"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..."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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