“Yeah, what a coincidence. My name is Lin Yu.”
Lin Yu said with a smile.
After greeting Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu turned to the white-haired man whose face had visibly darkened and said:
“Buddy, just because you know her name doesn’t prove anything. Get going, scram wherever you came from.”
The white-haired man didn’t move. His gaze grew increasingly venomous. After glancing around to confirm no one else was nearby, he spoke in a sinister tone:
“I suggest you leave now and mind your own business.”
As he spoke, the white-haired man pulled out a folding knife from his pocket. He pressed the button, and the sharp blade snapped open with a metallic click. The sleek, silver-gray blade gleamed coldly under the streetlight, its threatening intent unmistakable.
Seeing the knife, Xia Muzhu tensed up immediately. No longer keeping a wary distance from Lin Yu, she moved closer, gripping his sleeve tightly, afraid of being abandoned in this situation.
Lin Yu glanced at the folding knife in the white-haired man’s hand, his lips curling into a disdainful smirk. He scoffed mockingly:
“Hah, you’re really showing off something that small?”
“Take a look at mine!”
With a bold shout, Lin Yu lifted the hem of his coat and reached toward his pants.
Xia Muzhu, hiding behind him, was stunned by this unexpected move.
What kind of bizarre twist was this?
What exactly are you about to show him?!
Her face flushed crimson, but fortunately, the scenario she imagined didn’t happen. Lin Yu simply retrieved a black rod clipped to his waist before letting his coat fall back into place.
“Check this out!”
Lin Yu raised the black rod, twirling it skillfully between his fingers like a pen. Then he pressed a switch.
At the top of the rod, four bent wires suddenly emitted a faint purple glow, followed by a crackling buzz. As the light persisted, a faint burnt smell drifted through the air.
“So?”
“Wanna give it a try?”
Lin Yu grinned devilishly, his tone brimming with arrogance.
“Damn!”
“You’ve got such a badass self-defense weapon?!”
“You—just you wait!”
Realizing his knife was no match for the stun baton, the white-haired man spat out a hollow threat before scurrying away in defeat.
Only after he was gone did Xia Muzhu finally exhale in relief. She turned to Lin Yu gratefully:
“Thank you so much. If it weren’t for you tonight, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
“No big deal!”
Lin Yu waved his hand grandly, exuding the demeanor of a chivalrous hero.
“But girls should really be careful walking alone at night. Avoid deserted paths like this—stick to main roads where there are more people. Bad guys won’t dare act there.”
He added this reminder.
Xia Muzhu nodded earnestly, still shaken.
“You’re right. I’ll definitely be more careful from now on. That was way too dangerous.”
“Just being careful isn’t enough.”
Lin Yu shook his head, his expression serious.
“The world is full of surprises. Besides staying alert, you should also have some means of defense, so you can protect yourself when the unexpected happens.”
As he spoke, he waved the stun baton in front of Xia Muzhu’s eyes.
“See? I carry this everywhere, and it just came in handy, didn’t it?”
“And honestly, stun batons are perfect for women.”
Lin Yu cradled the device in both hands, enthusiastically listing its advantages.
“It’s lightweight and compact—fits in a bag without taking up space.”
“Packs a punch too. One touch, and the bad guy’s down in seconds.”
“It’s also safe. Unlike knives, there’s no risk of accidentally hurting yourself while using it.”
“Best of all? It’s super easy to use!”
He pressed the rubberized button at the base, and the baton crackled to life. When he released it, the current vanished instantly.
“See? Using it is as simple as flipping a light switch.”
“Truly the ultimate choice for innocent young ladies and mature women alike to protect themselves!”
Lin Yu spoke with infectious enthusiasm, like the world’s greatest salesman pitching his star product.
“Mhm!”
Xia Muzhu nodded eagerly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling. Clearly, she was already won over by Lin Yu’s silver tongue.
“So?”
“Want one, beautiful?”
Lin Yu grinned, offering the stun baton to her.
“Yes!”
Xia Muzhu’s face lit up with excitement. Instinctively, she opened her bag to dig for cash, but after a few seconds, she suddenly remembered she’d left in a hurry and hadn’t brought her wallet. All she had inside were a few loose bills—probably not enough to buy the baton.
Embarrassed by her empty pockets, she looked up awkwardly and asked:
“How much is it?”
“Free. It’s yours.”
Lin Yu flashed a carefree smile and slipped the baton into her open bag. After tucking it in, he couldn’t resist adding:
“Look, perfect fit—like it was made for this.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
