The smell of shit in the room went straight up his nose.
The main smell was still fresh and bright, very top notch.
He opened his eyes and looked next to him.
He saw a dark-skinned woman lying in his bed.
The woman wore very thick clothes, wearing cotton clothes in autumn, and they were full of dust.
Yan Dongxu frowned, wondering what the situation was?
Although the girl was very beautiful, her face was full of traces of wind and sun.
Most importantly, where did the smell of shit come from?
Could it be that this strange girl pooped her pants?
Thinking of this, Yan Dongxu felt a chill.
He tried to wake up the snoring sister.
He gently pushed a few times, but the girl showed no sign of waking up.
He immediately suspected that the girl might be sick?
Can it be a vegetative state?
If it were usual, he would never think like this.
But after what happened yesterday, he was stimulated by Zhao Qingqing to some extent, and had some shadows in his mind.
"Little sister, wake up."
Yan Dongxu called out softly twice more, but the girl was still asleep.
He had no choice but to pinch the girl's nose.
Sure enough, this trick still worked.
The girl opened her eyes groggily, her spirit still wandering.
"Sorry, Director Li, I was up too late delivering piglets last night. I'll get up now to teach the children."
The girl's words left Yan Dongxu confused.
What's the situation? What does this girl do?
A veterinarian or a doctor?
He suddenly felt that the little girl in front of him was very interesting.
"Wake up! Wake up! I'm not Director Li. My name is Yan Dongxu."
"Ah!"
"Who are you!"
The girl came to her senses, saw Yan Dongxu and cried out strangely.
She jumped straight out of bed and took on a defensive stance.
In that moment, Yan Dongxu felt the stench in the room became stronger.
"Don't mind who I am for now. Did you poop your pants?" Yan Dongxu asked, covering his nose.
The girl's face flushed red in an instant, pointing at him and cursing loudly: "Don't talk nonsense, you hooligan, you were the one who pooped your pants!"
After the girl finished speaking, she instinctively lifted her foot and looked at the sole of her shoeless foot.
Then she said in an ashamed yet somewhat justified tone: "I didn't poop my pants, I stepped in pig shit!"
Yan Dongxu: "......"
He was completely numb.
He glanced at where the girl had put her feet on the sheets, sure enough, she had stepped in shit, smearing the sheets and quilt!
"Don't get excited first. Let's take off your shoes first. Change your clothes too. I have new clothes over there, wear whatever you want."
As he spoke, Yan Dongxu first removed the sheets and quilt cover, these were unusable now.
He decided to throw them away directly, he really couldn't stand the idea of washing them when they were smeared with shit.
Although he was a thrifty man who managed the household diligently, shit on the sheets was something he really couldn't tolerate.
The girl was also obedient, taking off her shoes directly. But she didn't change her clothes.
"Let's change them together. Your clothes are worn out too."
After patiently persuading for a while, the girl finally agreed.
Yan Dongxu bundled up the clothes and shoes with the sheets and quilt cover and threw them together in a garbage bag, then immediately went downstairs to take out the trash.
When he came back, he found that the girl was wiping the floor with a rag.
"Sorry, I've caused you trouble."
"No...no problem."
Yan Dongxu found that the girl had a very good temperament. Although she was also panicked at first, she was extraordinarily calm now.
She didn't even ask how she got here, and just started cleaning the floor directly.
"I'll make some breakfast, let's chat while we eat, don't worry, I'm not a bad person."
"Okay, I know you're not a bad person. I've cleaned the floor spotless, can I use your phone and computer?"
"Of course."
Yan Dongxu handed over his phone, and the girl made a call out.
"Hello, Director Li, this is Luo Yi, yes, I'm back in the city."
"Don't worry, I'll go back as soon as I finish my business, I won't abandon the children."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful about safety. Tell the kids I'll bring them gifts."
"Okay, I'll hang up now. Don't worry about me."
Yan Dongxu didn't mean to eavesdrop on the girl's call, it was just because the room was small, everything could be heard no matter what, and the girl didn't deliberately lower her voice either.
"Are you a teacher?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, I'm a volunteer teacher. I've been teaching for seven years now. By the way, my name is Luo Yi. I'm also from Jiangning."
"Oh? So you're a fellow townsman, my name is Yan Dongxu. This is my home."
"Okay, you go make breakfast first, I'll use your computer for a bit."
The two had a clear division of labor, each doing their own thing.
Yan Dongxu felt Luo Yi was very special, she didn't even ask how she appeared here.
If it were him, he would definitely ask about the situation first thing.
He heard Luo Yi log into a chat software.
The dense prompt sounds surprised him greatly.
How many people were looking for her?
When breakfast was ready, he called Luo Yi over to eat.
"I saw the news just now, you're quite the hot topic huh." Luo Yi took the initiative to speak to him first.
"It's alright, just some peculiar things happening to me."
Yan Dongxu replied.
"Don't be modest, my classmates group is all discussing your matters. So I teleported onto your bed?"
"Yes, it must feel very magical."
"It really is. But it's also quite good, I was just thinking of going back to Jiangning these days. Being teleported over saved me from taking a dozen-hour train."
Far from being surprised, Luo Yi was very delighted to hear Yan Dongxu's words.
"Where are you teaching?"
"Huangyuan Village. A very small village. The land there is desolate yellow earth, with very little vegetation."
"But every year a batch of oriental pratincoles pass through this place. So it's called Huangyuan Village."
"The locals believe the oriental pratincoles are a symbol of hope, they all hope that they can fly out of this place like the oriental pratincoles."
When Luo Yi talked about the place where she taught, she immediately opened the floodgates, talking non-stop.
Yan Dongxu could feel Luo Yi's love for Huangyuan Village.
"How many children do you teach in total?"
"Fifteen. I came back this time to use my connections and find someone to invest, to see if a school can be built there."
"If there's a school, children from surrounding villages could all live on campus and go to school. By then there would definitely be more than 15 children."
"According to my research, there are several hundred children within a dozen miles around who are not in school. They herd cattle and work from a young age, and are still illiterate in their teens."
"You didn't hear wrong, this kind of situation is happening in the world we currently live in."
"Although cities are developed, many rural areas are still unchanged, or even forgotten."
Yan Dongxu shook his head and said: "How could they be forgotten? You should believe in our country."
"You don't need to find connections and investment either. I'll take care of building the school."
When Luo Yi heard Yan Dongxu's words, her eyes widened instantly.
"What? You want to put up money to build a school? That's no small sum."
Yan Dongxu smiled and said: "Let's eat first, I'll make good on my word, I just happened to receive a sum of money."
"Spending it myself feels a bit uncomfortable. Just when you showed up. Might as well use the money to do some good deeds. It'll make me feel better too."
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."
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?!
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
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.”
