August 3rd, Yangcheng.
Knock, knock!
"Auntie Zheng, I'm back," a voice rang out in the hallway.
Lin Mo's voice wasn't loud, but it managed to penetrate the double doors.
The room was quiet for a moment, followed by the rustling sound of pots and pans being set down gently, and then the hurried footsteps of slippers sliding across the floor.
Through Lin Mo's divine sense, he saw Zheng Yuan walking out of the kitchen.
"Oh, I thought I heard Xiao Mo's voice." She walked toward the door while wiping her wet hands on her apron.
The wooden door creaked open, revealing the iron grille door outside.
When she saw the tall, straight figure standing outside, carrying bags big and small with a familiar smile on his face, Zheng Yuan's eyes instantly lit up.
"Oh my! It really is you. I thought I was hearing things. Hurry, come in."
She cried out in pleasant surprise, hurriedly unlocking and opening the iron door.
Lin Mo carried his things and walked inside.
"It's been a while, Auntie Zheng. I missed you so much," Lin Mo said with a smile.
These words came from the bottom of his heart. Although he had only left Yangcheng for a little over a month, the people and things here had long occupied a significant place in his heart.
"We missed you too! You child, coming back without even calling ahead," Zheng Yuan playfully slapped his arm, though her eyes were filled with unconcealable joy. "I thought you were going to wait until school was about to start before coming back."
As she spoke, she familiarly took out a cup with a cartoon pattern from the cabinet. This was Lin Mo's exclusive water cup here.
She went into the kitchen, rinsed the cup clean, and then poured Lin Mo a full cup of warm water.
"I just wanted to give everyone a surprise." Lin Mo took the cup, the warmth spreading from his palms to his heart. "Coming back early means I can spend more time with everyone."
"That makes perfect sense!"
Zheng Yuan nodded in satisfaction. Then, changing the subject, she curled her lips toward her daughter's room. "It's good to go out more. Unlike that brat, who just locks herself in her room all day long. I don't even know what she's up to. Look at the time; she's probably still playing dead in bed."
Speaking of Xie Yuling, she wasn't actually sleeping right now.
Having already learned the Yellow Court Spirit Nourishing Sutra, Xie Yuling was currently in a state of deep meditation. Traces of worldly spiritual energy were drawn in, nourishing her newly formed divine sense.
The corners of Lin Mo's mouth lifted, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.
"Alright, then let this 'surprise' go wake her up first!"
"Go on, go on," Zheng Yuan waved her hand cheerfully, not minding in the slightest that he was casually entering her daughter's room.
After all, hehe.
Lin Mo placed his things on the sofa and walked straight to Xie Yuling's door. Without knocking, he turned the doorknob.
A comfortable blast of cold air blew against his face.
The room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly. Only the indicator light on the air conditioner emitted a faint glow.
At this moment, Xie Yuling was lying on her bed.
She wasn't sprawled out, but lying flat and properly, with the blanket covering her stomach.
People from eastern Guangdong have a very strong obsession with making sure the blanket covers the stomach.
Lin Mo's gaze fell on her peaceful sleeping face. He could clearly sense the faint but pure fluctuations of spiritual energy around her body.
This girl has made quite a bit of progress.
Lin Mo closed the door to prevent the cold air from escaping.
Then he pulled over the chair from the desk and sat down leisurely.
"The sun is shining on your butt."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble tossed into a calm lake.
The young girl heard the sound, but muttered in her heart, "I must be hallucinating from my cultivation. Why would I hear Lin Mo's voice?"
She steadied her mind, attempting to re-enter meditation.
Seeing this, Lin Mo couldn't help but chuckle and decided to increase the dosage.
"If you don't get up soon, you won't get a share of the gifts I brought back."
Was it really his voice?
The girl suddenly opened her eyes!
Then, she saw a handsome face close at hand. Lin Mo was sitting on the chair, resting his chin on one hand, staring at her with great interest.
"Ah!"
A short gasp of surprise.
"You! You, you, you... when did you get back?!"
The girl's cheeks immediately burned up. She hurriedly pulled the blanket over her head, covering herself completely, leaving only a head of long black hair scattered on the pillow.
What was going on!
She could already project her divine sense to cover the entire room and even a little bit of the living room! Why didn't she feel a thing when this guy sneaked into her room?
This wasn't scientific at all!
"Just arrived," Lin Mo's voice, laced with a smile, came from outside the blanket. "Auntie Zheng said there was a lazy little pig at home who hadn't gotten out of bed yet, so she told me to come take a look."
The girl felt utterly mortified. She threw off the blanket, about to retort, when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the bedroom door being secretly cracked open.
Behind the crack in the door was Zheng Yuan's smiling face, clearly enjoying the show.
"Mom!"
Xie Yuling's cry carried a hint of a wail.
The girl, who had just pulled down the blanket, pulled it right back over her head.
"Why didn't you even tell me you were coming back." The girl's voice sounded somewhat displeased.
"If I told you, how would it be a surprise? Oh, you don't want to see me? Then I'll go find Miaomiao and Jiang Yunlu."
Hearing this, the previously shy Xie Yuling fiercely pulled the blanket down.
"Hmph! You jerk!"
"I came to find you the very first moment I got back, and you call me a jerk?" Lin Mo shook his head and sighed.
Hearing these words, the girl actually felt sweet inside. After all, he came back and looked for me first.
But she still put on an unhappy expression.
"Hmph! I don't care, I'm unhappy right now. You need to hurry up and coax me with a gift."
Lin Mo sat directly on Xie Yuling's bed.
"What? A gift? I don't want to give it anymore, unless someone... is willing to..."
Before Lin Mo could finish, someone kissed him on the cheek.
A sneak attack!
Did she really think a Golden Core stage cultivator like me couldn't dodge it?
Lin Mo turned his head to look at the girl, who had once again pulled the thin blanket over her head.
As if the person who had just launched the sneak attack wasn't her.
Because she now had divine sense, Xie Yuling had also become much bolder.
However, Lin Mo pressed his hands down on Xie Yuling's hands that were gripping the blanket.
"Hmm? Mmh!"
Xie Yuling was attacked from the front.
Throwing off the blanket, the girl, whose face was as red as a monkey's butt, glared fiercely at Lin Mo.
"My mom is still home!"
"Auntie is in the kitchen, what are you afraid of? Come on out and see what gifts I brought for you guys."
"No!"
Xie Yuling suddenly grabbed Lin Mo's arm.
"I didn't get a good taste through the blanket just now. I want another bite."
Saying that, the girl took the initiative and went in for the attack.
Of course, it was just a brief taste, but the girl's face was still flushed red.
Lin Mo couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Did you eat candy before going to sleep? So sweet?"
"Hmph, you! Smooth talker!"
Xie Yuling rolled her eyes and ignored Lin Mo.
Happy birthday to me! Reporting in! I want to eat beef hotpot today!

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

] 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.

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.”