"A waterfall!"
Though it wasn't Little Yu's first time seeing one, a different waterfall still warranted a squeal of excitement.
"‘A silver stream cascades three thousand feet’—quite fitting."
"Let’s get closer."
As they approached, Su Luo suddenly leaped beneath the waterfall.
"Watch me train under the falls!"
Su Luo submerged herself entirely, letting the water pummel her body.
Little Yu couldn’t help but question, "Does this actually work?"
"Of course."
Hearing Su Luo’s response, Little Yu joined in, though out of habit, she shielded herself with spiritual energy, leaving the waterfall unable to touch her.
"I feel my power growing," Little Yu said, echoing Su Luo’s theatrics.
"You’re doing it wrong. You need this stance."
Su Luo planted her feet firmly, clasped her hands, and closed her eyes, embracing the waterfall’s force. "This is how you train."
Little Yu mimicked her, then realized something was off—with her spiritual shield, the waterfall exerted no pressure at all.
Dispelling her energy, the water crashed down on her head, drenching her instantly.
Glancing at her soaked clothes, Little Yu’s face flushed slightly.
She stole a peek at Su Luo, only to find her not looking her way.
A flicker of disappointment crossed her mind.
......
Arriving at a lakeside in a small town, Little Yu pointed excitedly. "Look!"
A massive whirlpool churned on the lake’s surface, sucking water into a bottomless pit—yet the water level never dropped.
"What’s causing this?"
"There’s a hidden realm inside," Su Luo explained. "Want to check it out?"
"Sure!"
The realm turned out to be an ordinary one, long stripped of treasures.
Locals had grown indifferent to it, treating it as mere scenery.
Little Yu tugged Su Luo into the lake, letting the whirlpool drag them in. After dizzying spins, they finally entered.
The realm was little more than a winding cave with a few branching paths leading elsewhere.
Su Luo and Little Yu took their time exploring, unhurried.
"Really, there’s nothing here."
"Because anything useful was taken long ago."
Still, remnants remained—faded carvings, lifelike stone sculptures, and at the deepest end, the ruins of a crumbling structure.
An archaeologist’s dream, if the cultivation world had such enthusiasts.
After thoroughly exploring the realm, Little Yu felt something was missing.
Suddenly, she brightened. "Since there’s nothing here, let’s leave something behind!"
"You’re in the mood for that?"
"A little surprise for future visitors."
Su Luo considered it. "Fine, but let’s add some trials."
"Agreed."
Now, their roles had shifted—no longer treasure seekers, but benefactors.
They got to work.
Little Yu dug out a few pills and a weapon from the neglected corners of her storage space.
"This’ll do."
The pills were useful for Foundation Establishment and even Golden Core cultivators, while the weapon was decent for Foundation-level combat.
Useless to her now, but valuable to others.
No need to be overly generous—just a whim.
They scouted for a hidden spot and designed challenges.
Naturally, it had to be well-concealed; Little Yu didn’t want it found too easily.
Traps, puzzles, combat trials, and even a test of character—everything was included.
Finally, Little Yu added a riddle:
"What is Su Luo’s favorite dish?"
Su Luo frowned. "You’re leaving it to chance? Who even knows what I like?"
"Exactly! Luck is part of fate," Little Yu countered.
"...You’re not wrong."
She input an answer: [......]
"Perfect."
Let fate decide.
Su Luo noted it was a dish from this cultivation world—one she genuinely enjoyed.
But imagining some poor soul slogging through trials only to face this absurd question…
They’d lose their mind. Sure, they could brute-force guess every dish, but what a chore.
Little Yu even added anti-tampering spells—no brute-forcing unless you outclassed her.
Honestly, the reward hardly justified the effort.
......
A month passed in leisurely travel.
Su Luo and Little Yu wandered wherever seemed fun or lively.
No strict plans—just whims.
Their destination, however, remained clear: Thousand Peaks Mountain.
Meanwhile, the cultivation world was peaceful. After their crushing defeat at Crossed Valleys, the Heavenly Demon Sect had vanished.
Truly, the Heavenly Demon Sect must be eradicated—always.
Life was better without them.
Su Luo and Little Yu strolled casually, having flown part of the way but now choosing to walk.
Not out of fatigue—just for the sake of it.
Little Yu mused, "Did we pick a place too far?"
"Distance doesn’t matter. Thousand Peaks Mountain isn’t going anywhere. We’ve got time."
The next plotline involved other antagonists, unrelated to them.
"True."
Just then, a lavish carriage pulled by three crimson horses passed by.
The design screamed nobility.
It halted abruptly.
A young woman leaned out the window.
"Where are you headed? Need a ride?"
Her tone was friendly, bubbly yet polite.
"No thanks," Su Luo declined.
The driver, Elder Ye, whispered, "Young Miss, caution is wise. Let’s move on."
Clearly, he urged her to be warier of strangers.
"It’s fine, Elder Ye. Not everyone’s a villain—and you’re here to protect me."
Elder Ye sighed. His young mistress was too naive.
Well, if these two caused trouble, it’d be a lesson for her.
"Don’t be shy! Fate brought us together. I’m heading to Aqua City for the Spirit Combat Tournament. You too, right?"
The carriage now idled beside them.
Little Yu blinked. "Aqua City? Spirit Combat Tournament?"
"You didn’t know? Hop in, I’ll explain!"
Unable to refuse their enthusiasm, Su Luo and Little Yu boarded.
Su Luo eyed Elder Ye—Golden Core realm. Impressive, for a mere escort.
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!
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!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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
