Behind the three-colored potato mine stood a delinquent with dyed gray hair. Unlike the foolish potato mine, he noticed the owner of those long legs and the handsome yet menacing face full of hostility.
"L-Long... Brother Long."
The gray-haired delinquent stiffened instinctively under the weight of tension and fear, his forehead drenched in cold sweat as he nodded at the furious Lin Yu approaching him, his voice trembling as he greeted.
"Get lost!"
Lin Yu was seething with rage—half of it provoked by the delicate-looking boy, and the other half because he had to step in and save Tang Manman again, inevitably getting entangled with her. Right now, he was in such a state of fury that he’d kick even a stray dog on the street.
Though the gray-haired delinquent had behaved relatively well, he still earned himself a hard slap on the back of his neck from Lin Yu, sending him stumbling.
Striding up to the tightly shut door of the girls' restroom, Lin Yu raised both hands and slammed them against the door, roaring:
"Everyone inside, get the hell out!"
"Don’t make me say it twice!"
The wooden door rattled violently under Lin Yu’s pounding, as if it might shatter any second.
Under such overwhelming pressure, the people inside quickly opened the door.
Lin Yu ignored the purple-haired delinquent girl, whose expression shifted from anger to panic, and instead fixed his gaze on Tang Manman, who was cornered in the restroom.
She was kneeling on the gray tiled floor, tears streaming down her face, her hands clutching the half-unzipped, filthy school uniform tightly. Her delicate cheeks were flushed red, marked by the slaps she’d endured.
The delinquent girls surrounding her were all frozen in place, terrified by Lin Yu’s wrath. One of them was even holding a phone—apparently planning to resume the interrupted filming from last night.
The sight made Lin Yu’s vision blur with rage.
"Running out of new tricks, huh?"
"You just won’t stop until you’ve ruined Tang Manman, will you?"
Fine. Time to teach them a lesson.
His eyes swept over each of the bullies before settling on the purple-haired girl who had opened the door. His voice was icy as he commanded:
"Take it off."
"Huh?"
Whether she hadn’t heard him clearly or was stunned by the absurd order, the purple-haired girl blinked in confusion, instinctively looking at Lin Yu.
SMACK!
Her gaze was met with a brutal slap from Lin Yu.
"I said take your clothes off!" he roared, unable to suppress his fury.
Dazed by the slap, the purple-haired girl didn’t resist. Right there in front of everyone in the hallway, she began stripping.
Her clean school uniform slid off, revealing a purple short-sleeved shirt underneath.
Lin Yu snatched the uniform from her hands and hurled it toward Tang Manman in the corner.
Tang Manman’s own clothes were covered in dirty footprints and were no longer wearable.
The uniform landed squarely on her. Clutching it, Tang Manman hesitated, her eyes flickering with fear—she seemed too scared to even wear the bully’s clothes.
Lin Yu paid her no mind. After throwing the uniform, he turned back to the purple-haired girl and growled:
"Now the pants."
The words snapped the girl out of her daze. The left side of her face, untouched by the earlier slap, flushed deep red. Nervously gripping her uniform pants, she stammered:
"I... I’m not wearing anything underneath..."
Before she could finish, another ruthless slap landed on her left cheek.
"Take. Them. Off."
Lin Yu glared at her, leaving no room for negotiation.
Trembling under his roar, the purple-haired girl finally, under the wide-eyed stares of everyone in the hallway, placed her shaking hands on her waistband.
Lin Yu watched her quivering form with cold amusement.
Now you’re scared?
Where’s all that bravado from earlier when you were stripping someone else and trying to take nude photos?
People like you never learn unless they’re given a lesson they’ll never forget.
And—
Nothing underneath?
Who the hell are you trying to fool?
You just don’t want to be humiliated in public, that’s all.
Convinced she was lying, Lin Yu impatiently barked:
"Hurry up!"
The girl flinched. Under his relentless pressure, she let out a choked sob, squeezed her eyes shut, and let tears streak down her face, smearing her dark eyeliner into faint black trails.
Seeing her like this, Lin Yu suddenly felt something was off.
Wait… is she telling the truth?
Is she really not wearing anything?
As the girl slowly pushed her pants down, a glimpse of purple lace peeked through.
Lin Yu’s eyes widened.
He knew that kind of lace—it was only used for three types of clothing: skirts, bras, or panties.
And since a skirt wouldn’t be worn under pants so snugly, that left only one possibility.
Damn it!
She really isn’t wearing anything!
Muttering internally about how bold some people were, Lin Yu grabbed her by the hair, kicked her back into the restroom, and slammed the door shut, yelling:
"Give your pants to Tang Manman!"
"If even a single spot on her uniform is dirty when she comes out, I’ll skin every last one of you alive!"
After his roar, rustling sounds came from inside the restroom.
Soon, the door opened again. Tang Manman stepped out, now dressed in a clean, well-fitting uniform, wiping tears from her eyes. Behind her emerged the purple-haired girl, her cheeks swollen, still wearing her own altered uniform—though Tang Manman’s soiled clothes had been passed to someone else.
Lin Yu couldn’t care less about the details. He knew that to avoid endless trouble in the future, he had to make his stance clear.
Scanning the crowded hallway, he decided to flip the script.
Before, I kept trying to avoid Tang Manman, but it never worked.
From now on…
Let her be the one to avoid me.
His sharp gaze swept across the students before he declared loudly:
"From today onward, Tang Manman is under my protection."
"Every single one of you at Third High—if anyone dares to mess with her again, you’re messing with me!"
Then, he turned to the purple-haired girl, grabbed her hair, and yanked her close, his voice a low warning:
"And that includes you."
"You."
"And all your little lackeys."
He pointed at the girl’s followers with his free hand.
"If Tang Manman gets bullied in this school again, I’ll beat the hell out of you first before going after whoever did it. Understood?"
With that, Lin Yu grabbed the purple-haired delinquent girl by her hair and shook her roughly twice. Only when the girl nodded in pain did Lin Yu finally release her.
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?!
