Having made up his mind, Lin Yu accepted everyone’s praise without hesitation.
"Brother Long, what move was that you used the other night?"
"So damn cool!"
"You flew so high and kicked that Fire Scorpion Gang guy like five meters away!"
A red-haired gangster, clearly one of those who had witnessed Lin Yu’s skills during the rescue that night, exclaimed excitedly.
Lin Yu looked at the starry-eyed gangster and figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep them on his good side. Who knows? They might come in handy someday when he couldn’t act directly himself.
"Wanna learn?"
"I’ll teach you," Lin Yu asked with a grin.
"Huh?"
"Me?"
The redhead pointed at himself, scratching his head sheepishly.
"Can I even learn that?"
Bullshit!
Of course you fucking can’t!
Lin Yu cursed inwardly.
What are you dreaming about?
Every move he had was honed since childhood, practiced tens of thousands of times over years of relentless effort.
That was why, even after transmigrating into this blond-haired body—only slightly stronger than an average person—he could still pull off those techniques.
Guys like you spend all day drinking, whoring, and gambling.
And you think you can learn this?
Keep dreaming!
Despite the internal rant, Lin Yu kept his smile plastered on.
"What’s there not to learn?"
"I’ll teach you, and soon you’ll all be taking on ten guys at once!"
"That’s amazing!"
"Thanks, Brother Long!"
"Thank you, Brother Long!"
Watching their excitement, Lin Yu’s right eye—peeking out from under his blond hair—crinkled with amusement.
...
"Brother Long, you’re insane!"
"That ‘Soaring Dragon’ move was just like in the movies—you flew so damn high!"
A pink-haired Black Blood Gang member gushed.
"Yeah, yeah!"
"Even cooler than those martial arts masters in films!"
Another gangster in a blue denim jacket chimed in.
Lin Yu waved a hand with exaggerated modesty.
"Ah, it was nothing."
"Just keep practicing the way I showed you, and one day you’ll be just as strong as me!"
"Really, Brother Long?"
"We can actually get that strong?"
The pink-haired gangster’s eyes sparkled with hope.
Of course not, you idiot!
Lin Yu rolled his eyes internally.
Earlier at the gym, Lin Yu had put on a dazzling show, executing flashy moves with effortless grace, leaving the awestruck gangsters slack-jawed. He even explained the techniques in detail—how to perform them, what to watch out for.
But Lin Yu was certain they’d never master them.
Martial arts, at its core, wasn’t much different from academics.
You start by learning the alphabet, then spelling, then basic math—only then can you tackle advanced subjects.
Similarly, martial arts requires foundational training: horse stance, basic strikes, conditioning the body for strength and agility before moving on to forms and techniques.
What Lin Yu had taught them was like handing last year’s college entrance exam to a bunch of grade-schoolers, making them memorize the answers, then declaring:
"Alright, now you’re ready for the big leagues!"
"Tsinghua and Peking University are waiting for you!"
Total nonsense.
Lin Yu wouldn’t have minded training them properly, but these guys didn’t strike him as the type to endure hours of horse stance drills or repetitive punching practice.
Better to give them something fun now and keep everyone happy than to force them through grueling training only to breed resentment.
"Of course!"
"These moves? I don’t teach them to just anyone!"
"Keep at it, and you’ll be as strong as me in no time."
Since he planned to cut ties with them after getting into college anyway, Lin Yu went all out with the hype.
His words sent the gangsters into a frenzy, some already daydreaming about becoming unstoppable martial arts masters.
By noon, back at the bar, the Black Blood Gang members decided to treat Lin Yu to a fancy meal as thanks.
Once they settled on a place, Lin Yu pushed himself up from the glossy wooden table, laughing along with their banter as he turned toward the door.
Mid-rise, his grin froze.
A bizarre sense of déjà vu surged through him—an inexplicable dread that chilled his entire body, sending cold sweat down his back and blanking his mind for a split second.
This overwhelming familiarity wasn’t tied to any single detail—not the setting, the decor, or any familiar face.
It was everything.
Right at this very second, every element fell into place like a perfect jigsaw puzzle, down to the last strand of hair.
The middle-aged drinker in a blue shirt by the door, chugging beer from a massive stein while glued to his phone.
The young couple by the window, bathed in sunlight, smiling wordlessly at each other.
The drunkard in the corner, head pillowed on his arm, snoring peacefully.
Every last detail matched a fragment of Lin Yu’s memory.
Perfectly.
Eerily so.
Two endless seconds later, the blue-shirted man set down his stein, grinning as he typed a reply on his phone.
The couple reached across the table, fingers intertwining.
The drunkard shifted, adjusting his numb arm for a more comfortable position.
In the blink of an eye, everything changed again.
The uncanny familiarity vanished.
Half-standing, Lin Yu’s legs gave out, dropping him back into his chair. As the scene before him lost its surreal edge, a wary alertness rose in his chest.
He knew—barring any surprises—what came next.
The plot.
The plot from that adult comic.
Sure enough, less than thirty seconds later, a woman stormed in, her face dark with anger.
One glance, and Lin Yu recognized her.
Not because of his sharp memory or any deep impression of her...
...Okay, fine, it was deep.
And not just when she wasn’t wearing clothes!
What really tipped him off was the earlier comic-book déjà vu and her voluptuous figure.
That kind of body?
Impossible to miss.
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?!
【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.)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
