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..."
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
