Xia Yueshan nodded, finally setting aside his prejudice against the "Monkey Steals the Peach" move and asked earnestly:
"Brother Lin Yu, what should I do?"
"Simple."
"There are only two key points to the 'Monkey Steals the Peach' move."
"First, be fast!"
"Second, be precise."
As he spoke, Lin Yu glanced around. Soon, his gaze settled on a thick roadside tree. Without turning his head, he said to Xia Yueshan:
"Follow me."
The two of them walked to the tree one after the other. Looking at the five- or six-meter-tall tree, Lin Yu compared the position and then used a lighter to burn a black mark on a specific spot.
"From now on, practice aiming at this mark."
"Remember—be fast, precise, and ruthless."
"Once you’ve mastered this move and built a solid foundation, I’ll teach you some acupressure techniques."
Lin Yu, worried that Xia Yueshan might slack off, decided to dangle a carrot in front of him first.
"Acupressure?"
Xia Yueshan’s eyes lit up at the prospect, and he eagerly asked:
"Is it like the kind in TV dramas?"
"The 'Sunflower Acupressure Hand,' where a few quick taps can freeze someone in place?"
No.
That kind of thing isn’t possible with acupressure.
If you want that kind of ability, you’d have better luck wandering the streets—maybe you’ll stumble upon a pocket watch with a special function (time stop).
Lin Yu silently scoffed in his mind. Afterward, he explained to Xia Yueshan:
"No."
"The acupressure I’ll teach you can’t freeze people like that."
"But once you master it,"
"a single finger strike can knock someone unconscious."
"Mm-hmm!"
Xia Yueshan nodded without a trace of doubt, already convinced that Lin Yu was a hidden master living among ordinary people.
"Besides, your physical fitness needs to keep up."
"Starting today, you’ll do horse stance for half an hour every morning and evening, run to and from school, do a hundred push-ups, and five hundred squats daily. If you can’t finish them all at once, split them into sets—just don’t hurt yourself."
Lin Yu carefully instructed.
Xia Yueshan nodded repeatedly like a pounding garlic pestle.
"For now, this is enough. Once your stamina improves, I’ll increase the intensity of your training."
"Got it!"
"Master Lin Yu!"
"Alright, start practicing."
Lin Yu clasped his hands behind his back and turned to leave.
Xia Yueshan straightened and slightly bent the fingers of his left hand, poised to practice the "stealing peach" technique. But just as he was about to begin, his motion abruptly halted. He looked at Lin Yu, who hadn’t fully turned away yet, and asked in confusion:
"Brother Lin Yu."
"You’re teaching me this move to protect my sister?"
"What exactly is my sister’s calamity?"
"Is it caused by people?"
Lin Yu turned back and gave Xia Yueshan a meaningful nod, his tone grave:
"Your sister’s forehead has a faint pinkish tinge hidden within darkness—a clear sign of rotten peach blossom luck."
"And the darkness dominates."
"She might be at risk of assault."
...
Xia Yueshan silently stared at Lin Yu. After a moment, he nodded heavily and said solemnly:
"I understand."
"I’ll protect my sister well."
Lin Yu nodded in deep satisfaction and turned to leave again.
"From now on, no man besides you will get close to my sister!"
Hearing the resolute declaration from behind, Lin Yu stumbled mid-step, nearly falling.
Damn it.
From the looks of it, didn’t he just end up becoming exactly the kind of person Xia Yueshan had initially imagined him to be?
"Remember, don’t tell your sister about this!"
Lin Yu strode away, waving a hand dismissively.
"Got it!"
...
"Brother Long, what happened to your hand?"
A student passing by Lin Yu stopped and leaned in to ask.
"Tired from writing homework!"
Lin Yu snapped irritably, tucking his heavily bandaged right hand further into his sleeve.
Damn it all!
Turns out, just knowing the technique for splitting bricks and wood isn’t enough—a hand tempered through relentless practice is the real deal!
Lin Yu wanted to cry but had no tears. Still, he felt a sliver of relief.
At least he’d managed to split that wooden board back then—otherwise, the embarrassment would’ve been unbearable.
Looking down at his injured hand, Lin Yu couldn’t help but overthink.
Given his usual personality,
he’d definitely avoid Xia Yueshan in the coming days to hide this injury and prevent mockery.
But...
What if this was exactly what that elusive "fate" wanted?
Did it want him to stay away from the second female lead, Xia Muzhu, so the second intimate plot could unfold without interference?
No way!
Lin Yu’s brows furrowed. He resolved that even if Xia Yueshan laughed at him, he’d keep visiting Xia Muzhu’s house during this time.
He absolutely had to stop the second intimate plot from happening!
...
Lin Yu stopped walking and looked at the girl in front of him—her eyes darting nervously, hands tightly gripping her pants—and asked helplessly:
"Do you need something?"
Tang Manman hesitated before mustering the courage to meet his gaze. She gave a timid nod.
"Speak up if you have something to say. I’m busy."
Lin Yu replied in his usual impatient tone.
"You..."
Tang Manman's eyes drifted to Lin Yu's bandaged hand before lifting back to his face. Her soft voice carried a hint of probing:
"Since your hand is injured now... do you need me to help you with your homework?"
Hearing this, Lin Yu nearly laughed out loud.
This Tang Manman...
was really kind of adorable.
This time, there was no golden sunset filter, no refreshing breeze as a backdrop.
Yet, standing in the shadows, Lin Yu watched the girl—her cheeks slightly flushed, eyes shining like a deer’s, brimming with shyness—and felt his heartbeat accelerate uncontrollably. A long-buried thought sprouted green tendrils once more...
"No need. My girlfriend will help me with my homework."
Crunch!
The green sprout was stomped into oblivion by the pure love warrior in Lin Yu’s heart.
"Oh, okay."
Tang Manman nodded, her spirit crushed, and walked away dejectedly.
Lin Yu watched her retreating figure and let out an almost imperceptible sigh before turning toward the direction of Xia Muzhu’s neighborhood.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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!
