"Lin Yu, you better be careful."
"This time you might have really kicked a hornet's nest."
Lang Hua reminded him with concern.
Beating up someone who's wealthy, influential, and morally questionable like Zeng Qiang almost guaranteed retaliation.
"No big deal."
Lin Yu shook his head, his tone dismissive, though his expression remained tense—his furrowed brows so tight they could crush a passing fly.
Lang Hua mistook Lin Yu's demeanor for fear masked by bravado.
Little did he know Lin Yu was just disgusted by Zeng Qiang's existence.
A pure-hearted forum moderator running into a vile homewrecker—
Talk about a clash of good versus evil!
"Lin Yu, do you know anyone in the student council?"
"If you do, maybe they could mediate. Apologize to Zeng Qiang, and you might settle things peacefully."
Lang Hua, being a decent guy, thought it over and offered a solution.
"Me?"
Lin Yu pointed at himself, his voice rising involuntarily.
"Apologize to him?"
Lang Hua nodded, speaking earnestly:
"You should really try to make peace with him."
"Otherwise..."
"I doubt he’ll let this slide."
"We’re both outsiders here—no point picking fights with locals."
"In the end, we’ll be the ones suffering."
Lin Yu shook his head, refusing the well-meant advice.
What a joke!
That damn homewrecker—Lin Yu hadn’t even gone after him yet!
And now he’s supposed to apologize?
Not stringing him up on a lamppost as a makeshift scarecrow was already a sign of Lin Yu’s improved temper!
"It’s fine."
Lin Yu waved it off like it was nothing.
Lang Hua frowned, eyeing Lin Yu skeptically before cautiously asking:
"Dare I ask, Brother Lin Yu, what’s your family background? Who are your parents?"
From their interactions so far, Lang Hua had pegged Lin Yu as an ordinary guy who just happened to look a bit shady.
After all, his cheap street-market clothes hardly screamed wealth.
But Lin Yu’s unshaken calm made Lang Hua second-guess.
Was he just stubbornly saving face?
Or was he some rich or politically connected heir slumming it for fun?
"A bit worse off than the average family," Lin Yu mused.
With his parents gone and only about 500,000 yuan to his name, his situation was objectively worse than many ordinary households.
Sure, most families might not have half a million in cash, but their combined assets—cars, property—easily surpassed that.
"Holy shit!"
The unexpected answer made Lang Hua blurt out in surprise.
"Then what’ll you do if Zeng Qiang comes after you?"
"Beat him up again," Lin Yu said flatly, standing up.
Lang Hua stared at him, speechless for a long moment before finally muttering:
"Dude, I’m not joking here."
Lin Yu’s faint smile faded as he met Lang Hua’s gaze seriously.
"Neither am I."
After lingering in the dorm a while longer, Lin Yu headed downstairs for dinner.
Riding the elevator, his mood soured further.
Logically, the story Lang Hua told had nothing to do with him—yet it still grated on him.
He wasn’t the type to self-insert into misery, but faced with such a blatant case of homewrecking, he couldn’t help feeling agitated.
Damn it!
Why couldn’t heaven just strike that guy down with lightning?
Stop picking on me all the time!
The elevator reached the first floor. Lin Yu stormed out, leaving the dorm building.
He hadn’t gone far when a citrusy fragrance wafted over. Turning, he saw a round-faced, adorable girl.
Her eyes were slightly red, as if she’d been crying. She scrutinized Lin Yu anxiously, her soft voice trembling:
"I heard Zeng Qiang came after you."
"Did he... do anything to you?"
The faint sense of familiarity, paired with Zeng Qiang’s name, jogged Lin Yu’s memory.
Luo Xiaoxiao—the girl who’d struck up a conversation with him in the cafeteria.
There’d been another girl with her too, a sporty, cool type.
What was her name again?
Honestly, Lin Yu couldn’t be blamed for forgetting.
In less than a month since the semester started, over a dozen pretty girls had randomly approached him.
For a second, he’d wondered if this world’s setting had changed—
Like he was some kind of "primordial cultivation furnace," where sleeping with him could boost a girl’s power, extend her lifespan, or preserve her youth.
Otherwise, why would so many beauties keep accosting him out of nowhere?
It made no sense!
Mentally grumbling, Lin Yu shook his head. "I’m fine," he said, instinctively stepping away.
But after half a step, he paused and turned back.
Luo Xiaoxiao’s eyes were still watery, her expression guilt-ridden.
Lin Yu asked: "That Zeng Qiang guy’s chasing you?"
She wiped a stray tear and nodded. "Mhm."
"How long’s he been after you?"
"Mind telling me?"
In Lin Yu’s mind, a wicked little idea sprouted, its dark green tendrils just peeking through the soil.
Luo Xiaoxiao nodded again, speaking slowly:
"He started pursuing me last autumn."
"During the university basketball tournament..."
"I was a new cheerleader, cheering for the teams. Zeng Qiang played for the red team."
"I think that’s when he took a liking to me."
"After the match, he came over to flirt and ask me out."
"But I turned him down!"
Her words sped up slightly here, as if eager to clarify something.
With a faint blush, she stole a glance at Lin Yu before lowering her head shyly.
"I don’t like guys like him."
Lin Yu completely missed her delicate, heart-fluttering expressions.
Frowning, he was lost in thought, weighing something else entirely.
After a long pause, his brows still knit, seemingly undecided.
Glancing around, he figured standing there brooding wasn’t helping.
He turned back to Luo Xiaoxiao.
"Had dinner yet?"
The question caught her off guard—as if she hadn’t expected Lin Yu, who usually brushed her off, to ask.
Recovering, her face lit up with joy.
"No!"
"Want to grab a meal together?" Lin Yu offered.
"Yes!"
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!
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.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
