Looking at the text message from Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu rubbed his temples in frustration.
This guy!
He shouldn’t have told him about the possibility of his sister being assaulted in the first place.
Now, every man he sees is automatically a suspect with ill intentions toward his sister.
How many "suspects" had he forwarded in just the past month?
At least two a day on average.
Even though Lin Yu knew the so-called "target" was likely another false alarm, he still adopted a "better safe than sorry" approach and sent a voice message:
"Do you have a photo? Send it to me."
Soon enough, a photo popped up on Lin Yu’s phone.
Opening it, he sighed at the unfamiliar face and replied with a resigned tone:
"It’s not him."
Xia Yueshan: Are you sure?
Xia Yueshan: But he seems really suspicious!
Xia Yueshan: After my sister and I entered the supermarket, we "coincidentally" ran into him seven times!
Xia Yueshan: And every time, his eyes kept darting toward my sister. When I glared at him, he’d panic and look away.
Xia Yueshan: Something’s off about him!
Xia Yueshan: Really off!
As Xia Yueshan’s messages flooded in, Lin Yu rolled his eyes but forced himself to respond patiently to avoid discouraging him.
Lin Yu: Nothing’s off.
Lin Yu: Given your sister’s looks and figure, getting a few stares is completely normal.
Lin Yu: And running into someone multiple times in a supermarket isn’t that unlikely.
Lin Yu: Your vigilance is commendable, but don’t go seeing enemies everywhere.
After sending the messages, the other end fell silent. Lin Yu shook his head and set his phone aside, about to resume eating when another notification—marked as a priority—chimed.
Xia Yueshan: How can you tell at a glance that he’s not the one who’d harm my sister?
Xia Yueshan: Do you actually know what that person looks like?
Reading the messages, Lin Yu hesitated. If he said yes, Xia Yueshan might press for details he couldn’t provide. If he said no, how could he be so sure this guy wasn’t a threat?
After a moment’s thought, Lin Yu decided to fall back on mysticism again.
Lin Yu: I don’t know his appearance, but if I saw him, I’d recognize him instantly.
Lin Yu: Just like how I sensed the ominous fate looming over your sister.
Xia Yueshan: Oh.
Xia Yueshan: Alright then.
Xia Yueshan: By the way, there’s another guy who "coincidentally" crossed paths with my sister five times. He looks shifty—totally untrustworthy. Want me to send his photo too?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue in irritation, about to refuse, when he suddenly remembered the mysterious force of fate possibly pulling the strings behind the scenes.
What if it really was him?
After a pause, Lin Yu replied.
Lin Yu: Send it over!
...
Lin Yu: Not him either.
Xia Yueshan: Fine.
Xia Yueshan: Hey, are you free tonight?
Lin Yu: What’s up?
Lin Yu: Something going on?
Xia Yueshan: My sister’s best friend is coming over for dinner. She wants you to join us.
Lin Yu: I’m free. I’ll be there.
Xia Yueshan: OK!
Lin Yu: OK!
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.”
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...
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?!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
