Late at night.
Xie Yuling was already deep into her winter break revelry.
Yet, she sat hugging a fox plushie, gazing out the window.
Her phone suddenly vibrated.
"You're still awake? What’s on your mind?"
Glancing down, she saw it was a message from Lin Mo.
"How do you know I’m not asleep?"
"You replied, so clearly you’re awake."
"Fine, I’m up. What do you want?"
"Open the door."
Those two words sent a jolt through Xie Yuling’s heart. This guy… was he really outside?
Remembering how Lin Mo had once walked through walls, she suddenly doubted her own assumptions and typed back:
"If you can phase through walls, just come in yourself."
"Then I’m coming in, alright?"
This time, the words weren’t text—they echoed right beside her ear.
Xie Yuling whipped her head around to find Lin Mo already seated at her desk.
"See? I’m still polite, aren’t I?"
A mix of delight and unease fluttered in her chest.
"Why’d you suddenly show up? Weren’t you supposed to be heading home?"
Lin Mo pulled out a stack of talismans from his sleeve.
"About to visit my grandma’s place, so I drew these for you—protection charms. Like this Evil-Warding Talisman. If any ghosts bother you, just throw this or stick it on yourself, and no spirit will dare come close."
As Lin Mo explained each talisman’s purpose, Xie Yuling barely registered the details. She just tilted her head, watching him.
Her eyes stayed fixed on Lin Mo, her lips parting slightly.
"Hey, are you even listening?"
Only then did she snap out of it.
"Huh? What?!"
Lin Mo flicked her forehead with his finger.
Xie Yuling clutched her head, pouting at him with an adorable expression—one Lin Mo had never seen in his past life.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Don’t copy my moves!"
"Pay attention, or there’ll be no New Year’s Eve surprise for you."
At that, her eyes sparkled faintly. "Surprise? What surprise?"
"If I told you, would it still be a surprise?"
Defeated, Xie Yuling straightened up and listened properly.
By the time Lin Mo vanished from her room, she turned to the talismans on her desk. There were plenty, each clearly labeled—proof he’d been there.
"Should’ve hugged him when I had the chance."
But girls often lacked the courage in moments like these.
Next, she opened a three-person group chat—one created during their time at the farmhouse. The members were just her, Chu Miaomiao, and Jiang Yunlu.
Yet, not a single message had been exchanged since its creation.
After a pause, Xie Yuling closed the chat.
--System: Not all systems deserve the title of "invincible"--
December 17th.
A provincial coach bound for Crane City rumbled along the road.
Though called Crane City, its most famous landmark was Wild Goose Mountain.
It was hard to fathom why it wasn’t named Goose City instead.
Lin Mo had never once seen a crane in Crane City.
Despite its "city" title, it was little more than a small county town.
And it was administratively managed by Wuyi City.
No trains or high-speed rails served it. The only ways in were by long-distance bus or a taxi ride from Wuyi or Chan City.
Perhaps because it was a weekday, there weren’t too many people on this bus.
In just an hour, they had traveled from the Goat City Provincial Bus Terminal to the Crane City Bus Station.
This station wasn’t even as big as Guangba Middle School.
However, as soon as Lin Mo stepped out, he saw a crowd of motorcycle and taxi drivers waving at the exit.
"Need a ride?!"
"Hey, handsome, need a motorcycle ride?"
Wait, something seemed out of place here.
Lin Mo checked his phone. He had already messaged his cousin Feng Binbin during the ride.
Feng Binbin would naturally come to pick him up by car.
At this time, Crane City’s regulations weren’t fully established yet, especially since ride-hailing apps hadn’t taken off.
So, the taxis here didn’t use meters—they just quoted prices outright.
A few kilometers could cost you dozens of yuan.
Lin Mo stood at the bus station entrance. The winter sunlight didn’t feel scorching but instead carried a comforting warmth.
Since he hadn’t attended school here since elementary, Lin Mo didn’t know many people in Crane City.
He could’ve just headed straight to his grandmother’s house, but that wouldn’t be right—for now, he preferred living by the norms of ordinary people.
After waiting about ten minutes, a motorcycle soon arrived.
This bike had actually been bought by Lin Mo’s father and left at his grandmother’s place for convenience. After his parents passed away, Feng Binbin took over riding it.
"Wow, Fish Boy! It’s only been half a year, but you’ve shot up so tall!"
Feng Binbin took off his helmet, teasing his younger cousin with a grin.
The cousin he remembered wasn’t this tall or this handsome.
"I almost didn’t recognize you!"
"Is it that exaggerated? I’ve only grown a little," Lin Mo replied modestly. Over the past six months, he had indeed gotten taller—and as handsome as you dear readers.
Lin Mo’s maternal grandparents both bore the surname Feng. Many villages in this area shared the same surname, tracing back to a common ancestor, though the familial ties had long thinned beyond the traditional five generations of mourning.
His grandmother had two daughters and one son.
The eldest daughter married in Crane City but left to work in Hong Kong.
The second daughter was Lin Mo’s mother, who had married into Guangzhou.
The third, Feng Binbin’s father, was currently serving time in prison.
Feng Binbin had been raised by their grandmother, while his mother—though still married—hadn’t been particularly involved in his upbringing.
Lin Mo only saw her a handful of times during holidays.
Still, he later came to understand a few things.
Taking the helmet Feng Binbin handed him, Lin Mo put it on.
"Let’s go home!"
Feng Binbin grinned.
"You have no idea how happy the old lady is today. She’s probably out buying groceries by now."
"Sounds good. But she’s not getting fish skin dumplings, is she?"
"Nah, those are gone after breakfast hours."
Feng Binbin put on his helmet and revved the engine, speeding off.
Unlike Goat City, Crane City didn’t ban motorcycles.
After all, this was a county town where car ownership was low, making motorcycles the most practical mode of transport.
About two-thirds of the area was rural, so without bikes, getting around would be a hassle.
In no time, they were racing down the road, the wind whipping past. Soon, they reached their grandmother’s house.
Lin Mo watched as the roads narrowed, flanked by fish ponds on either side. He remembered how, as a child, he’d been terrified of falling into one while riding on the back of a motorcycle.
Now, seeing them again, the fear didn’t seem so sharp.
Just as the bike rounded a corner, they spotted a petite, dark-skinned old woman walking ahead, a grocery basket in hand.
Hearing the sound of the motorcycle, the old woman turned her head and glanced back. She immediately recognized the two people on the vehicle.
"Ah! You're back!"
The bike gradually slowed down, and Lin Mo jumped off directly.
"Oh, I've missed you so much, Auntie," Lin Mo said softly as she gently embraced the elderly woman.
The old woman patted the young one's back lightly, her face filled with nothing but tenderness and affection.

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...

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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.”