Consciousness gradually returned, and when Lin Yu realized what he was doing, half the blood in his body ran cold. His body stiffened in panic as he stopped moving, staring blankly at Xia Muzhu beneath him—her face flushed but lips slightly pale.
Skin against skin, bodies intertwined.
Xia Muzhu quickly noticed Lin Yu’s strange behavior. Seeing his horrified expression, her own face paled, then her entire body began trembling. Two clear tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
The usually silent and enduring Xia Muzhu suddenly turned forceful. She pushed Lin Yu off her, as if even that wasn’t enough to express her anger. As she shoved him away, she choked out a low, furious curse:
"Get off!"
Still dazed, Lin Yu instinctively pulled back and sat on the bed, utterly at a loss.
Then, his eyes landed on the scattered crimson stains on the warm yellow bedsheet.
Those drops of blood hit him like a sledgehammer, smashing his already muddled mind into complete blankness, nearly short-circuiting it.
Xia Muzhu wrapped herself tightly in the soft blanket, curling up with her back to Lin Yu, as if deeply wounded by his reaction.
The red stains on the sheets reflected in Lin Yu’s pitch-black pupils. He instinctively glanced down at the "culprit," confirming this was indeed the result of his own actions.
His heart grew even more chaotic. He looked up at Xia Muzhu, curled up under the blanket, and opened his mouth—but no sound escaped.
What the hell…
What the hell just happened?
How did things end up like this?
Click.
A crisp sound came from the living room, piercing the quiet bedroom.
Both of them recognized it—the sound of the door unlocking.
And there was only one person who could freely open that door.
Xia Yueshan was back.
At the sound of the turning lock, Xia Muzhu froze in fear, while Lin Yu broke out in a cold sweat.
This was it.
If Xia Yueshan found out he’d done this to her older sister, that tiger of a woman would stab him to death without hesitation.
To make matters worse, Xia Muzhu’s bedroom door wasn’t closed—it was wide open.
From this angle, if Xia Yueshan stepped inside and glanced even slightly to the side, she’d have a full, unobstructed view of the bed.
The door swung open, and Xia Yueshan walked in, expression neutral.
Acting purely on instinct, Lin Yu grabbed a corner of the blanket to cover himself.
As expected.
The moment Xia Yueshan entered, she only had to turn her head slightly before her eyes landed on the two of them.
First came shock—she clearly hadn’t prepared for this scenario in the slightest.
But then, seeing them sharing the same blanket, realization dawned. A delighted grin spread across her face—her sister and Lin Yu had finally taken that step!
Yet before her joy could settle, Xia Yueshan’s sharp eyes caught the tension between them. Her smile stiffened.
Frowning, she couldn’t understand why the atmosphere was so awkward and distant. They looked nothing like a couple who’d just been intimate.
Xia Yueshan frowned.
Xia Yueshan pondered.
Xia Yueshan seemed to think of something.
Xia Yueshan dismissed the idea—no way, she’d thrown that thing in the trash ages ago!
Standing in the doorway, she scrutinized the two on the bed, trying to figure out what was going on.
Lin Yu sat bare-assed on the bed, only a scrap of blanket covering his dignity. It was the first time he’d ever acted so meek in front of Xia Yueshan, guilty as a criminal facing the police.
Xia Muzhu remained curled under the blanket, her thoughts far more tangled than Lin Yu’s.
Her own strange behavior today, Lin Yu’s odd reactions, and what Xia Yueshan had said the night before last…
She didn’t want to believe her little brother could do something so despicable, but she couldn’t find any other explanation.
When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains—no matter how unbelievable—must be the truth.
"Xia Yueshan."
"Close the door."
"Then wait for me in your room."
This was the first time Xia Muzhu had ever addressed her brother by his full name. The ice in her voice even made Lin Yu flinch.
Xia Yueshan’s neck stiffened. Though he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong, an uneasy feeling crept over him.
After shutting the door, he grew more and more unsettled. Just in case, he turned and headed for the kitchen…
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With the door closed, only Lin Yu and Xia Muzhu remained in the bedroom.
Still wrapped tightly in the blanket, Xia Muzhu turned her head and glared at Lin Yu.
"Turn around!"
"Oh—right."
Lin Yu obediently faced the window, careful to keep himself covered with the blanket.
His clumsy earnestness almost made Xia Muzhu laugh, but before her lips could twitch, the reality of the situation dragged her back down. Her eyes dimmed, heart heavy with grief.
Especially when she thought of that absurd possibility—it felt like her soul was sinking into an abyss.
She threw off the blanket, standing naked as she gathered her clothes from the floor and dressed.
Distraught, she didn’t notice the shameless pervert watching her reflection in the mirror—nor the fact that he was already reacting again, discreetly adjusting himself under the blanket.
Once dressed, Xia Muzhu left the room with slow, unsteady steps.
Finally alone, Lin Yu let out a long breath.
Too overwhelmed to think straight, he scrambled out of bed and pulled on his clothes.
Dressed, he sat on the edge of the bed, desperately trying to recall the day’s events—anything to explain this insanity.
But his mind felt like wood. Even remembering basic details was a struggle.
He sat there, less thinking and more just… blankly staring.
After a long silence, something occurred to him. He turned, gaze falling on the orange-yellow blanket. His breathing slowed.
Hand trembling, he reached out, gripped the blanket, and slowly pulled it back.
Just as he’d feared.
The bloodstains glared up at him, impossible to ignore.
"Damn it…"
Lin Yu exhaled like a deflated balloon, his entire posture collapsing as if that sigh had drained the last of his spirit.
Click.
The door opened again. Lin Yu reflexively yanked the blanket back into place.
Looking up, he realized it wasn’t Xia Muzhu—it was Xia Yueshan.
Xia Yueshan’s eyes were red. He gave Lin Yu a long, heavy look before lowering his head and speaking quietly.
"Leave."
"My sister says today was an accident."
"Just forget it happened."
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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?!
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...
