Tao Yaoyao quickly understood at that moment.
These people had definitely let her go on purpose.
As for the reason.
Tao Yaoyao could faintly guess it.
It was probably because she had previously persuaded Brother Wang not to touch those two people.
That was why Qing Mo's thugs were willing to let her off the hook.
Furthermore.
Tao Yaoyao felt that Qing Mo intentionally letting these people take Xu Mingyao away right in front of her eyes while leaving her behind must have another layer of meaning.
Perhaps she was giving her a chance.
A chance to save Xu Mingyao.
As for that chance.
It was right in front of her!
Tao Yaoyao knew very well that in H City, Qing Mo wouldn't even need a single hand to cover the sky.
So the only way left to save her was the one right in front of her!
"Lin Yu!"
Tao Yaoyao finally caught up behind Lin Yu. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, but before she could even catch her breath, the sleeve was mercilessly pulled away from her grasp.
Tao Yaoyao knew Lin Yu was angry, and his attitude was within her expectations.
She didn't even dare to freeze. She quickly ran in front of Lin Yu, spreading her arms to block his path.
Seeing Lin Yu's dark face, before he could start cursing, Tao Yaoyao spoke rapidly:
"I was the one who saved Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman!"
Lin Yu's mouth opened slightly. The curses that were already on the tip of his tongue were forcefully swallowed back down.
"What did you say?"
Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and questioned coldly.
Seeing that Lin Yu was finally willing to communicate with her, Tao Yaoyao hurriedly took a couple of breaths, swallowed hard, and continued:
"The people Xu Mingyao sent to capture Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman... I secretly stopped them and told them not to lay a hand on those two."
Hearing Tao Yaoyao's explanation, Lin Yu's face visibly darkened even further.
This wasn't because he thought Tao Yaoyao was lying.
On the contrary, Lin Yu felt that what Tao Yaoyao said was very likely true.
In fact, this had always been something that didn't make sense.
Lin Yu hadn't had the time to think about it before, but now, recalling it, he realized there was indeed a huge issue.
Those thugs sent by Xu Mingyao were even able to bypass the informants planted by Qing Mo and capture him without anyone noticing.
How could those people possibly fail to capture two ordinary women like Tang Manman and Xia Muzhu?
The only explanation was that they didn't want to capture them.
And this possibility perfectly matched the words of the woman in front of him.
The reason Lin Yu's expression turned ugly.
Was that he realized he had, without knowing it, owed Tao Yaoyao a favor larger than the sky.
If it hadn't been for her, Lin Yu didn't even dare to imagine what would have happened that night.
But forgive Xu Mingyao?
Heh!
Stop joking!
A flash of ruthlessness crossed the depths of Lin Yu's eyes.
Lin Yu didn't actually care much about the severe beating he took that night.
Whether before his transmigration or after crossing over to this world, Lin Yu had suffered quite a few beatings.
One more didn't make a difference, one less wouldn't matter.
But daring to threaten him with that kind of method, and having already put it into action, there was absolutely no way Lin Yu could let her off!
Damn it!
Every time he thought of that incident, Lin Yu was furious to the core.
Although I might no longer be worthy of the holy title of the Pure Love Forum's moderator.
But no matter what, I'm someone who has hung out in the Pure Love Forum for so many years.
Daring to pull a cuckold stunt on my head, and doing it right in front of my face.
If I don't kill you, it will be hard to relieve the hatred in my heart!
And besides that point, the events of that night also made Lin Yu mad with hatred.
If it wasn't for that bastard, why would he have been pushed to the edge of a cliff, even briefly considering ending it all with death?
Damn it!
I can't let her go, no matter what, I can't let her go!
Just as Lin Yu's thoughts gradually firmed up, there was a thud in front of him.
A light breeze blew over. Lin Yu focused his gaze and saw that Tao Yaoyao had fallen to her knees in the snow.
"Lin Yu."
Tao Yaoyao raised her delicate, somewhat scholarly face, her reddened eye rims tinged with moisture.
As if afraid that doing this wasn't sincere enough, she remained kneeling and shuffled forward on her knees toward the tips of Lin Yu's shoes.
She only stopped when she was less than half a meter away from Lin Yu, and with a soft, choking voice, she pleaded humbly:
"Lin Yu."
"I'm begging you."
"Please let her go this time."
"She won't do it again, and she doesn't have the ability to do it again."
"She will never pose a threat to you again."
"The Xu family is finished. From now on, she will be someone worse off than even an ordinary person."
"Can you please spare her?"
"Her life has suddenly fallen from the clouds into the dust."
"With her personality, she will live in constant pain."
"Just spare her life."
"Please?"
"I'm begging you."
"Lin Yu."
"I'm begging you..."
As Tao Yaoyao spoke, tears shimmered in the depths of her eyes.
She blinked her beautiful peach blossom eyes lightly, and a teardrop could no longer be held back, sliding down from the corner of her wet, red eye.
Lin Yu quietly looked at her humble, weeping appearance.
To say his heart didn't soften would be impossible.
Not to mention he still owed her such a massive favor.
But letting Xu Mingyao go.
It still came down to one answer.
Impossible!
The wind howled past, and Lin Yu spoke softly.
"You did me such a huge favor, and I'm very grateful to you."
"If there's anywhere you need help in the future, you can ask me without hesitation."
"Of course."
"Except for this matter."
After saying that, Lin Yu didn't linger. He took a step forward, lifting his foot to walk past Tao Yaoyao.
"Lin Yu!"
Tao Yaoyao cried out, reaching out to grab the hem of Lin Yu's clothes, unwilling to let him leave.
She knew deeply at this moment.
What she was clutching in her hand wasn't the hem of Lin Yu's clothes, but Xu Mingyao's little life!
Lin Yu seemed completely determined, walking away mercilessly. With a gentle tug, he easily broke free from her hands that were frozen red by the cold wind.
This time, Lin Yu chose to quicken his pace, afraid she would cling to him again.
But Tao Yaoyao still caught up.
She blocked Lin Yu's path once more, not even having the time to brush the snow off her straight-leg knit pants.
This time, her attitude was much tougher.
She swept away her previous frailty, her reddened eyes glaring stubbornly and obstinately at Lin Yu.
Looking at her, it seemed she was ready for a life-and-death struggle.
Lin Yu was somewhat curious about what gave her this courage.
Was it the fruit knife in her hand reflecting the color of the snow?
Lin Yu couldn't help but want to laugh a little.
Even if she were holding a gun right now, it wouldn't change his mind!
But the next moment, Lin Yu truly panicked a bit.
He saw her raise the fruit knife in her hand without hesitation, pressing the sharp blade against her own soft, snow-white neck.
"Lin Yu."
"If you insist on killing her."
"Then I will die right in front of you!"

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?!

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!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!