"Hey."
Li Yuan waved his hand dismissively.
"We're family—no need for thanks."
"The keys are on the bike. Xiao Long, take it for a spin!"
"From now on, this motorcycle is yours!"
Li Yuan declared with a generous air.
"Thanks, Uncle!"
Lin Yu couldn’t wait to hop onto the bike. With a twist of the throttle, the engine roared to life, sending a thrilling rush through his veins.
Riding out from the back door of the mahjong parlor, Lin Yu’s first stop was a motorcycle gear shop to buy a sleek helmet worthy of his new ride.
The helmet served two purposes: safety, and ensuring he wouldn’t accidentally run into the second female lead, Xia Muzhu.
After all, his current persona in front of her was that of an orphaned, impoverished boy.
If she caught him on this high-end motorcycle worth over ten grand, how would he explain it?
Wouldn’t their friendship be doomed the moment she realized he’d been lying?
Cruising through the streets on his flashy bike, Lin Yu kept his speed moderate, weaving through alleys and boulevards.
He knew how to speed—he just didn’t enjoy it anymore.
Before his transmigration, Lin Yu had often hung out with the Yibang gangsters who’d trained at his martial arts school. Back then, he’d loved the adrenaline of darting through traffic at breakneck speeds.
But after witnessing a senior brother’s fatal accident—where both bike and rider were torn to pieces—Lin Yu had sworn off reckless riding. These days, he never pushed past 60 mph.
Bathed in the golden glow of dusk, Lin Yu wandered aimlessly across the sprawling city. His first detour took him past Tang’s mother’s street stall, where he noticed only the older woman working the grill today.
Tang Manman was nowhere in sight, and neither was that timid, delicate-looking boy who usually hung around.
After a brief pause to observe from his bike, Lin Yu rode off again.
His next stop was the neighborhood where Xia Muzhu lived. He circled the area several times, memorizing every corner before finally deciding to leave.
Later, he planned to hit the coastal highway—a stretch of road with little traffic, perfect for cutting loose. There, he’d let himself go, pushing the speedometer past 70 mph at the very least.
But just minutes after leaving Xia Muzhu’s district, Lin Yu spotted a commotion deep in a narrow alley. His eyes lit up.
Now this was entertainment.
He steered his bike closer, about to park when he recognized the figures in the heated scuffle.
Well, well.
All familiar faces!
Watching Brother Mao—the self-proclaimed leader with his purple hair—and the purple-haired bully Gu Yue go at each other’s throats made Lin Yu even more amused.
A classic case of dogs eating dogs.
What a show!
Ducking behind a corner, Lin Yu removed his helmet, and their shouts drifted clearly to his ears.
"Gu Yue, when the hell are you going to deliver Tang Manman to me?"
Brother Mao, the expelled delinquent with violet locks, snarled furiously, his face twisted in rage. He looked ready to devour the cowering girl in front of him.
"B-Brother Mao, I really can’t do it..."
"If Brother Long finds out, he’ll kill me!"
Gu Yue, the purple-haired troublemaker, trembled like a frightened quail, her back pressed against the wall. Her heavily made-up face was streaked with fear and distress, the left side slightly swollen—proof that their "discussion" had already turned physical before Lin Yu arrived.
"Brother Long?"
"He's Brother Long!"
"Gu Yue, I fucking warn you!"
"It's because of a bitch like you that I got expelled from school. You fucking owe me—get Tang Manman out here. This is what you owe me!"
The purple-haired delinquent hurled insults without restraint, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the one to blame for everything. The consequences he faced were nothing less than what he deserved.
"Brother Mao, I really can't."
"If Brother Long finds out, he'll kill me."
"Are... are you not afraid Brother Long will come after you for this?"
"His uncle is..."
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.”
