The last self-study class ended early after Lin Yu finished all his homework ahead of time. He glanced at the clock and realized there were still twenty minutes left before school was out.
After packing his bag, Lin Yu took out his planner to summarize recent events.
First up was the number one female lead, Tang Manman.
...
...
Never mind, better think about someone else first.
Rubbing his temples, Lin Yu couldn’t come up with a solution for her at the moment. For now, he decided to maintain the status quo—ignoring her, since she rarely sought him out anyway.
The top priority now was the second female lead, Xia Muzhu.
Thinking of Xia Muzhu—her striking blue eyes and the mature charm she carried despite being only in her twenties—Lin Yu’s mood grew heavy.
Her situation was the hardest to handle.
Even now, he had no idea when the second intimate incident would occur, who would be involved, or whether it would happen indoors or outdoors.
Frankly, he had no way to prevent it. His only hope was that Xia Muzhu herself would stay vigilant.
But could such a flimsy precaution really defy fate’s unseen hand?
Unlikely.
Extremely unlikely.
After a moment’s thought, Lin Yu made a decision.
If he wanted to stop the second incident, he needed to spend more time with Xia Muzhu in the coming days. He had to figure out who was around her, identify any potential threats, and prepare countermeasures.
He needed a way to get closer to her.
Lin Yu stroked his chin, and an idea quickly formed in his mind.
It was a bit underhanded.
But given the urgency, he couldn’t afford to be picky.
Once he’d settled on a plan for Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu turned his attention to the third female lead, whom he’d only met once.
Searching his memories of the adult manga, he was surprised to find nothing about the third female lead.
That couldn’t be right.
Lin Yu scratched his bandaged head, puzzled.
How could he have no recollection of her at all?
He even remembered the fourth female lead perfectly—an incredibly cute and beautiful little loli.
Was it because the third female lead didn’t match his preferences, making her forgettable?
At that thought, Lin Yu’s face flushed.
No, no.
Definitely not the reason.
Absolutely not!
Annoyed, Lin Yu clenched his teeth.
If he couldn’t remember her because she didn’t fit his tastes, but recalled the loli so clearly…
Didn’t that make him a…?
Lin Yu covered his face, unwilling to finish the thought.
Hmph.
It had to be the work of that twisted fate—erasing his memories of the third female lead.
That had to be it!
Whatever.
He’d just wait and see.
Lin Yu lowered his hands and exhaled softly. The most pressing matter was still Xia Muzhu’s second incident.
He had to do everything possible to prevent that tragedy.
On another note, one thing was finally clear.
Tang’s mother was definitely not one of the four female leads in the manga.
After all, he’d already met three of them, and the remaining one was confirmed to be a loli—nothing like Tang’s mother, who was over thirty.
So, the familiarity he felt toward her must really just be because she resembled Tang Manman.
Ding-dong-ding!
The school bell rang, and Lin Yu smoothly packed up and left.
On his way back to his rented apartment, that feeling of being watched returned. Frowning, Lin Yu glanced back at the crowded streets before turning into a secluded alley.
If someone followed him now, he’d catch them.
This was ridiculous.
Why was someone always watching him?
Irritated, Lin Yu heard light, hurried footsteps the moment he rounded the corner.
Someone was actually tailing him?
Who could it be?
Curious, Lin Yu pressed himself against the wall, muscles tensed, ready to grab the person the moment they appeared and demand an explanation.
A slender figure soon appeared at the alley’s entrance. Lin Yu moved to act but froze mid-motion.
Tang Manman stood there, cheeks flushed from running. Lin Yu sighed in exasperation.
Why is it always you?
Talk about bad timing.
Just earlier, I said you rarely seek me out!
Mentally grumbling, Lin Yu suddenly recalled the feeling of being watched during lunch. He looked at Tang Manman and asked bluntly,
"Were you the one following me at noon today?"
Tang Manman hesitated, her gaze drifting to the ground, the tips of her ears turning pink. After a moment, she gave a tiny nod.
"Why?" Lin Yu asked, his tone as impatient as usual.
"I…"
Tang Manman finally looked up at him, only to quickly avert her eyes again, murmuring,
"I heard your class started submitting homework today."
"I thought…"
"If you needed help…"
"I could."
Lin Yu rolled his eyes and spread his arms.
"Look."
He spun in a circle in front of her.
"See anything?"
Tang Manman blinked in confusion, shaking her head.
"Idiot!"
"Can’t you see I’m not even carrying a bag?"
"Do I look like I need you to do my homework?"
Lin Yu snapped.
"But… I heard if you don’t turn it in, the school will punish you," Tang Manman said, her clear eyes filled with worry, her voice tinged with urgency.
Lin Yu sighed, rubbing his forehead.
"Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve already finished it?"
"Huh?"
Tang Manman’s lips parted slightly, caught off guard by the unexpected answer.
Lin Yu sighed again, not wanting to drag this out, and turned to leave.
"Wait, Lin Yu!"
Tang Manman’s soft voice called from behind.
"Spit it out."
Lin Yu stopped and turned back, his expression cold. He bit back the harsher words he wanted to add.
Lately, he’d noticed something troubling—ever since that near life-saving rescue, he found it harder and harder to be outright cruel to Tang Manman.
What a terrible development.
"I… I noticed your injuries haven’t healed, so I bought you some medicine."
Tang Manman rummaged through her bag and pulled out a small pouch of medication.
She handed the small bag of medicine to Lin Yu, her peach-blossom eyes glimmering in the sunset's glow, filled with both hope and a timid fear of being scolded by him.
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.”
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!
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.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
