The taxi didn’t pull up directly in front of the main gate of Kyoto First Martial Arts University.
Instead, it slowed to a stop beside a quiet, tree-lined avenue less than two kilometers from the campus entrance.
“Get out.”
Lin Xiaoxiao paid the fare and pushed open the door.
Su Yu, carrying a canvas bag, followed closely behind her.
Ahead was a high-end residential complex with extremely tight security.
There were no flashy gilded signs, no extravagant fountains or sculptures.
But the guards stationed at the entrance—each radiating a subtle aura of vitality—were all officially recognized martial artists with energy levels exceeding one hundred!
Using certified martial artists as security guards.
In Jiangcheng, this was nothing short of a fantasy.
But in Kyoto, it seemed to be standard procedure.
Lin Xiaoxiao moved confidently to the access control panel, scanned her face, and gained entry.
The two of them took a dedicated panoramic elevator straight to the top floor.
Ding.
The elevator doors slid open.
An entire floor was occupied by just one residence.
Lin Xiaoxiao walked to the heavy, blast-proof armored door and pressed her hand against the fingerprint lock.
Click.
The door swung open.
“Come in.”
Lin Xiaoxiao changed into slippers and casually tossed her bag onto the sofa.
Su Yu stood at the entrance, his gaze sweeping across the sprawling penthouse.
No need for flowery descriptions—two words summed it up perfectly:
Ultra-luxurious.
The entire apartment was equipped with an intelligent temperature control system, and the air was filled with a faint, high-grade incense that helped circulate one’s vital energy.
Through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, one could even overlook the vast campus of Kyoto Martial Arts University.
“This apartment was bought by my dad a long time ago and has been empty ever since.”
Lin Xiaoxiao turned to look at Su Yu.
“From now on, you’ll live here.”
Su Yu was momentarily stunned.
He knew the Lin family was wealthy, and he’d heard Lin Zhengtian mention earlier that if he needed anything, he could just ask her.
But to be gifted a penthouse right next to Kyoto Martial Arts University?
That kind of generosity was simply staggering.
“Lin, I—”
Su Yu was about to refuse.
“Stop right there!”
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her hand, cutting him off.
Then,
She stepped in front of Su Yu.
Her fair fingers fumbled in her pocket.
A quick flick of her wrist.
Smack.
A jet-black metal card with dark gold trim along the edges was slapped onto Su Yu’s chest.
Su Yu instinctively reached out and caught it.
The card felt heavy in his hand.
Cold, metallic to the touch.
“Your birthday is the password.”
Lin Xiaoxiao crossed her arms, chin held high.
“There’s a hundred million in there.”
“Use it however you want.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
Su Yu stood frozen, clutching the black card.
That usually deep, calm face—one that never betrayed emotion even if the sky fell—now showed a clear trace of astonishment.
He looked down at the card in his hand.
Then back up at the proud young woman before him.
One hundred million?!
Just like that... given away?!
Su Yu’s throat moved slightly.
His expression was complicated.
He was an orphan.
Before awakening the system, he had barely over three hundred yuan to his name.
He had almost become a proxy test-taker for someone else just to earn a million.
And now,
A black card with a modest goal of one hundred million resting inside was just casually handed to him.
No strings attached.
No condescending charity.
Just a casual “use it however you want.”
Is this what it means to have the backing of a top-tier family?
“I can’t accept this money.”
Su Yu took a deep breath and handed the black card back.
He could stay in the house for now, but one hundred million in funds? That kind of favor was way too heavy.
Too heavy for him to handle right now.
“Give it back to me!”
Lin Xiaoxiao didn’t take it. Instead, she glared at him fiercely.
She knew Su Yu too well.
His pride was as stubborn as a mule.
If she didn’t make things clear, this guy would definitely just toss the card on the table and walk away.
“Don’t be so quick to thank me, and don’t rush to refuse either!”
Lin Xiaoxiao stepped forward.
Closing the distance between them.
“This isn’t a handout.”
She extended her fair hand and casually patted Su Yu’s shoulder.
“This is my venture capital investment in you. Got it?”
“My dad even said your talent is exceptional; you just lack the resources.”
“Right now, you’re under my protection. If you end up at school unable to buy your elixirs and get outshone by those rich family kids—”
“Don’t I have any face?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao defended herself with all the justification she could muster.
Trying hard to sound like a savvy businesswoman.
“So.”
“Take this money and train hard!”
“Work your way up to Grandmaster, Martial Sovereign!”
“If I ever get into trouble, you’re responsible for getting me out of it!”
Su Yu looked at the girl before him, who was racking her brain to give him a way out.
Her clear eyes were filled with nothing but sincerity.
Not a trace of impurity.
Su Yu’s hand tightened slightly around the black card.
He knew that if he refused again, it would come off as too pretentious.
Besides, he really did need the money.
Desperately.
“Alright.”
Su Yu nodded and carefully slipped the black card into his pocket.
His deep eyes locked onto Lin Xiaoxiao.
“I promise.”
“This investment will be the most profitable one you’ve ever made in your life.”
His tone was calm.
Yet carried an unshakable confidence.
Seeing Su Yu so serious,
Lin Xiaoxiao’s heart suddenly skipped a beat uncontrollably.
This guy.
He looked pretty handsome when he was serious.
“Don’t be so nervous.”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s cheeks flushed slightly as she patted Su Yu’s shoulder again.
This time, her hand didn’t immediately pull away.
Instead, it lingered there.
Her fingertips, through the thin fabric, felt the firm, powerful muscles of the young man.
“Your talent is insanely good. Just train normally!”
“I believe in you!”
The distance between them shrank because of this gesture.
Su Yu could even clearly smell the pleasant, faint fragrance coming from Lin Xiaoxiao.
Then, suddenly,
Lin Xiaoxiao’s eyes flicked.
As if she’d just remembered something.
Her hand, which had been resting on Su Yu’s shoulder, abruptly slid upward.
She hooked her arm around Su Yu’s neck!
And pulled down hard!
Su Yu was caught off guard and couldn’t activate his qi-blood defense.
His body tilted forward naturally.
Their cheeks instantly brushed against each other.
So close—just inches apart!
Their breaths mingled!
Lin Xiaoxiao stood on her tiptoes slightly.
Her rosy lips were almost pressed against Su Yu’s ear.
A warm breath brushed against the shell of his ear.
Carrying a hint of something dangerously ambiguous—a warning laced with peril.
“Of course.”
Lin Xiaoxiao lowered her voice, teeth clenched.
“If you dare take my money and go mess around in those bars and clubs in Kyoto…”
“To chase after those shady women…”
She paused.
Her voice softened, but beneath it lay a chilling edge that made the skin crawl.
“Just watch me sink my teeth into you!”
A blatant threat!
Paired with the intoxicating scent and the warmth of her breath so close by.
It was almost lethal.
Su Yu’s body stiffened instantly, as rigid as a stone.
He could feel Lin Xiaoxiao’s heartbeat, pounding fiercely through the thin fabric between them.
Thump.
Thump.
Rapid and intense.
At this moment, Lin Xiaoxiao found herself in a dilemma.
She had only intended to put on a tough, big-sister act—to warn this bumpkin not to go astray.
But when she actually hooked her arms around Su Yu’s neck, drawing so close—
She realized she had overestimated her own resolve.
The clean, fresh masculine scent emanating from Su Yu, mingled with the robust vitality unique to a martial artist at the Warrior level—
It was like an impenetrable net, wrapping her completely.
Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Su Yu’s sharply defined profile, tinged with a hint of world-weariness.
She gazed into his deep, profound eyes.
Her throat tightened.
Lin Xiaoxiao swallowed hard inside.
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
