"..."
"Um..."
"I..."
Lin Yu was momentarily stumped by Xia Yueshan's question and didn’t know how to respond.
When it came to Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu didn’t want to get too involved with her.
There were many reasons for this.
The most critical ones boiled down to three points.
First, Lin Yu felt that he and Xia Muzhu weren’t really compatible—mainly due to two issues: their age difference and their life plans for the near future.
If it were just about finding a girlfriend for fun, casually dating, then it wouldn’t matter.
But if it were about finding someone to spend the rest of his life with, the five-year age gap between him and Xia Muzhu was indeed a minor but not insignificant problem.
Though, to be fair, five years wasn’t completely unacceptable.
The bigger issue was the next four years.
Lin Yu was definitely going to college soon.
There was no way Xia Muzhu would leave behind Xia Yueshan’s schooling here, their home, or their social connections just to follow him to whatever city his university was in, right?
And that would lead to the next problem: a long-distance relationship.
Lin Yu really didn’t want to deal with that.
It was too unstable.
Long-distance relationships were both a grueling test and a form of torture for both parties.
If two people were already in love, they could tough it out.
But if nothing had even started between them yet?
There was no reason to willingly subject themselves to that misery.
Second point.
When they last parted ways, Lin Yu wasn’t blind—he could tell how Xia Muzhu felt about him.
So unless he was serious about dating her, marrying her, and starting a family, it was better to cut ties cleanly and stop bothering her.
As for the third point...
Lin Yu exhaled softly, watching his breath turn into a wisp of white mist before dissolving into the cold air. His mood grew heavier.
When it came to Xia Muzhu...
He was genuinely afraid.
The sheer devastation he’d felt after learning the truth last time still haunted him, leaving an indelible shadow in his heart.
Even now, just hearing Xia Muzhu’s name made his chest tighten with an oppressive weight.
With all three of these obstacles in the way, Lin Yu felt that whatever fondness he had for Xia Muzhu just wasn’t enough to outweigh them.
Turning to Xia Yueshan beside him, Lin Yu patted his shoulder and said helplessly,
"Yueshan, it’s better if I keep my distance from your sister."
"It’s the best choice for both of us."
"Why?"
Xia Yueshan furrowed his thick, faint brows in confusion.
"Didn’t the danger you predicted already pass?"
"Why are you still avoiding her?"
"I—"
Before Lin Yu could even come up with an excuse, Xia Yueshan cut him off.
"Don’t tell me you’re gonna claim that seeing my sister will put her in danger again."
"Give me a break."
"Your predictions aren’t even accurate."
"Instead of making up nonsense, why not just visit her more often and make her happy?"
???
Lin Yu’s mind went blank for a second.
Had he just trapped himself with his own excuse?
Did that mean he couldn’t use this all-purpose justification anymore?
Ignoring Lin Yu’s bewildered expression, Xia Yueshan sighed dramatically, shaking his head in mock regret.
"You’re really lucky, you know. This kind of ‘first dibs’ opportunity—most guys would kill for it."
Then, leaning closer, he nudged Lin Yu and said with a suggestive smirk,
"Here’s a little secret: my sister has never been in a relationship, as far back as I can remember."
"You know what that means, right?"
"That prized cabbage of hers has never been nibbled by any pig!"
"Don’t let this chance slip away!"

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.”

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!

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!"

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?!