The morning study session passed by quickly.
Finally, it was Lin Yu's favorite time of the day.
Meal time!
After getting his food from the cafeteria window, Lin Yu happily found an empty seat and dug in.
As he ate, he suddenly felt an odd sensation—as if someone was watching him.
Curious, Lin Yu looked around but didn’t spot anyone staring in his direction.
Was it just his imagination?
He smacked his lips.
Whatever.
Back to eating!
After finishing his meal, Lin Yu followed his usual routine and headed to the school store to buy a sweet drink to wash it all down.
On the way, that eerie feeling of being watched crept up on him again.
Instinctively, he turned around, only to see a sea of students behind him—no way to tell who might be eyeing him.
Scratching his bandaged head, Lin Yu decided not to dwell on it.
Time for that sweet drink!
Leaving the store, Lin Yu made his way toward the classroom building.
Between the store and the building lay a bike shed area, packed with students' bicycles for their daily commutes.
But this bike shed wasn’t just for parking—it was also a notorious hotspot for bullying.
Lately, the bullying there had gotten especially bad.
The root cause? Tang Manman.
Or, more accurately, the purple-haired troublemaker Gu Yue.
After a highly publicized bullying incident, the school administration had cracked down hard on discipline.
That morning’s homework check was part of it.
Rumor had it the school planned to call in the parents of students who didn’t do their homework, forcing them to stand in the hallway with their kids until the assignments were finished.
But with so many slackers, the hallways would’ve been overcrowded—let alone finding space for their parents.
So, the plan was scrapped.
The homework crackdown was just a side note, though.
The school’s real focus was stamping out bullying.
They’d reportedly gone all out, installing surveillance cameras in every corner of the campus, with staff monitoring the feeds 24/7.
One strike, and you’re expelled.
That left the bike shed—a blind spot for cameras—as the perfect place for bullies to operate.
Lin Yu glanced at the countless bullying scenes unfolding in the shed but had neither the time nor the desire to intervene.
Truth be told, most bullying cases weren’t as straightforward as they seemed.
For example, if Student A was bullied by Student B, then Student A called in their older brother or friends for payback—was that still bullying?
At that point, it was more like revenge.
If you stepped in to help the outnumbered Student B, weren’t you just aiding in bullying Student A?
Or what if Student A provoked Student B with insults until Student B snapped and fought back?
That changed the narrative entirely.
Bottom line: meddling without knowing the full story was risky.
You could end up helping the wrong side or dragging yourself into unnecessary trouble.
Taking a swig of his sweet drink, Lin Yu strolled leisurely toward the classroom building.
Along the way, he frowned—that unsettling feeling of being watched returned.
Without breaking stride, he suddenly spun around to look.
Again, he couldn’t spot whoever was hiding in the crowd, but he did notice someone else.
The timid giant!
That guy who looked just like Niu Dafei.
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.
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
