After carefully dressing up, Lin Yu once again came to a clear realization about himself.
He wasn't ugly, but he wasn't exactly handsome either.
If he had to use one word to describe himself.
That word would be "bad."
Not "bad" as in ugly.
But "bad" as in a bad boy.
The kind who, at first glance, definitely didn't look like an obedient, well-behaved kid who studied hard at school.
Before dressing up, Lin Yu felt like he looked like a street thug.
After being meticulously styled, he felt like he looked like a regular at bars and nightclubs.
Moreover, this roguish face of his probably had a terrifyingly strong appeal to young girls looking for a thrill in clubs.
Yeah.
His previous assessment was spot on.
It was just as he had said before.
No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look like a good guy!
Like an emperor quietly waiting for his concubine to be dressed by the maids.
Upon learning that Lin Yu was now washed clean and smelling nice, Qing Mo dismissed the "maids" and walked in.
To be honest, Qing Mo had been quite worried that Lin Yu would be dressed too formally.
She had been looking at impeccably dressed people since the day she was born, and she was getting sick of it.
If Lin Yu turned out like that too, it wasn't that she would dislike it, but she would definitely feel like something was missing.
However, upon seeing the fully styled Lin Yu, not only were Qing Mo's minor worries completely swept away.
She even raised her cold brows in amazement, her face lighting up with joy.
This, this is exactly what I wanted!
Although Qing Mo usually looked cold and indifferent, as if she had no interest in anything, she wasn't someone who could hide her emotions well.
Because generally speaking, she truly didn't care for anything.
But when her emotions genuinely started to fluctuate, if you knew her well enough, you could easily tell what she was thinking from her subtle expressions.
Lin Yu didn't think he understood Qing Mo well enough yet.
But that was speaking generally.
In certain aspects, the moment she stuck her butt out, Lin Yu knew it was time to change pos...
Ahem!
Anyway.
Lin Yu could tell at a glance exactly what this girl Qing Mo wanted to do right now!
The corners of Lin Yu's mouth curled up, a wicked idea forming in his mind.
He raised his hand toward Qing Mo, palm facing down, and beckoned with his fingers, calling out to her as if calling a puppy:
"Come here."
Qing Mo swallowed hard, walking up to Lin Yu with excited and expectant eyes.
Lin Yu narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and pushed it up with a bit of force, forcing Qing Mo to look at him in a rather uncomfortable posture.
Amidst Qing Mo's increasingly rapid breathing, Lin Yu slowly leaned down. It wasn't until Qing Mo had closed her eyes that Lin Yu finally revealed his true intentions, saying:
"Go get me a glass of sweet water to drink."
Qing Mo suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing Lin Yu's wicked smirk, she felt ashamed, angry, and embarrassed, yet faintly excited...
In the end, she couldn't bring herself to resist Lin Yu. She could only dejectedly choose to obey him and prepare to go get him a glass of water.
Just as Qing Mo turned around and before she could even take a few steps, Lin Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed, and pulled, dragging Qing Mo back into an extremely indecent posture...
...
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Yu and Qing Mo boarded a plane, preparing to head to Qing Mo's hometown.
Actually, their original plan was to go back yesterday, on the first day of the New Year.
But they were delayed by a little something yesterday.
So they had to leave today instead.
Having been with Qing Mo for so long, Lin Yu thought he would have developed an immunity to her wealth.
But upon learning on the plane that they would soon land directly at her family's private airport, Lin Yu was naturally shocked all over again.
Could the word "airport" really be preceded by the word "private"?
Alright.
Rich people.
You win.
That wasn't even all; what shocked Lin Yu even more was what happened after they got off the plane.
After stepping off the plane, Lin Yu casually asked a question.
"Where is your house?"
This was supposed to be a very simple question, but Lin Yu received a very strange answer.
"This is my house."
Qing Mo said calmly.
Lin Yu felt it was very strange. This is your house?
Is your house inside this airport?
Or is it near this airport?
But Lin Yu looked around in all directions and didn't spot any houses or villas at all...
...
Wait.
Don't tell me that palace-like building is your house!
It was only later that Lin Yu understood.
Qing Mo's house wasn't inside the airport, nor was it near the airport.
She was right.
This was her house, or to be more accurate, this airport was situated within her family's estate.
It was like pitching an inconspicuous little shed in one's own massive backyard.
Rich people.
You win again!
On the way to that castle-like house, Qing Mo turned to look at Lin Yu and gently comforted him:
"Don't be nervous."
"If anyone makes you feel uncomfortable."
"Just come to me."
Lin Yu nodded, feeling rather powerless.
There was nothing he could do; his fists wouldn't be of any use here.
Not to mention that the people he was about to meet were Qing Mo's relatives and parents.
Even if he got angry, he couldn't just activate his delinquent mode and frivolously say to Qing Mo's parents, whose net worth was unimaginable:
"Oi!"
"Old geezer, your daughter chose me, you're in for a blessed old age!"
If that happened, let alone his and Qing Mo's future being gone.
He himself might not have a future anymore!
Lin Yu couldn't help but feel a bit anxious, feeling that an ancient death row inmate going to the execution ground wouldn't feel much worse than he did right now.
While Lin Yu was busy being anxious, inside that villa, there were two other people who were equally anxious.
Even more anxious than Lin Yu!
Regarding this boyfriend their daughter had found.
Father Qing and Mother Qing felt like the sky was falling.
Father Qing and Mother Qing had actually always known that their precious daughter had some issues in that regard.
After seeking medical help to no avail, the two could only choose to let her be.
If things really didn't work out in the future, picking an honest and reliable young talent for her would be an option.
But what the two of them didn't expect was.
Their daughter suddenly found "true love"!
And the person she liked was actually so...
Unique!
Actually, even if that were the case, the two of them could still accept it.
After all, their daughter's happiness was the most important thing.
Moreover, with the family fortune built up over generations, the two weren't afraid of Qing Mo's sweetheart squandering their money.
How much could he possibly squander anyway?
If he liked, they could give him an international-level company every year and let him squander it however he wanted.
But what they found somewhat unacceptable was that this person actually had more than just their daughter as a girlfriend!
He was stringing along multiple girls at once!

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!

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.”

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!