Without Tang Xiaoyu knowing, the sect masters of those third-rate sects had already started learning from Tang Xiaoyu's model.
They had printed the names of their sects on the backs of their clothes, and their slogans were directly copied over.
The next morning at dawn, just like yesterday, Lin Qingying stood at the door waiting for Tang Xiaoyu.
When Tang Xiaoyu came out, he saw her, "Morning! Are you waiting for me?"
"Yeah! Going alone is too boring."
"You're right, then let's go!"
"Okay."
As the two walked, Lin Qingying was soon shoulder to shoulder with Tang Xiaoyu. A breeze blew by, and a feminine scent entered Tang Xiaoyu's nose.
Tang Xiaoyu gave a start, [Something's not right, this scent is so familiar. Just who is this person?]
[This isn't the scent from Wang Ziyan or Chu Yanran's body, and that gloomy Zhao Siqi doesn't even have a scent on her body. Could it be Qingying? This tigress does have a record.]
Tang Xiaoyu turned his head and took another whiff, [I'm done for, it really is that tigress. What should I do? Please advise, it's urgent.]
Lin Qingying curiously asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Xiaoyu embarrassingly said, "It's nothing, just that you should go easy on me in the future."
Lin Qingying was stunned, "You noticed?"
Like a wrongfully accused little daughter-in-law, Tang Xiaoyu nodded, "Mm..."
Lin Qingying put her arm around his neck, "Then tell me, how should we settle this?"
"Qingying, let's talk this through. Why resort to violence?"
What followed next was Tang Xiaoyu's miserable shrieks, "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"
At the breakfast stall, Lin Qingying held the pig-headed Tang Xiaoyu's arm, "Boss, 24 servings of buns and porridge. Half the buns with beef stuffing, the other half lamb. Make the porridge plain."
"Got it!"
Tang Xiaoyu spoke indistinctly with his swollen face, "Get me some side dishes too."
Seeing his state, the boss sympathetically said, "Kid, that's just life. Gotta accept it. *sigh*"
Tang Xiaoyu immediately sobbed, "My fate is in my hands, not heaven's. I don't accept fate..."
Before he could finish, Lin Qingying interrupted, "What's with you? Have I made your life miserable?"
"No no, my life is great. You've made my life even better."
[This tigress is brutal. Other women would just twist my ear, but this tigress goes straight into a beatdown.]
After buying breakfast, Lin Qingying held Tang Xiaoyu's arm blissfully as if that violent maniac from before wasn't her.
Tang Xiaoyu finally understood what 'suffering without blessings' felt like.
When they reached the sect gate, Lin Qingying said, "Come find me later and we'll go shopping."
"Alright, walk slowly and watch your step."
Seeing Lin Qingying enter the compound, Tang Xiaoyu's face darkened as he angrily strode in and slammed the breakfast on the table. He hurriedly took out a mirror to check his appearance.
"Ow! This woman is ruthless! Even more ruthless than that Zhao Siqi crone. My prestigious image is completely ruined."
Just then, a dazed Little Ling'er groggily opened the door, murmuring, "How come the sect master didn't knock today?"
When she got to the hall and took a bun to stuff in her mouth, she suddenly panicked upon seeing no one responding. She shouted outside, "Trouble, trouble! The sect master has absconded with the money!"
Hearing this, Tang Xiaoyu nearly spit out a mouthful of blood.
"What nonsense! With the sect's measly sum, why would I need to abscond?"
"You didn't run away? Sect master, why are you covering your face?"
"It's nothing, I just tripped and fell."
"Let me see."
"Nothing to see."
"Just a quick look. I definitely won't laugh at you."
"I'm going to sleep." With that, Tang Xiaoyu tried to slip away.
Little Ling'er grabbed Tang Xiaoyu's hand and saw his swollen pig face.
Little Ling'er burst out laughing, "Someone come quick! The sect master got beaten up, hahaha..."
Tang Xiaoyu was done for. [What's with that avenged expression of yours?]
A group came rushing over, with Shi Tou not even fully dressed.
Xiao Lan asked, "Who did this?" Her expression clearly meant to praise the perpetrator.
Only Tang Xiaoyan worriedly asked, "Cousin, are you okay? Who hit you? I'll avenge you!"
Tang Xiaoyu waved his hand, "Forget it. Even if all of you go together, you're still no match for the opponent. I'll endure it."
"Alright then. Take care of yourself."
[Shouldn't you be desperately going to avenge me right now?]
Tang Xiaoyu waved his hand, "That's it, disperse!"
"Sect master, focus on recovering."
"Get lost. Ow!" Pulling at his facial wound made Tang Xiaoyu yelp in pain.
Everyone left with schadenfreude, completely disregarding their sect master beaten into a pig head.
"The morals of this world have fallen, and people's hearts are no longer genuine!" Tang Xiaoyu lamented.
After resting for a bit, Tang Xiaoyu dragged his aching body towards the compound next door.
He didn't dare not go, otherwise who knows if he'd even be able to walk later.
He lightly knocked on their gate. After a while, Wu Hao's face appeared before Tang Xiaoyu.
"Bro Tang, what happened to you?"
"It's nothing, just education through love. Is your sect master in?"
Wu Hao whispered, "You got found out?"
Tang Xiaoyu nodded, "Mm..."
Voice choking with sobs, Tang Xiaoyu patted Wu Hao's shoulder, "Young man. Don't say I didn't warn you. Never find a wife more capable than yourself in the future, or you'll end up like me."
Wu Hao shuddered, "I feel being single is great. I don't need a Dao companion or anything like that."
"Not wanting one is good! Women only hinder your sword drawing speed."
Wu Hao exclaimed, "A heart devoid of women..."
Tang Xiaoyu continued, "...naturally quick to bare the blade."
Wu Hao excitedly said, "So you're the creator of that phrase!"
"That's right!"
"Bro Tang, teach me when you have time."
"No problem. After I get through your sect master, we can discuss anything. If I can't make it, remember to burn paper offerings for me."
"Piss off."
"You got it!"
Tang Xiaoyu staggered towards Lin Qingying's room, taking over ten minutes to cover a distance of a few dozen meters.
He knew he was going to meet his future wife, yet he walked as if heading towards the execution grounds!
When he arrived at the door, Tang Xiaoyu tidied his clothes and calmed himself before lightly knocking.
"Sect master Lin, it's me Little Tang! I have something to discuss with you."
Lin Qingying's voice quickly responded, "Come in."
Tang Xiaoyu awkwardly said, "It's not right for a grown man like me to enter."
Tang Xiaoyu really didn't want to go in. Without thinking, he knew what Lin Qingying's room was like.
It definitely wouldn't be dirty, but a mess was guaranteed.
"Get your ass in here!" Lin Qingying's angry voice came out.
Tang Xiaoyu was long mentally prepared, so he wasn't startled. But the Sky Demon Sect disciples were badly frightened.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
"No idea, but he won't get off easy."
"I bet he'll have to leave on his back this time."
Wu Hao walked over and whispered, "Hehe, your opponent has arrived. Be careful now!"
"What did Senior Brother Wu say?"
"You'll find out soon."

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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!

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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.”