"He definitely isn't looking for me to settle a score."
"As for what you just said..."
"He beat up one of my lackeys?"
"Him?"
"Zhao Dahu did that?"
Lin Yu's face was full of disbelief. How could that guy—who once wouldn't even throw a punch when Lin Yu held his hand and forced him to—suddenly have such a change of heart?
...
Could it be because of his grandfather's passing?
A possibility flashed through Lin Yu's mind.
Just like that trash-picking bastard, who stopped caring about anything after losing the only family he had left in the world.
"Yeah, yeah, it was him."
Gu Yue nodded vigorously, then added sheepishly:
"He went all out—slapped the guy so hard he flew into a wall."
"Rumor has it the guy was dazed for hours, didn’t recover for several classes."
"Why did he do it?"
"Do you know the reason?"
Lin Yu asked curiously.
"No idea."
Gu Yue shook her head at first, then hesitated before adding uncertainly:
"Maybe the guy said something to him?"
"I’m not really sure."
"Oh, right."
"Hey, Long-ge, why are you so sure he isn’t here to cause trouble for you?"
Gu Yue blinked, puzzled.
"He’s definitely not here to cause trouble. Just like you—you’d never come after me, so neither would he."
Lin Yu declared with absolute confidence.
After all, he’d just done Zhao Dahu a huge favor a couple of days ago. Same as when he’d helped Gu Yue teach those purple-haired punks and their gang a lesson. That kind of debt? Zhao Dahu should be falling over himself to thank Lin Yu, not picking a fight.
While Lin Yu brimmed with certainty, Gu Yue wasn’t having it.
Just like me?
How could he be like me?
I don’t cause trouble for you because I like you—does that mean he likes you too?!
At that thought, Gu Yue pouted unhappily and muttered under her breath:
"He’s nothing like me..."
"Huh?"
"Not like you?"
"What’s the difference?"
Lin Yu pressed, baffled.
"..."
Gu Yue glared at his clueless expression, then snapped in frustration:
"There just is!"
"Okay, but what exactly is the difference?"
Lin Yu kept pushing.
"..."
Gu Yue’s cheeks puffed up in anger before she finally exploded:
"Figure it out yourself!"
"Got two eyes but can’t see a thing!"
After shouting, she stormed off in a huff, not even looking back.
Lin Yu stood frozen, stunned by the first scolding he’d ever gotten from Gu Yue. By the time his slow brain caught up, she was already ten meters ahead.
Watching her retreating figure, his eyes widened in utter shock.
"What the hell?!"
"Gu Yue!"
"You’ve got some nerve now, huh?!"
"Talking to me like that?!"
"You asking for a beating?!"
Lin Yu roared, clenching his fists as he charged after her.
"Ahh!"
"Help!"
Hearing his rapid footsteps closing in, Gu Yue dropped the act. She shrieked and bolted like a startled rabbit...
...
After a full day of mind-numbing classes, Lin Yu slung the tattered single-strap bag over his shoulder and trudged out of school, body and soul utterly drained.
Less than a hundred meters from the school gates, Lin Yu looked at Zhao Dahu, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and asked weakly:
“What’s up?”
Zhao Dahu nodded. He unzipped his jacket slightly, reached inside with his large hand, and pulled out a rectangular cloth bundle.
Carefully unwrapping it, a shade of red that brought instant delight to anyone who saw it appeared in his palm.
“Brother Long, here’s the rest of the money. Returning it to you.”
Zhao Dahu extended the stack of bills toward Lin Yu.
Lin Yu stared at the cash in Zhao Dahu’s hand and couldn’t help but ask, exasperated:
“Why didn’t you just transfer it to me through your phone? Why go through the trouble of coming all this way?”
Zhao Dahu scratched his head and replied with simple earnestness:
“My grandpa told me before he passed—you don’t thank your benefactor just over the phone.”
“Especially someone who’s done you a huge favor.”
“You’ve got to say it face to face—that’s how you show sincerity.”
“Otherwise, it’s disrespectful to the person who helped you.”
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
