Tang Qinqin approached her mother, who was busy in the kitchen.
She craned her neck to peek into the bedroom and saw her sister studying with intense focus. Feeling somewhat reassured, she turned back and moved closer to her mother.
In a soft voice, Tang Qinqin asked, “Mom, what’s been going on with sister lately?”
“She seems a bit off,” Tang’s mother replied.
At Tang Qinqin’s words, the faint smile on Tang’s mother’s face vanished instantly.
She sighed softly, her tone laced with helplessness and worry as she spoke quietly, “I honestly don’t know what’s wrong with your sister these days.”
“Her grades have dropped sharply, and sometimes she comes home with red, swollen eyes. When I ask her, she just won’t say anything.”
“She always brushes me off with ‘I’m fine.’”
Her expression darkened slightly as she spoke, clearly frustrated by Tang Manman’s silence.
As she sliced two cucumber pieces, Tang’s mother suddenly seemed to remember something. She turned to her youngest daughter, her eyes filled with a hopeful question: “Has your sister told you anything?”
“No, she hasn’t,” Tang Qinqin answered without hesitation.
Then, as if to make her answer more believable, she added with a mischievous grin, “If I knew, I wouldn’t be asking you, Mom~”
Tang’s mother found her daughter’s reasoning reasonable and nodded, choosing not to press further. She turned back to focus on preparing lunch.
With no useful information gained, Tang Qinqin left the kitchen.
Standing in the hallway, she glanced to her left.
Through the wide-open bedroom door, she saw her sister.
Tang Manman was slumped over an old wooden desk marked by the passage of time. One hand gripped a pen, her gaze vacant. Though she appeared to be studying, her distracted eyes betrayed her wandering mind.
Tang Qinqin, clever beyond her years, stroked her chin thoughtfully.
Seeing her sister in such a dazed state, she grew even more curious about Lin Yu—the one who had changed her sister into this.
Is he a good person or a bad one?
She glanced back to see her mother still intently chopping vegetables for lunch.
Biting her lip, Tang Qinqin thought it over and decided to go ask Yu Kai.
Although, due to their differing stances, she couldn’t trust everything he said, getting more information was always better.
It’s better to be prepared!
With that in mind, Tang Qinqin turned right and headed out the door, speaking as she went, “Mom, I’m stepping out for a bit.”
“Where are you going?” came a gentle voice, reminding her, “Dinner’s almost ready. Don’t wander too far.”
“I know,” Tang Qinqin replied, her tone a little higher, “I’m just going to take a walk nearby. It’s been a while since I came back—I want to see how much the neighborhood has changed!”
With that excuse, Tang Qinqin left home and followed the route she remembered, heading straight to Yu Kai’s place.
Arriving at the familiar spot, she looked at the security door, unchanged from her memory, and gently knocked.
“Who is it?”
A clear, strong female voice came from inside the door. Tang Qinqin’s sweet voice said:
“Auntie, it’s me.”
“I’m Tang Qinqin.”
“Qinqin?”
The voice inside turned surprised.
Soon after,
the security door was pushed open. Inside, a middle-aged woman looked at the smiling young girl standing outside, her face lighting up with joy as she called out:
“Qinqin!”
“You’ve been discharged?”
“When did you get out?”
“This morning.”
Tang Qinqin replied obediently.
The middle-aged woman nodded with a warm smile. She quickly stepped aside and invited,
“Come in, Qinqin, come in.”
“Thank you, Auntie.”
Tang Qinqin thanked her in a clear, bright voice and stepped into the room.
She sat down on the sofa in the living room and got straight to the point:
“Auntie, is Brother Yu Kai home?”
The middle-aged woman bent down and took a bottle of almond milk from a drink box in the corner of the living room. As she turned and walked toward Tang Qinqin, she said,
“He’s not home. He went out to buy some soy sauce.”
“But he should be back soon.”
“Are you looking for him for something?”
“Not really,” Tang Qinqin scratched her head and said,
“I just wanted to ask him some study-related questions.”
“I see.”
The middle-aged woman nodded and handed the almond milk to Tang Qinqin with a smile:
“Then just wait for him a bit. He’ll be back soon.”
“Okay.”
Tang Qinqin nodded and took the almond milk with both hands, thanking her brightly:
“Thank you, Auntie.”
After handing over the drink, the middle-aged woman didn’t leave. She looked at the young girl she hadn’t seen in a long time, her mind full of things she wanted to say.
She sat down beside Tang Qinqin and asked the question she cared about most:
“Qinqin, is your illness completely cured now?”
Tang Qinqin shook the bottle of almond milk and replied in a clear voice:
“Not yet.”
“But my condition has stabilized a lot.”
“I don’t have to stay in the hospital every day anymore.”
“That’s good.”
The middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief. She looked the girl over, noticing how her figure was starting to stretch out, and teased with a smile:
“You’ve really grown a lot these past few years.”
“I think in a few years, you’ll be as tall as your sister.”
“Mm.”
The middle-aged woman stared at Tang Qinqin’s fair, almost dewy skin and nodded to herself:
“Mm.”
“You’re growing up beautifully.”
“You’ll definitely be even prettier than your sister when you grow up!”
Tang Qinqin laughed, not the least bit modest, her face thick-skinned as she said:
“Hehe.”
“That’s exactly what I think too.”
Their conversation was lively when suddenly the door clicked open. Both of them looked toward the sound. The security door had been unlocked and opened, revealing a handsome young man with a slightly disheveled air standing in the doorway.
“Brother Yu Kai!”
Tang Qinqin called out in a bright voice.
“Qinqin?”
A flicker of surprise shone in Yu Kai’s eyes as he instinctively asked,
“What are you doing here?”

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?!

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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!