"Holy shit!"
"He actually held out?"
Lin Yu stared at the message Xue Hu had sent him, struggling to process it. He’d been certain the Black Blood Gang was done for—no way they could’ve survived. Yet somehow, they’d managed to stabilize their position. That old fox Li Yuan had kept a trump card hidden until now?
Damn, he really knew how to play the long game.
After silently reminding himself not to underestimate anyone, Lin Yu tapped out a reply to Xue Hu.
Long Aotian: "Bro Xue Hu, can you do me a favor?"
Xue Hu: "What favor?"
Long Aotian: "Remember that guy I asked you to deal with before? He’s still causing trouble. This time, I want him put down for good—or at least in a way that makes it impossible for him to stir shit up again."
Xue Hu: "?"
Xue Hu: "He’s already in that state and it’s still not enough?"
Long Aotian: "..."
Long Aotian: "Not really. The guy’s got the survival instincts of a cockroach."
Xue Hu: "..."
Xue Hu: "Right now, the gang’s survival is hanging by a thread. I can’t make calls like this. Hold on, let me check with Brother Yuan."
"Great."
Lin Yu smacked his forehead in frustration. If Li Yuan got involved, there was a 99.9% chance this would go nowhere. That guy wouldn’t lift a finger to help unless pigs could fly.
Ding.
The message alert sounded. Lin Yu glanced down, expecting nothing.
Xue Hu: "OK."
???
Lin Yu barely registered the question marks exploding in his mind before he whipped his head toward the window, scanning the barren tree hollows in the schoolyard. His gaze swept further out, searching the distant treeline.
Not a single flying pig in sight.
He turned back to the message, stunned.
No way.
Did Xue Hu mean to type "NO" but messed up because of his poor literacy?
Lin Yu considered it, then dismissed the idea. But then again, the thought of Li Yuan actually agreeing to help was even more absurd.
Just to be sure, he fired off another message.
Long Aotian: "So… Uncle Li agreed?"
Xue Hu: "Brother Yuan didn’t respond. The new third-in-command said he’d handle it for you."
Xue Hu: "Said you did him a solid once, so he’ll take care of it."
???
New third-in-command?
Did him a favor?
Lin Yu frowned, turning the possibilities over in his head until a name surfaced.
Zhao She?
If anyone owed him, it’d be Zhao She.
Yeah.
Had to be him.
No one else fit.
No way the Black Blood Gang’s third-in-command was Tang Manman or Xia Muzhu.
Xia Yueshan? Even less likely.
Zhao Dahu?
Pfft.
Xia Yueshan had better odds of becoming third-in-command than that guy.
Zhao She was something else.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire him—not just for climbing the ranks so fast, but for pulling the nearly collapsed Black Blood Gang back together.
He’d given them a fighting chance.
After replying to Xue Hu with a simple acknowledgment, Lin Yu pocketed his phone, his mood complicated.
Who’d have thought his last resort would somehow align with his first choice?
Come to think of it…
That night, Zhao She had asked him about his relationship with Li Yuan, the gang’s leader. Lin Yu had said it wasn’t good.
Zhao She had rubbed his hands together, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
Lin Yu had assumed it was some personal grudge against Li Yuan. But instead, Zhao She had turned around and become the man’s right-hand man.
So why had he been so happy to hear Lin Yu and Li Yuan didn’t get along?
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.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
