Human emotions are truly subtle.
Take Chu Lintian’s sudden closeness, for example—wearing nothing but a nightgown and panties, not even a bra. What else could that be if not temptation?
Lin Mo didn’t even need to look to know a giant "DANGER" sign was floating above his head.
Well, what could he do? He was already a seasoned veteran in this regard.
In situations like this, there were only two options: advance or retreat.
So Lin Mo chose to retreat!
After all, the might of Lady Shen He was truly terrifying.
Moreover, using his spiritual sense, Lin Mo noticed that even after he left the couch, a pair of eyes continued to linger on him.
If that wasn’t coveting his seasoned body, then what was it?!
Sitting on the bed, Lin Mo sighed inexplicably.
As he lay down, his spiritual sense extended outward.
Chu Lintian hadn’t left the couch either, and she too let out a quiet sigh.
"Maybe this really isn’t appropriate. He must have noticed."
That’s what she said, but then Chu Lintian glanced down at her ample chest and long legs.
She recalled her time studying abroad—how many golden-haired, blue-eyed foreigners had pursued her, only to be rejected.
None of those guys were any good.
Especially the "n-bros."
Though, to be fair, there weren’t many of them where she studied, probably because "n-bros" didn’t exactly prioritize education.
But still, she was quite the catch.
A voluptuous figure, stunning looks—even though she was nearing thirty, who wouldn’t want a taste?
Just thinking about it made her blush uncontrollably.
At this point, Chu Lintian couldn’t help but feel a little dejected.
Her older brother had always forbidden her from dating. When she heard the news while abroad, she rushed back immediately to take care of Chu Miaomiao, turning down countless suitors along the way.
As a result, the real Chu Lintian remained a pure, untouched maiden.
Lost in thought, she wandered over to the wine cabinet and grabbed a few bottles of red wine.
Without a second thought, she started drinking on her own.
Seeing that Chu Lintian had gone to drink, Lin Mo relaxed a little and resumed his cultivation.
Lately, his system seemed to have vanished, likely still busy with his "Banner of the Human Emperor."
He kind of missed it.
In the Foundation Establishment stage, the qi vortex within his body gradually expanded.
Forming a Golden Core meant compressing that vortex into a solid core.
It sounded simple, but the actual process was far from easy.
One wrong move, and his dantian might explode.
(Note: This cultivation system doesn’t have minor distinctions like "Heavenly Foundation" or "Heavenly Core.")
Cultivation was a matter of moments.
If not for the sound of a key turning in the door, Lin Mo could have cultivated until dawn.
The door swung open, and a figure slipped inside, locking it behind her.
The strong scent of alcohol filled the air.
Lin Mo remained lying on the bed, his back turned to the newcomer.
Of course, he wasn’t asleep—he was just scanning with his spiritual sense.
Last time, she had pretended to be drunk after one bottle of wine. Tonight, she’d downed three and was genuinely wasted.
But what was she doing barging into his room while drunk?
Planning to take advantage of him?!
Yet Chu Lintian simply sat on the study chair, staring at Lin Mo.
Even in the dark, her gaze never wavered.
The scent of alcohol permeated the air, a mix of sharp liquor and the sweetness of red wine.
Eventually, Lin Mo rolled over, meeting Chu Lintian’s eyes from across the room.
But she still didn’t speak—just silently held his gaze.
A moment later, a single tear slid down her cheek.
Then, suddenly, she leaned forward, her eyes brimming with tenderness and allure. Though slightly unfocused from the alcohol, she seemed to be straining to focus on him.
Next, she crawled onto the bed on all fours, like a calico cat.
With her figure and that pose, she could easily seduce ninety-nine percent of men.
Especially now, with her cheeks slightly flushed, looking both adorable and irresistibly alluring.
Even a seasoned Foundation Establishment expert like Lin Mo couldn’t help but feel his heartbeat quicken.
When she reached him, Chu Lintian smiled sweetly.
"So, you can get nervous too?"
Lin Mo stiffened—his entire body tensed up.
Chu Lintian was practically pressed against him now, though they weren’t quite touching.
But the heat between them was unmistakable.
Lin Mo didn’t know what to do. Emergency! Need advice ASAP!
Before he could react, Chu Lintian rested her head on his shoulder and whispered in the softest voice:
"The first time you saved me, I already wanted to give myself to you. I’m still… untouched."
Wait! Hold on a second!
He wasn’t ready for this!
Ah, right—the first time he saved her was… when Zhu Ligang drugged her, wasn’t it?
Chu Lintian’s soft voice continued.
"That day, when you rescued me from Jiang Beihe’s office, I was ready to offer myself to you. But who knew you could actually neutralize the poison?"
Her ample chest pressed against him as she wrapped her arms around Lin Mo.
Gulp.
The sound of him swallowing hard echoed in his mind like a stone dropping into a deep well.
How the hell was anyone supposed to resist this?!
Lin Mo couldn’t help but turn his head away.
But a drunk woman was beyond reason—she grabbed his face and forced him to look back at her.
"Why are you avoiding me? Am I not attractive enough?"
As she spoke, she even licked his ear.
How could he tolerate this?!
Lin Mo grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, pushed against her back with the other, and flipped her onto the bed.
The tables had turned.
Luckily, the mattress was top-tier memory foam—soft and springy, so Chu Lintian wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable.
In fact, she even narrowed her eyes, her delicate features glowing with a seductive flush.
"Do you not like older women like me?"
She looked both hurt and confident at the same time.
Noticing Lin Mo’s renewed tension, Chu Lintian finally launched her offensive.
She went for it.
Her lips met his.
Lin Mo tried to resist by pushing back with his tongue.
But to his surprise, Chu Lintian let out a soft moan, like a kitten pleading for affection.
When they finally parted, she whispered:
"I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone like this before."
Hearing that, Lin Mo stiffened a third time.
Then, breaking free from her embrace, he pushed her away.
"My body’s good, right? And I’m pretty, aren’t I?"
Pouting, she looked at him like a little girl.
She was being so forward—why?
Lin Mo thought, Your body is amazing, and you’re gorgeous.
But… he…
If he took advantage of Chu Lintian now, he’d be a beast.
But if he didn’t, he’d be worse than a beast.
"Ah, I guess I’ll settle for being worse than a beast."
Leaning down, Lin Mo brushed his lips lightly against hers.
A second later, Chu Lintian was fast asleep.
Looking at the woman sprawled on his bed, Lin Mo shook his head, then glanced toward Chu Miaomiao’s room.
Difficult. So damn difficult.
Lord Wei! Tell me your secrets!
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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.”
