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.
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
