Chu Lintian burst into tears, droplets falling onto the carpet.
Lin Mo walked over, pulled out a tissue, and handed it to her.
"Thank you."
Chu Lintian took the tissue, wiped her tears, then reached into her pocket and placed a protective talisman on the table.
"So I wasn’t mistaken last time—that talisman turned to ashes."
Lin Mo hadn’t expected Chu Lintian to notice.
But he simply admitted it.
"No, you weren’t mistaken."
"And the evidence against Jiang Beihe—you left that too?"
Lin Mo nodded again.
"Including that night when I was drunk, and you saved me from Zhu Ligang..."
Lin Mo continued nodding.
Chu Lintian looked up at him, her eyes a mix of wariness and relief.
Clearly, she was conflicted—why had Lin Mo helped her so much, from aiding Miaomiao to everything that had unfolded today?
Lin Mo knew exactly what she was thinking and waved his hand dismissively.
"At first, I just foresaw that Chu Miaomiao would die, so I intervened. Later, I predicted Zhu Ligang would target you, so I stepped in again."
He paused, pointing at the talisman on the table.
"That talisman was meant to protect you both. I didn’t expect it to be used so soon after giving it to you. So I tracked down Zhu Ligang and, through him, uncovered Jiang Beihe."
Chu Lintian began to piece it together—she wasn’t a fool.
"So you found Jiang Beihe’s incriminating evidence and handed it to me."
Lin Mo sighed.
"Right. But I didn’t expect you to mishandle it so badly, leaving obvious traces. You’re clever enough to figure things out, yet you still signed that contract under threat."
He sighed again, snapping his fingers casually. A secretary entered, setting down teacups.
Lin Mo picked one up and took a sip.
Even the tea Jiang Beihe served his guests was top-tier.
The brew was slightly bitter at first, but a sweet aftertaste quickly filled his mouth.
This single-origin black tea was rich and robust—the difference between cheap and premium grades was stark.
In contrast, lighter teas like Tieguanyin were harder for the average person to distinguish.
Chu Lintian eyed Jiang Beihe’s secretary, puzzled.
"So… is she one of yours too?"
Lin Mo shook his head.
"No. It’s a mind-control spell. Zhu Ligang was under the same influence. If all goes well, I’ll control Jiang Beihe, make him transfer his shares to you, then turn himself in."
Chu Lintian suddenly looked up at him.
"Mind control… would you use it on me?"
Lin Mo raised an eyebrow. "Want to try? I can give you a taste."
Chu Lintian’s face flushed as scenes from certain adult films flashed in her mind.
Yet, a strange curiosity stirred within her.
"Alright, let’s try."
Lin Mo met her gaze, his eyes flashing.
A violet light flickered, and Chu Lintian fell under his spell.
"Go stand by the window."
As soon as she obeyed, Lin Mo released the enchantment.
"Huh?!"
Chu Lintian snapped back to awareness, finding herself by the window.
A faint memory lingered in her mind, though she felt nothing unusual.
"See? You can confirm you weren’t controlled. I’m one of the good guys."
Lin Mo drained his teacup.
"Alright, go check on Miaomiao first. We’ll deal with the rest tomorrow. I’ve already kept Zhu Ligang… busy tonight."
Though she couldn’t hear anything, Chu Lintian understood perfectly—many in their circle had similar tastes.
Still, she couldn’t help asking, "You won’t kill him, right? We need his shares."
Then, as an afterthought, she added, "We don’t have enough to buy them."
"Let him pay for it himself. You think he’s broke elsewhere?"
Lin Mo headed downstairs while Chu Lintian drove home.
"So… magic is real. Are there gods and monsters too?"
"They exist, but they’re rare in this world. And monsters are more afraid of humans, so don’t worry."
Lin Mo thought for a moment. "But keep my abilities a secret. I’d rather not end up dissected in a lab."
Chu Lintian nodded, understanding the stakes.
If Lin Mo had these powers, there might be organizations like a "National Mysteries Bureau" out there.
Instinctively, she resolved to stay far away from such things.
Back home, Chu Lintian sighed in relief at the sight of Chu Miaomiao watching TV.
She immediately pulled her into a hug.
"Miaomiao, I’m just glad you’re safe."
Xie Yuling watched curiously, then glanced at Lin Mo.
"What’s… going on?"
Lin Mo shrugged. "Just a mother missing her child after being apart."
Chu Lintian smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Yuling. I’m just not used to being away from Miaomiao."
On the way back, Lin Mo had explained that he’d sealed Xie Yuling’s memories of the ordeal—it wasn’t a pleasant experience.
In Xie Yuling’s mind, she’d simply taken a nap and spent the day playing at home.
In the past, lacking enough spiritual energy, he’d let Chu Miaomiao believe he had "mystical qigong" powers.
So he hadn’t erased her memories either.
"Stay at Miaomiao’s place tonight," Lin Mo told Xie Yuling.
Xie Yuling grinned. "Already told my mom. She said it’s fine."
From the kitchen, where she was preparing snacks, Chu Lintian called out, "Since you’re here, Lin Mo, you can sleep in the study tonight."
Lin Mo nodded indifferently.
"Sure. Just drop me home tomorrow morning—I need to pay respects at my family altar."
"Of course." Chu Lintian knew what he meant.
For now, Xie Yuling was the only one kept in the dark.
But Lin Mo preferred it that way.
He sat on the couch, cracking sunflower seeds, while the girls retreated to their rooms after bathing.
Chu Lintian emerged later in a silk nightgown—the same one as before.
Though it accentuated her figure, not an inch of skin was exposed.
"If Miaomiao hadn’t been released, I would’ve taken Jiang Beihe down with me."
"I know. I saw the knife. But why not just report him? The evidence was solid—it would’ve been revenge enough."
Chu Lintian hesitated.
"I wasn’t sure if the evidence had traps. I needed to verify its authenticity first."
That made sense—unlike in cheap novels where characters blindly trust "heaven-sent" evidence without checking for pitfalls.
Lin Mo turned off the TV.
"Get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be busy."
With that, he headed to the study.
Watching his retreating figure, Chu Lintian felt an unfamiliar sense of safety—one she hadn’t known in years.
"Lin Mo… thank you."
"You're welcome."
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
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
