The living room.
Xie Yuling had changed into a refreshing set of loungewear. Shuffling in her slippers, she darted to the sofa in a few steps and plopped down, causing the entire sofa to bounce.
She stretched out a fair hand, spreading her five fingers, and righteously held it out in front of Lin Mo.
"Little Mozi, where is the tribute? Returning from your royal tour without presenting gifts, what kind of manners is this!"
Lin Mo didn't even bother to lift his eyelids. He slowly pulled out an antique-looking rectangular wooden box from the bag by his feet.
With a click, the lid opened.
Inside, lined with soft velvet, lay several exquisite and petite ceramic dolls. Each had a different expression and looked incredibly lifelike.
Leading the pack was, astonishingly, a little ceramic figure wearing suspenders and making a strange hand gesture.
"What is this?" Xie Yuling's eyes lit up. She pinched the little figure, examined it carefully under the light, and couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from rising.
"This is a doll I shaped myself, called Kunkun."
Besides Kunkun, there was an adorkable duck tilting its head, and a few endearingly clumsy little rabbits.
"I stayed in Dejing Town for a few days. Watching the old masters fire porcelain was quite interesting, so I casually made a few," Lin Mo's tone was flat, as if he had just done something trivial. "They came out looking alright, so I brought them back for you."
After leaving Hero City this time, he wasn't in a hurry to return, but went alone to several surrounding cities.
There were no thrilling adventures, nor any romantic encounters with beautiful confidantes. He was just like the most ordinary backpacker—eating alone, enjoying the scenery alone, and strolling along unfamiliar streets alone.
Finally, in Dejing Town, he found a moment of peace. The weather wasn't cold, nor was he in the Northeast, but he played with mud.
"Wow, this craftsmanship is amazing! It's cuter than the ones sold in stores!" Xie Yuling fondled the Kunkun ceramic, unable to put it down, though she didn't know what its posture meant.
Lin Mo ignored her antics and took out another slightly larger box, handing it to Zheng Yuan, who had been watching them with a smile.
"Aunt Zheng, this is for you."
"Although it's not an antique from the Shang or Zhou dynasties, it's a craft that just came out of the kiln last week," Lin Mo explained in advance. "I noticed you like tending to flowers and plants, Auntie, so it should be nice for flower arranging."
Zheng Yuan carefully took the porcelain vase. Her gaze treated it as something even more precious than a rare treasure.
She stroked the vase, took out her phone, and snapped a flurry of photos of it.
The next second, she opened her WeChat group.
"Sisters, sisters, look at this, it's ceramics from Dejing Town."
After sending the message, Zheng Yuan put her phone away in satisfaction. When she looked up at Lin Mo, the contentment in her eyes practically overflowed.
Xie Yuling, playing with the ceramic dolls, suddenly leaned over and asked, "Wait, why did you come back so soon? I thought you were having so much fun you'd forgotten about home."
"I came back for the competition. I have to participate in a competition in a few days, some Southern Olympic Contest, anyway, it's those math, physics, chemistry, and biology competitions."
Lin Mo wasn't lying; the school really had arranged a competition.
Hearing this, Zheng Yuan's newly risen joy faded a bit, revealing a hint of regret.
"I was thinking that since you're back, you could take our Yuling out to play."
"It's fine, Aunt Zheng, the competition is only for a few days."
Lin Mo smiled and waved his hand, then, as if remembering something, he started pulling things out again. "Oh right, I also brought some local specialties."
He pulled out a large transparent bag filled with dried goods.
"Dried silver fish from Poyang Lake. They're especially delicious for making soup or steamed eggs."
Zheng Yuan took it, looked, and blurted out, "Isn't this the whitebait we have around here?"
"They look similar, but they're different," Lin Mo explained patiently. "The whitebait in Yangcheng is a marine fish that migrates. The Poyang Lake silver fish lives its whole life in freshwater, so its meat is thicker and plumper."
"Oh! I see." Zheng Yuan nodded, seemingly understanding.
Before she finished speaking, Lin Mo grunted and hoisted a massive ham out of that travel bag, which could practically be called a treasure chest.
The ham was wrapped in oil paper and emitted a rich, meaty aroma.
"This is Anfu ham, one of the top ten famous hams in our country."
Zheng Yuan was startled by the size of the ham. "Oh my! Such a big one! Little Mo, how are we supposed to store this? With Yangcheng's hot and humid weather, it'll spoil in a few days."
It wasn't that she had never bought such cured meats before, but storing them in Yangcheng was indeed a huge problem. Even if stuffed into the freezer, the flavor would be greatly compromised.
Zheng Yuan thought for a moment and asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Little Mo, look... is it okay if we share some of this ham with the neighbors? We can also send some to Yuling's uncle. Just our family alone wouldn't be able to finish it in a donkey's years."
"You can arrange it however you see fit, Aunt Zheng."
Lin Mo shoved the ham into her hands, his attitude very casual. "I gave it to you, so it's yours. You don't need to ask me."
"Alright, alright, stop studying that leg!"
Zheng Yuan wanted to offer a few more polite words, but Xie Yuling could no longer hold back. She shoved the ceramic doll back into its box, then suddenly grabbed Lin Mo's wrist and yanked him up from the sofa.
"Let's go, let's go! I'll take you to see something good—my latest research result!"
The girl's eyes were sparkling, revealing an unconcealable excitement and pride. Without allowing any room for argument, she dragged Lin Mo toward the stairs leading to the rooftop.
Watching their retreating backs, Zheng Yuan merely smiled.
Upon reaching the rooftop and securely closing the door, the young girl threw her arms open. Seven or eight folded paper cranes flew out of her pockets.
They then shuttled back and forth around the girl.
"Ta-da! See how amazing I am!"
She indeed had a bit of a beginner's touch. As expected of someone who could see ghosts and monsters with just her naked eyes.
She could be considered to have the innate physique of a spirit medium.
Clap, clap, clap!
Lin Mo applauded.
"That's truly impressive, but you need to keep this skill well hidden."
Xie Yuling crinkled her nose. "Of course. I'm not Nobita. If I accidentally expose it, I'll just say it's a magic trick!"
Lin Mo gave her a thumbs-up.
He casually pulled out a sheet of A4 paper. "Here, pierce through this paper."
Xie Yuling didn't recall the paper cranes, but merely looked at the A4 paper in Lin Mo's hand.
Rip!
A hole appeared in the middle of the A4 paper.
"Hmm, you've got something there, but it's not enough."
As he spoke, the A4 paper in Lin Mo's hand turned into a wooden plank.
"Pierce through this plank. This isn't one of those fake Taekwondo boards, mind you."
Xie Yuling froze for a moment, then focused her mind, sending her spiritual sense crashing fiercely against the plank.
The plank remained completely unscathed. Xie Yuling let out a soft hmph, "Swap it for a Taekwondo board, and I'll definitely break it for you!"

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?!

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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.”