The rooftop.
Feeling the wind, the air, and the spiritual energy within it.
Cultivation was an even longer process than schooling.
But most importantly, Lin Mo wanted to fly.
Right now, he didn’t have enough spiritual energy to lift off.
However, among the Seventy-Two Transformations divine abilities, there was one called Wind Riding—a technique that allowed one to soar with the wind.
But as the saying went, if you're weak, train harder.
Lin Mo was a noob at immortal cultivation, so all he could do was practice more.
Just as he was cultivating, footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Hearing the sound, Lin Mo turned his head.
It was Xie Yuling.
Seeing Lin Mo standing in the corner gazing into the distance, Xie Yuling thought to herself, Just as I expected.
The rooftop door was usually locked, yet Lin Mo somehow managed to open it.
So Xie Yuling asked, "So… you know how to pick locks?"
Lin Mo turned around.
"Sort of. My cousin taught me. Can’t handle the complicated ones, but small ones like this? Easy."
Xie Yuling nodded, then asked, "Where were you last night? You came back so late."
Lin Mo hadn’t expected her to still be awake at that hour.
He shrugged. "Helping my uncle with something. A minor hiccup dragged it out, so I had to take a cab back. But starting tonight, I won’t need to go anymore."
Hearing this, Xie Yuling visibly relaxed.
"Then come over for supper tonight. Mom’s been mentioning it for days."
"Sure. Tell Auntie Zheng to make extra noodles—I eat a lot."
Xie Yuling blinked in surprise.
"How did you know Mom always makes noodles for supper?"
Because most of the times I’ve been to your place, it was noodles.
But to be fair, Auntie Zheng’s noodles were legit delicious.
Lin Mo replied calmly, "I saw the noodle box in your kitchen the other day. Golden Knight, right? I’ve had it before—tastes great."
"Right?! That brand’s the best! You can’t overcook it—just right for the perfect texture."
The usually aloof Xie Yuling was now brimming with excitement, like she’d found a kindred spirit.
It was strange. Back when Lin Mo had tried so hard to get close to her, he couldn’t bridge the gap.
But thinking about it, it made sense—approaching with an agenda made people wary.
The lunch bell rang.
Lin Mo waved. "Let’s go. Nap time. No nap, afternoon crap."
......
Back in class, most students were already slumped over their desks, asleep.
Jiang Yunlu had been staring at the door.
The moment Lin Mo walked in, she straightened up.
As soon as he sat down, she blurted, "Where’d you go?"
"What’s up? Just took a walk, got some air, helped digestion."
Lin Mo flipped open his math notes from the morning, skimming through them to reinforce his understanding.
"Nothing. Just noticed you were gone and got curious."
"I’m not gonna vanish. This is a school, not a mine—hard to get lost here."
Right then—
"You serious right now?!"
"Serves you right!"
A sudden argument erupted in the otherwise quiet classroom.
Two students at the back—Hao Qiang and Jian Lihao—stood up, glaring at each other.
From Lin Mo’s memory, these two were the "talented but lazy" types—barely studied yet still scored 500-plus, scraping in with tuition fees.
Their talent was erratic, occasionally flaring up in bursts of brilliance.
But most of the time? Pure chaos.
The kind that could drag Class 8’s average down by dozens of points.
Lin Mo didn’t care much, though. These two fought often but would be back to being buddies within days.
This time, Hao Qiang threw a punch.
Jian Lihao, a human powder keg, retaliated—
By clawing at him.
Literally.
Jian Lihao was a guy, but his nails were long, often packed with mysterious black gunk under them.
His attacks came with a side of biohazard.
Since it was summer, Hao Qiang raised his arm to block—only to get scratched up.
They were about to go at it again when the back-row crowd jumped in to break it up.
School inspectors patrolled during lunch.
If they caught wind of this, Class 8’s rating would tank.
So class monitor Ma Ruixiang quickly rallied a few backbenchers to separate the two, even swapping their seats to keep them apart.
Jiang Yunlu watched them panting, still tense.
"Good thing they stopped it. Could’ve gotten worse. Ma Ruixiang’s got some skills as monitor."
She hadn’t lowered her voice, so nearby students heard.
Lin Jiajun, seated to Lin Mo’s left, smirked.
"Skills, but not much."
Sure enough, Ma Ruixiang snapped, "Fight all you want—just do it after class somewhere else. Don’t make a scene here, you good-for-nothings."
That instantly redirected the duo’s hostility toward him.
Lin Jiajun scoffed. "And there it is—dug his own grave."
Still, the situation was defused.
No inspectors came, so the matter faded.
But Lin Mo overheard the back-row crew plotting revenge on Ma Ruixiang.
The guy had a habit of flaunting his monitor status, tattling on everyone—
A proper little snitch.
Eventually, he’d get jumped in a back alley with a sack over his head.
But not yet. The time wasn’t right.
......
After school, Lin Mo grabbed his notes and headed out.
Instead of hitting the backstreets, he took a cab straight to Chu Miaomiao’s place.
He breezed into the complex, rode the elevator up, and knocked.
Inside, Chu Miaomiao’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
Tiptoeing to the door, she peeked through the peephole—
And yanked it open upon seeing Lin Mo.
"Lin Mo?! What are you doing here?"
"Brought your notes. Got supper plans tonight, so figured I’d drop by early."
"Wait—what about evening self-study?"
Lin Mo handed her the notebook.
"Plenty of time. It’s only past five."
Evening self-study started at seven. Over an hour to spare.
Just then, Chu Lintian walked out.
"Oh! Lin Mo! Here to deliver notes? I just started cooking—since you’re here…"
Classic Chinese hospitality: You’re already here.
But Lin Mo waved it off.
The rice had just gone in—another forty minutes till mealtime.
Cutting it close for his return.
"It’s fine. I’ll just head back."
Chu Lintian insisted, "No worries, I’ll drive you later."
She tried pulling Lin Mo inside, but he didn’t budge.
Instead, she overbalanced—
And Lin Mo caught her by the arms, steadying her.
"No need, I have a big appetite. I'll take my leave first."
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
