The usually introverted Maomao suddenly and uncharacteristically stood her ground with unusual determination.
Though Xia Xiashan still had reservations, she knew there was no stopping her now.
"Maomao, even if you really want to move in with Weiwei,"
"at least wait until after tomorrow's 'Martial Arts Gathering' before making a decision."
"Your computer setup and personal belongings—"
"moving them can wait until tomorrow, right?"
Xia Xiashan made it sound simple.
Maomao's insistence now was clearly just her acting out of spite.
Losing to someone her own age was too much for her to swallow.
Tomorrow, once Xiashan beat Lin Yu to a pulp,
and vented Maomao’s frustration for her,
letting her see with her own eyes that this guy wasn’t some invincible "prodigy,"
maybe then Maomao would change her mind and stay safely at home.
Pushing the issue further now would be like Xiashan playing a losing hand—no chance of winning.
Xia Yiwei slung an arm around Maomao’s shoulders, adopting a triumphant stance as she turned to Lin Yu again:
"Little Master, about tomorrow’s one-versus-one challenge, what do you think…?"
Judging by Xia Yiwei’s smug little expression,
it was as if she held an imperial sword, interrogating a high-ranking minister.
Even if it weren’t for the urgent mission tied to Xia Yiwei,
just the fact that she’d recruited a talented new member for their sect was reason enough to take this fight.
"Fighting one or ten makes no difference to me."
"Just send me the address on WeChat."
"How about 9 a.m. tomorrow? I might have other plans later."
"Xiashan-jie, does that work for you?"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! The host’s willingness to stand up for the suppressed elder of the Spirit Herb Hall fills her heart with joy!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Xia Xiashan replied with haughty confidence:
"Absolutely no problem. I love your attitude right now, Master Z."
"I hope you’ll still be this confident tomorrow."
"I… can’t wait for it!"
What a coincidence—
neither could he.
……
The dinner dragged on until 8 p.m.
Most of the conversation afterward was led by Xia Yiwei,
who regaled them with tales of her double life—working as a nurse by day and a knight by night after leaving home.
It was practically a live demonstration for Maomao, showing just how liberating it was to break free from family constraints.
Meanwhile, the two youngsters at the next table had ordered a few dishes of their own,
using the unfolding drama as dinner entertainment.
And so, a meal fraught with tension came to a safe conclusion.
When it was time to part ways,
Xia Yiwei stuck close to Lin Yu,
deliberately letting her older sister and Maomao leave first.
Her behavior made it obvious she had something to say in private.
After all, she’d been instrumental in smoothing things over tonight.
Staying behind to chat a little longer was only natural.
In the deserted parking lot,
Xia Yiwei slowed her steps, her eyes locked onto Lin Yu.
"If you’ve got something to ask, just say it. Why keep staring? Do I have flowers on my face?"
Lin Yu was the first to break the silence.
Xia Yiwei clasped her hands behind her back and grinned smugly:
"What should I call you?"
"Little Yu? Martial Arts Master? ZerO? Little Master?"
"Hahaha, you’ve got so many identities, Mr. Ordinary College Student."
Lin Yu: "..."
At the dinner table, she’d been all "Master this, Master that."
Now, outside, her true colors were showing.
There was something inexplicably provocative about Xia Yiwei—
no matter what she said or did, her arrogant expression made people want to clap back at her.
Yesterday during the day,
and now again at night.
He was tempted to just say:
"I’m your dad, ever-changing and uncontainable!"
Lin Yu stopped walking and spread his hands.
"And what should I call you?"
"Second Miss of the Xia Family? Nurse Sister? Leather-Pants Knight? Second-in-Command of the Martial Arts School?"
"Let’s not mock each other, alright? Why not just speak plainly?"
Xia Yiwei took two steps forward, forcing Lin Yu to instinctively retreat.
Unfortunately,
they were in a parking lot.
His back hit an empty SUV,
leaving him no escape.
Only then did Xia Yiwei speak again:
"How was it, licking me yesterday?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Xia Yiwei: "Did it feel good?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Xia Yiwei: "You were so bold then—why run off after?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Xia Yiwei: "Besides covering my face in spit, what else can you do?"
Lin Yu: "Hey! Now you’re just making personal attacks!"
Xia Yiwei giggled and took a few steps back.
The carefree nurse really had a thick skin—
she’d brushed off yesterday’s "scandal" like it was nothing.
Maybe winning her over wouldn’t be too hard after all.
"In public, I’ll call you Little Master. In private, you call me Weiwei-jie."
"We’ll each follow our own rules."
"Who ZerO is doesn’t matter to me."
"But it matters to you, to Maomao, and to my sister."
"From now on, you’d better treat me well."
"Or else one day I might just slip up and… hehehe."
Xia Yiwei thought she was being clever.
Little did she know,
she’d just unknowingly dragged another innocent girl into the mess.
"Little bro, where to next? Let me give you a ride."
She tossed her helmet playfully and pointed at the sleek black motorcycle nearby.
Lin Yu waved her off:
"Not necessary, I think."
"Weiwei-jie, you go have fun. I’ve got other things to take care of."
He’d already arranged to meet Shen Buyao.
If he lied and said he was going home, only to get dragged off by Xia Yiwei,
making it to Ghost Market Street would be a hassle.
Of course,
that wasn’t the main issue.
The real problem was—his two little buddies were still inside the International Hotel!
The moment the thought crossed his mind,
Mo Shangying’s voice crackled through his earpiece…
Mo Shangying: "Master, were you thinking about us? We already got a taxi!"
Taxi Driver: "Hey, little girl, don’t go accusing me! I wasn’t thinking about you two! I’m a legit driver!"
Mo Shangying: "Not you, uncle. I meant another master."
Taxi Driver: "You called another cab?"
Mo Shangying: "We’re already in yours—why would we call another? I’m talking to my master, not you."
Taxi Driver: "But I’m the only one you’re talking to? Your friend hasn’t said a word!"
Ye Mengfu’s inner thoughts: I shouldn’t be in this car. I should be under it…
"..."
Lin Yu: "..."
Perfect.
Both his disciples were… unique.
One was clingy as hell, the other vanished in a flash.
"Vroom! Vroom!"
While Lin Yu was still processing,
Xia Yiwei had already started her bike and pulled up right in front of him.
"Little bro, even if you can refuse a disciple who’s got dirt on you,"
"can you really refuse a knight in fishnets?"
"Your hands must’ve gotten calluses from all that groping at the restaurant."
"Hop on the back—we’re heading out!"
Lin Yu caught the spare helmet she tossed him.
Safety first—
always wear a helmet when riding.
Lin Yu: "Then I won’t hold back. Today, I’ll be the backseat knight."
……
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
