The scorching sun couldn't bake away the moisture in the air.
This hot and humid southern climate made Lin Yu feel incredibly miserable.
But what made him even more uncomfortable wasn't this weather, which was entirely different from the dry heat of the north, but what he was about to do.
Looking at the skyscraper in front of him, Lin Yu fell into hesitation once again.
Was he really going to do this?
Even though he had simulated the cuckolding scenario that would make Xu Mingyao wish she were dead countless times in his head.
But now that he was at the final threshold, Lin Yu suddenly found himself unable to take the step.
Although he currently had absolutely nothing to do with pure love anymore.
But at the very least, his relationship with those three was consensual and built on a foundation of feelings!
Was he really going to turn into a scumbag homewrecker who casually slept with other women just to get revenge on Xu Mingyao?
Lin Yu leaned weakly against the wall behind him, the light gradually fading from his clear eyes.
He had thought his conscience was long dead.
But unexpectedly, just as he was about to take another step deeper into hell, it jumped out again, waving its arms and legs to catch his attention.
So what should he do now?
Was he going to give up this opportunity?
Just let Xu Mingyao and Tao Yaoyao continue living their peaceful lives?
Just thinking about this outcome made Lin Yu grit his teeth in hatred, the veins on his forehead bulging fiercely.
No way!
Absolutely not!
Lin Yu ground his pale white teeth until they squeaked.
For him to be reduced to this state today, that animal Xu Mingyao definitely had to bear part of the responsibility!
How could he let her off so easily?
Moreover, Tao Yaoyao was no saint either.
Since she was willing to become Xu Mingyao's weapon against him, she couldn't claim to be innocent!
The best way to get revenge on Xu Mingyao was to steal Tao Yaoyao away.
She had always stubbornly believed that he was the one who took Qing Mo away.
But that was just her wishful thinking; Qing Mo was never hers from the very beginning.
So naturally, there was no cuckolding to speak of.
But Tao Yaoyao was hers.
And the most crucial point was.
Tao Yaoyao was all she had left.
Lin Yu couldn't even imagine what kind of complete breakdown Xu Mingyao would have when she realized he had stolen Tao Yaoyao.
But he figured it would be a very pleasing sight.
However...
The light that had just sparked in Lin Yu's eyes dimmed again.
Wouldn't doing this be a bit unfair to Tang Manman and the others?
In the silence.
The little figure of conscience that suddenly popped up in Lin Yu's mind started fighting with two other little figures named Revenge and Depravity.
The battle was very strange.
Even though Revenge and Depravity were tall and strong, they just couldn't break through Conscience's defense.
It was so tiny, yet it stood firmly there, not taking a single step back.
It was just one final push.
But Revenge and Depravity still couldn't knock it down.
Under the harsh sunlight, Lin Yu's mind went blank.
He didn't know what he should do either.
Giving up this method that could completely break Xu Mingyao left him feeling unwilling.
But if he insisted on doing this.
How could he face Tang Manman and the others?
Lin Yu truly didn't know what to do.
Amidst this agonizing internal struggle, Lin Yu remained helplessly silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Yu suddenly thought of a rather comical saying.
He suddenly let out a relieved scoff, his mouth curving into a mocking smile.
Pah!
Lin Yu looked down and spat fiercely onto the ground.
Then he stepped on it, grinding his shoe sole back and forth viciously, as if trying to completely obliterate something.
Since I'm already acting like a whore.
Why bother erecting a monument to chastity?
Screw it!
Lin Yu raised his head, staring at the bustling glass doors of the building not far away, his hands hanging by his sides clenching tightly into fists.
Xu Mingyao.
A stupid pig like you wants to cuckold me?
Get ready to experience what true NTR is!
...
In the elevator, Tao Yaoyao looked bewildered.
This interview couldn't be called smooth, nor could it be called unsuccessful.
Overall...
...
It was a bit bizarre.
The HR interviewing her seemed entirely uninterested in her resume, including her work abilities, career plans, and so on.
She didn't even ask her any questions; after simply skimming her resume a few times, she said something very strange.
Ms. Tao Yaoyao.
Our company very much welcomes you to join us.
It just depends on whether you can grasp the opportunity.
Grasp...
The opportunity?
Tao Yaoyao muttered to herself in confusion.
Grasp what opportunity?
What opportunity did she even have to grasp?
Tao Yaoyao was very puzzled, not understanding what that HR meant at all.
Still completely baffled, she left the company's office building.
Just as Tao Yaoyao was planning to take the bus back and carefully think over what the HR meant by the opportunity, she unexpectedly ran into a familiar face.
Lin Yu?

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.”

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?!

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!

ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!