Lin Yu reached up and touched his school uniform pocket, which was bulging from the wad of cash inside.
He immediately began planning how to allocate this small fortune.
Twelve thousand would be set aside for university tuition, one thousand for daily expenses, and the remaining two thousand or so would go toward a second-hand Hammer 4 phone—ideally, he could even snag a fake Hammer 7 model.
With a Hammer phone as cover, there’d be no way for Li Yuan to demand the money back!
Having settled on his plan, Lin Yu strolled leisurely toward H City’s largest electronics mall.
After haggling his way to a dirt-cheap, heavily used Hammer 4 on the fourth floor, he decided to head home.
Stepping onto the descending escalator, he spotted a group of elementary school kids riding up the adjacent one, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. It reminded him of the homework he’d asked his teacher for earlier that evening.
A glance at the time—8:30 PM—made him wince. By the time he got home, it’d be around nine, and finishing all his assignments would likely keep him up until eleven.
Was this just self-inflicted misery?
But he couldn’t skip it. After all, he’d personally requested the extra work—how embarrassing would it be to leave it undone?
With a frustrated groan, he ran a hand through his hair.
The mess he’d made, he’d have to clean up himself.
Leaving the electronics mall, Lin Yu decided to find a stationery store nearby to stock up on school supplies.
Pens, notebooks, compasses, rulers—his past self hadn’t owned a single one of these. The fact that he hadn’t torn up his textbooks was only because he’d been too lazy lately. Expecting him to have proper study tools was hopeless.
The area around the electronics mall was a sprawling entertainment district, packed with every kind of shop imaginable. Lin Yu figured he’d scout the vicinity first—if he could find a stationery store here, he wouldn’t have to trek elsewhere.
After circling the block, he scratched his head in frustration.
Weird. The place had everything—food, drinks, gadgets, even an unmanned adult shop—but not a single stationery store. It made no sense.
After a moment of annoyance, though, he shrugged it off.
Maybe a place like this just wasn’t meant to house anything that dredged up painful memories of school.
Leaving the bustling entertainment district behind, Lin Yu headed toward an older residential complex nearby, one without a gate or security.
Stationery shops weren’t exactly rare—most neighborhood convenience stores carried basic school supplies.
He’d grab some pens and notebooks here and pick up the rest at school tomorrow.
Inside the complex, he quickly spotted a small convenience store selling stationery.
After purchasing what he needed, Lin Yu stepped back outside.
Pausing at the storefront, he glanced left, then right.
To the left was the familiar, albeit longer, route back to the main street near the entertainment district, where he could easily catch a bus or hail a cab home.
To the right was an unexplored shortcut—a few quick steps would take him out of the old neighborhood and onto a major city road.
If he took that path, buses might be out of the question, but finding a taxi shouldn’t be hard.
This was a city, after all; taxis were everywhere.
After a brief hesitation, Lin Yu chose the unknown path on the right.
It was getting late. Better to grab a cab and get home sooner.
If he wasn’t relying on the bus, the shortcut was clearly the smarter choice.
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
