pieces that were too fast to keep up with.
Pieces could be practiced, skills could be built, but her brother's secrets,
If she couldn't dismantle them today, it didn't mean she could dismantle them after a night's sleep.
The second phase before the maiden was the past named "Music";
but clearly, Lu Qing's past wasn't just about music.
Why did he choose "creation"?
Why did he "offer Buddha" at home?
What was the "God of Inspiration"?
Could that thing really help her brother?
Why did he go into the house to light three sticks of incense every morning before leaving, unwavering as if struck by lightning?
What was the meaning of such actions?
Even when she was asleep, he would silently finish the incense before leaving the house.
"...He's such a realistic person, so stubborn, so difficult to entice."
Ah...
Su Ling felt helpless.
——Her brother was like an abyss.
When she gazes at him,
He would also quietly observe her.
By now, Su Ling fully understood the meaning of those words.
“Forget it, I should shift my focus and relax a bit.”
To protect her emotions, Su Ling sighed softly,
put down "Black Cat," and picked up her phone from the table.
——She skillfully opened the "Home Panorama Smart Monitoring System" mini-program.
"While brother is still waiting for the elevator, I'll just..."
"Huh?"
Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
stopping at
the suddenly opened door of Room 1902,
The sudden appearance of a girl——
She was beautifully made up, at the precise time of morning for school,
silently passing by Room 1901,
and in the panoramic view of the surveillance,
she energetically trailed behind her brother,
reaching out her small hands from behind,
naturally,
without any shyness,
as if they were a couple who had been together for a long time,
and softly grasped his arm.
……
……

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.

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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!