Dahu Village.
In a tiled house, misty vapors lingered.
In a wooden bucket, a woman in her early twenties with her hair pinned up sat, a few loose strands sticking to her snow-white neck, a beauty beyond compare.
Behind her stood a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man, wearing oversized children's clothes, looking honest and simple-minded.
"Junior sister, I...I'm here?" Qin Xuan swallowed his saliva, scratching his head silly, then gave his back a rub for junior sister Mo RuShuang.
At that passionate age, although naive, he couldn't help but feel shy and embarrassed.
Mo RuShuang noticed Qin Xuan's nervousness and sighed softly.
This silly boy has a simple and honest personality. He blushes when he sees women, what will he do after leaving the mountain?
"Junior brother, am I scary?" Mo RuShuang asked.
"No...not scary!" Qin Xuan said awkwardly.
"Then why are you shaking? Will I eat you?" Mo RuShuang huffed unhappily.
Qin Xuan broke into a cold sweat.
To be honest, junior sister was a bit scary. He always felt junior sister's gaze at him...
Was like a wolf seeing a lamb, with a strange sense of aggression.
Especially after Master passed away six months ago. Like an untamed wild horse, she had become more and more brazen towards him...
"Junior sister, I'm done scrubbing, I'll go out first." Qin Xuan said softly.
"Wait."
Mo RuShuang said, "First go to Master's room, take out all the discs he treasured under his bed before he passed away, watch every single one, then come back. I have something to tell you."
Qin Xuan nodded.
He had always been curious about what programs Master had often sneakily watched in his room.
In less than half an hour.
Mo RuShuang had just soaked in a bath and changed into a miniskirt, when she saw Qin Xuan rush in flustered.
That face, red as a chili pepper!
"Junior sister, I I I... you you you..." Qin Xuan stammered incoherently.
"Look at you, no backbone at all."
Mo RuShuang glared at Qin Xuan and said lightly, "Tomorrow you will leave the mountain. That Chen Yan girl stayed here for three years back then. Her strange illness was only suppressed. It's about time for a relapse. Go and cure her."
"What does this have to do with the things you asked me to watch?" Qin Xuan asked.
"Of course it's related. The 《Ancient Divine Art》 you're cultivating is still at the second layer. Going down the mountain to experience the mortal world should allow you to break through to the fourth layer, but in the future if you want to reach the fifth layer and open your Celestial Eye..."
Mo RuShuang's red lips curled up slightly. "That Chen Yan girl's physique is special, you know."
"I don't know." Qin Xuan gritted his teeth, feeling extremely embarrassed and indignant.
"Junior brother, stop pretending to be confused. I'm not joking with you. As successors of the Profound Medical Sect, our medical skills, martial arts, face reading, fengshui, are all quite accomplished, yet no one has reached the realm of opening their Celestial Eye. Only you have encountered this opportunity."
Mo RuShuang spoke seriously, "You decide on this yourself. Most importantly, our eight senior sisters all have treacherous hearts. They divided up what Master left for you. Find a way to locate them and take back what is yours!"
Qin Xuan's expression immediately became grave.
He originally had nine senior sisters.
He also knew early on that Master had left nine wooden chests containing important items.
But right after Master's burial, all eight senior sisters except junior sister Mo RuShuang grew ill intentions and secretly divided the wooden chests before disappearing without a trace.
Qin Xuan took out a stack of photos and looked at them until his eyes grew wet.
These were all solo shots of the senior sisters.
Eldest senior sister had long, shapely legs and loved all kinds of stockings. Second senior sister had a sweet dimple on her face. Third senior sister had a sullen face every day...
The senior sisters of varying personalities and traits composed a beautiful ode of youth together in this remote little village.
Qin Xuan vaguely remembered.
The year he hit puberty, the senior sisters all started to change.
Their gazes seemed to suddenly grow impure.
Including junior sister Mo RuShuang. She used to be the most demure of the nine sisters, but later she was also assimilated by them. Qin Xuan still didn't understand why.
Those gazes were like seeing Tang Seng's flesh!
"No need to be upset. The senior sisters didn't follow Master's will, so they're traitors. They're enemies when we meet again." Mo RuShuang said lightly.
"But where do I find them?" Qin Xuan asked, scratching his head.
"Who knows where they went. Fortunately I received news recently that eldest senior sister appeared in Yuncheng. I don't know what was in those wooden chests, but in just half a year, she became a female CEO and amassed a fortune of billions!"
Mo RuShuang gritted her teeth, her expression turning icy cold.
Half a year, billions!
Anyone who heard of what was in those nine chests would go mad with desire!
"Alright, I'll leave the mountain tomorrow."
"To find the eight stinky senior sisters, take back all the chests, and cure Chen Yan's illness!"
Qin Xuan said solemnly.
Mo RuShuang nodded. "Mm, take care of yourself after leaving the mountain. Women are not tigers, no need to blush just from seeing them."
Qin Xuan awkwardly scratched his head again.
Before long, the two finished their plain lunch.
Just as they were about to tidy up the bowls and chopsticks, Qin Xuan's expression suddenly changed. He only felt some abnormality in his body, even his skin surface was covered in a layer of red glow.
It was as if there was a bomb buried in his body that could explode at any moment!
Mo RuShuang slowly moved closer, breathing a wisp of hot air into Qin Xuan's ear. "Little junior brother, you're as dense as wood, always oblivious. Now that we're about to part, senior sister wants to give you a gift..."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
