The changes in her body.
Ren Yuege could actually feel it very clearly.
It was just too embarrassing.
After all, she was a young woman, not some middle-aged aunt—being a bit thin-skinned was normal.
So,
As she spoke, her eyes even reddened.
Cao Cheng thought to himself, "Oh no, this is going to generate so much negative emotion—hahahaha!"
Sure enough.
She started racking up points again.
Ren Yuege sat to the side, her eyes red.
Cao Cheng waited until her emotional feedback stopped before pouring her another cup and comforting her: "Alright, alright, stop crying. Have some tea."
"I won’t drink it! You’re just trying to mess with me again. I’ve never met anyone as bad as you," Ren Yuege snapped, her eyes still red.
Cao Cheng chuckled. "Relax, it’s just a one-time detox. If you drink more, nothing will happen. Look at me—I haven’t even gone to the bathroom."
"Really?"
"Of course. If you don’t believe me, I’ll drink first." Cao Cheng picked up the thermos and gulped down several mouthfuls.
Ren Yuege sniffled and glared. "I’ve never met anyone as awful as you."
Most men around her would always maintain their gentlemanly demeanor.
Forget pranking her—none would even dare swear in front of her.
Cao Cheng shrugged. "Like I said, you can’t blame me. I warned you multiple times—this stuff is for me. If others drink it, bad things happen. Lucky for you, you’re at home. If this happened outside… tsk tsk tsk!"
Smack.
Ren Yuege slapped Cao Cheng.
It didn’t hurt much, but it was harder than her usual playful hits—proof she was still mad.
Of course.
Her negative emotions had already racked up to 150. No way she wouldn’t be furious.
"Really just once?" Ren Yuege hesitated, staring at the teacup.
Logically, she knew—Ren Yuege, don’t drink it. You should teach this disobedient little brat a lesson.
But deep down, she couldn’t resist.
It was just too delicious.
"Drink up. I’ve been drinking it for so long with no issues—what are you scared of? And when have I ever lied to you?" Cao Cheng put on his most sincere face.
Still doubtful, Ren Yuege picked up the cup and took a small sip.
No denying it.
Just as amazing as before.
Cao Cheng handed her the thermos. "Come on, cheers."
"I’m not clinking cups with you, you little jerk!"
Ren Yuege rolled her eyes, turned her head away, and downed the remaining purple tea in two gulps. The refreshing sensation made her narrow her eyes slightly.
Good tea.
One sip was enough to soothe the soul—even her negative emotions faded a little.
Suddenly, Cao Cheng’s expression changed. He stood up abruptly. "Oh no, stomachache! I’m heading to the bathroom. Don’t come in—figure it out yourself if you need to go."
"!!!"
Ren Yuege’s face paled instantly.
A fresh 20 points of negative emotions surged out.
She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying it would be if she had to find a bathroom outside.
"Cao Cheng!"
Ren Yuege shouted his full name.
She was panicking.
Really panicking.
Her head kept flashing +1, +1, +1, +1…
Cao Cheng leisurely sat back down on the couch, completely relaxed. "Just kidding. Look how scared you got. Don’t worry, you won’t have to run to the bathroom again. Drink up."
Ren Yuege’s breathing grew heavier.
Even though she knew Cao Cheng was just teasing her, it only made her angrier.
Negative emotions skyrocketed again.
"You’re the worst!!" Ren Yuege reached out and pinched Cao Cheng’s ear again.
……
This time, the emotional harvest was beyond satisfying.
Almost 200 points in just over half an hour…
Cao Cheng suddenly wondered—should he leave Sanjiang and head to Zhonghai instead?
To his aunt’s place in Shanghai.
She had four daughters.
With that sibling dynamic alone, he could milk so much negative emotion. Add some teasing on top, and the buffs would stack.
In the long run, he might even pull off a ten-draw every single day.
But then again,
That would be too hard on his sisters.
Just look at Ren Yuege—she was already on the verge of tears.
This level of anger would take her at least a day to recover from.
And he couldn’t do this every day, or she’d develop "resistance," making it harder to trigger critical hits.
Occasional bursts were fine.
But too often would backfire.
Honestly,
Aunt Wang was still the most reliable source. After a month of built-up emotions, just a little teasing would set her off.
The only question was—how long could Aunt Wang keep this up? How many more years could she provide?
He really hoped she’d live to a hundred.
"Alright, stop being mad. I already said sorry," Cao Cheng said, rubbing his still-throbbing ear.
Ren Yuege turned her back to him, muttering under her breath, "I’m calling Uncle Cao tonight."
Cao Cheng sighed. "Still tattling at your age? Besides, just feel the changes in your body. This kind of tea—you can only get it from me. Even with all your millions, you couldn’t buy this anywhere else."
It sounded like a huge boast.
But Ren Yuege half-believed it.
She’d tasted premium teas before and had the experience to recognize that this purple tea was even better than the legendary mother-tree Da Hong Pao.
She’d tried the mother-tree variety years ago.
Back then, her mom had gotten some as a gift for someone important, and the whole family had a taste.
But compared to this purple tea?
The mother-tree stuff was garbage.
That alone proved how priceless this purple tea was.
The only question was—where did this little brat get it?
No doubt about it…
This guy had secrets.
Ren Yuege turned back, eyeing Cao Cheng suspiciously. "Are you really sorry?"
"Yes," Cao Cheng nodded.
He had to smooth things over—only when her emotions settled could he trigger another critical hit later.
A spring had to be pressed down before it could bounce higher.
"Then give me some of this tea. Not much—just half a pound," Ren Yuege demanded.
"You can stay mad." Cao Cheng turned to leave.
Ren Yuege quickly called after him, "Fine, you little jerk! Just a little then—three ounces."
"Two ounces… even one is fine!"
Cao Cheng turned back. "Ten grams!"
"Ten grams? That’s nothing!" Ren Yuege frowned.
Cao Cheng: "I only have about 30 grams on me. I’d love an ounce too. And this tea is light—ten grams is enough for a few brews."
"Fine, ten grams it is. I’ll take it back for my mom to try."
Her mother had always been buried in work.
Over the years, her health hadn’t been great—always some minor ailment or another.
But this tea made her body feel lighter, even her mind sharper.
Perfect for someone who worked long hours mentally.
Cao Cheng smirked. "Didn’t take you for a filial daughter?"
Ren Yuege rolled her eyes. "Obviously… By the way, where did you get this tea? Can you buy more? Money’s no issue—name your price."
"It’s not something money can buy."
Cao Cheng shook his head. "I saved someone’s life once. This was his thank-you gift."
Ren Yuege nodded, still skeptical.
It made sense, though.
Tea like this? No way it was for sale.
The mother-tree Da Hong Pao had already stopped production this year, sending prices through the roof.
And this purple tea was on another level entirely.
Ren Yuege had seen Cao Cheng save someone before, so she naturally assumed the earlier scenario applied here, believing he couldn’t possibly be lying to her.
But what she didn’t know was this:
Not a single word from Young Master Cao held any truth.
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!
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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."
