After standing there for a moment, Lin Yu decided he should probably laugh it off.
Given the current personality of the third female lead, as long as he didn’t provoke her, the chances of her bothering him were practically zero!
So what if she cursed at him once?
Lin Yu muttered under his breath.
Honestly, with the way he looked right now, anyone who saw him would call him an idiot.
Even he wanted to curse at his own ridiculous hairstyle whenever he looked in the mirror!
In a way, he and the third female lead were kindred spirits.
Lin Yu exhaled softly and happily headed toward the mahjong parlor, his head still wrapped in bandages.
Got cursed at by the third female lead on their first meeting~
How delightful~
Taking his time, Lin Yu deliberately dragged his feet and didn’t arrive at the mahjong parlor until 1 PM. By then, the Black Blood Gang members had already dispersed.
Lin Yu went to the inner room to look for Li Yuan and ask why he’d been summoned.
The moment he stepped inside and saw Li Yuan, Lin Yu silently gulped.
Turns out, he’d been wrong about the Fire Scorpion Gang all along.
Those bastards really went all out!
Li Yuan appeared in a wheelchair, his left leg encased in a thick cast, his head and neck wrapped in layer after layer of bandages. A few more wraps, and he could’ve passed for a mummy in a foreign horror movie.
"Xiao Long, you’re here?"
Li Yuan, uncharacteristically cheerful, greeted Lin Yu with a smile.
"Yeah, I’m here," Lin Yu replied, then asked, "Uncle, what did you need me for?"
Li Yuan nodded, his face beaming.
"Of course! Come with me, Xiao Long. Your uncle’s got a surprise for you!"
With that, Hei Hu, standing behind him, pushed the wheelchair forward.
Puzzled, Lin Yu followed, curiosity gnawing at him.
A surprise?
What kind of surprise?
What could this stingy old man possibly have for me?
They made their way to the mahjong parlor’s backyard, where Lin Yu spotted a large object completely covered by a red cloth in the center.
Though the cloth concealed whatever was beneath, the shape it outlined made it obvious—it was a motorcycle.
"Go on, Xiao Long," Li Yuan said, tilting his chin toward the red cloth, his smile unwavering.
"Take a look at what’s under there."
Lin Yu feigned excitement and nodded, but internally, he rolled his eyes.
What else could it be? Even a blind man could tell it was a motorcycle.
What a pointless show!
Turning his back to the two men, Lin Yu approached the red cloth with little enthusiasm.
Deep down, he doubted the motorcycle underneath would be anything special. It probably wasn’t even new.
Most likely a secondhand refurb or some cheap, low-end model worth a couple thousand at most.
Given Li Yuan’s notorious penny-pinching attitude toward him, Lin Yu couldn’t imagine the man suddenly having a change of heart.
With that mindset, Lin Yu reached out, grabbed the cloth, and yanked it off with disinterest.
The next second, his dull eyes widened, bursting with astonishment.
Holy shit!
This thing is badass!
The motorcycle beneath the cloth far exceeded Lin Yu’s expectations.
Its body was painted in a sleek blue-and-white scheme, with a streamlined, aerodynamic design that put every other local bike to shame.
Its futuristic styling could easily rival top-tier racing motorcycles.
This was the dream machine for any motorcycle enthusiast.
As Lin Yu ran his hands over the bike’s sleek frame, Hei Hu, standing behind Li Yuan’s wheelchair, chuckled.
"Xiao Long, this bike was specially ordered by Boss Li from an out-of-province dealer at a hefty price. It’s the only one in all of D City."
"You’d better thank him properly."
"Thanks, Uncle!" Lin Yu said sweetly, barely moving his lips.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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?!
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!
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.”
