"Slap!"
Before Lin Yu could even extend his hand for a handshake, Shen Buyao suddenly delivered an upward slap right onto Huang Feirong’s chest.
Instantly.
Lin Yu’s vision was filled with…
Undulating waves.
Up and down.
Left and right, BABA.
"Damn your second uncle, can you tone it down?!"
"This college student is a big client—scare him off again and I’ll skin you!"
Is this how girls joke around with each other? So direct?
Just a sudden slap out of nowhere.
It made Lin Yu feel like Shen Buyao was a bit too domineering.
Poor Huang Feirong, wronged for no reason.
With an aggrieved expression, she immediately protested:
"What did I even do? Wasn’t I being restrained enough?"
"I didn’t even get to shake his hand yet, and you’re already throwing hands first!"
"College boy, don’t mind her. A dirty mind sees filth in everything."
"Come on, shake my hand and show me that treasure you’ve been hoarding for years."
Lin Yu: "……"
Right now.
He really wanted to give Huang Feirong a thumbs-up.
Absolute queen of dirty jokes!
A few words from her could be interpreted in multiple ways.
What a double entendre master!
Lin Yu quickly extended his hand for a polite, light shake—not daring to grip fully.
Yet…
It was this very gesture.
That somehow tickled Huang Feirong’s funny bone.
Huang Feirong: "Pfft—"
Lin Yu: "???"
Wh-what’s so funny?
Then.
Huang Feirong rubbed her fingers together—the same ones that had just shaken his hand—and sniffed them.
"Wow~ College boy, you smell so nice?"
"Using hand cream, huh?"
"Jade Beauty brand?"
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
No way… Sis, you…
At this moment, he felt like the worst person alive.
How could he have ever sympathized with this menace?!
Shen Buyao crossed her arms, wearing an "I told you so" expression:
"Well? Tell me, did she deserve that slap or not?"
She did!
Honestly, she deserved more!
Even a hot-blooded young man like him was getting flustered by her antics.
Is this the norm in the antique trade?
Morals these days!
Shen Buyao took charge again, steering the conversation back on track:
"Alright, college boy, she’s just messing with you."
"She’s been locked up by her family for a while—too long without seeing a man, so she’s a little… overexcited."
Lin Yu nodded awkwardly:
"Oh… haha, got it. Makes sense!"
Huang Feirong nodded along too:
"Buyao, what did you just say was tight?"
A vein bulged on Shen Buyao’s forehead as she swiftly yanked off her crescent moon hairclip:
"Damn your third granduncle, I’ll kill you first!!"
Lin Yu, slow on the uptake: "……"
Too strong.
The 86’s climbing the mountain!
If you blinked, you’d miss Huang Feirong’s wild ride.
"Clatter… thud… bang… smack…"
After a brief scuffle.
Huang Feirong returned to Lin Yu’s side, her hair slightly disheveled.
Shen Buyao glared daggers at her:
"Can we focus on business now?"
Huang Feirong stood tall, radiating righteousness:
"Of course we can. Absolutely."
Shen Buyao exhaled deeply and pulled out two pairs of specialized gloves.
She handed one to Huang Feirong.
The two women slipped them on with practiced ease and moved to a square table nearby.
Shen Buyao spoke with solemn professionalism:
"College boy, take out that antique treasure you brought last time."
"Both of us need to examine it."
It wasn’t that she distrusted Lin Yu.
This was just how things worked in their trade.
Even if it was just brought in the day before, if it left their sight for even a moment, they’d have to reinspect it before resuming negotiations.
All to prevent some "ghost hand" master from pulling a "switcharoo" when no one was looking.
Lin Yu opened his backpack and carefully retrieved the "Carved Lacquer Grapevine Pattern Begonia Tray" from yesterday.
The moment the tray appeared, Huang Feirong’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by absolute seriousness.
With one glance at its shape, Shen Buyao could tell it was the same piece as before.
So she stepped aside, letting Huang Feirong inspect it first.
"Exquisite craftsmanship, lifelike details…"
"The layering is something no replica could achieve…"
"The preservation is remarkable—to find something like this at a flea market…"
Shen Buyao stood proudly beside Huang Feirong, hands on her hips:
"See? Didn’t I tell you?"
"I’ve finally found a client who’ll help me save face!"
"Handle it carefully—your family patriarch would skin you alive if you damaged it."
While the two women examined the tray, Lin Yu pulled up Shen Buyao’s information panel.
He wanted to check if the antique dealer had any new quests today.
After learning the price of "room furnishings" in spirit stones, he was feeling particularly "broke."
Any quest rewards he could scrape together, he’d take.
[Shen Buyao]
[Age: 27]
[Sect Status: Elder of the Artisan’s Pavilion, Hidden Vein of the Mystic Gate]
[Host Affinity Level: 26% (Second Realm, Casual Acquaintance)]
[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): (Host status insufficient, details locked)]
[Attributes/Skills: (Host status insufficient, details locked)]
[Other Information: (Host status insufficient, details locked)]
[Current Quest:]
[Illusion Artifact Competition (Urgent Quest): The Artisan’s Pavilion Elder is deeply obsessed with the field of illusion artifacts…]
【Seeking Treasures (Daily Quest): Mundane objects, rare artifacts...】
【Rest and Recovery (Daily Quest): ...The elder of the Heavenly Craft Pavilion has been unable to sleep properly for years and requires elixirs to regulate his qi and blood.】
Alright, alright.
Aside from the intimacy level being slightly higher than expected,
there haven’t been any changes in the other quests.
No idea what "mundane object" Antique Sister is looking for in 【Seeking Treasures】.
No reaction to the Haitang Plate.
What about the other two items in his possession?
Seems like it’s worth trying them out later.
As for the other daily quest, perhaps the medicinal congee he brews could help?
The real challenge is that their sleep schedules are completely mismatched.
To meet the conditions, he’d have to accommodate Antique Sister’s biological clock.
"College boy, are you a tomb raider? Where’d you get this stuff?"
Huang Feirong suddenly blurted out an unprofessional question.
Shen Buyao immediately interjected,
"College boy, you don’t have to answer!"
"Damn flirt, can’t you be a little more professional?"
Huang Feirong rubbed her gloves and said,
"What’s wrong with asking? I’m not in your line of work anyway."
"Getting bossed around at home, and now even you’re bossing me around."
"Fine, I won’t ask. If you’re sure about selling this piece, I can definitely help."
"College boy, with a rare treasure like this, I’ll surely regain my family’s respect!"
As she spoke,
Huang Feirong’s gaze toward Lin Yu even carried a hint of "flattery."
Shen Buyao translated,
"The Huang family specializes in the Ghost Market auctions."
"Don’t let her wild act fool you—her connections are solid."
"See how Sister’s looking out for you? Hooked you up with such a powerful contact!"
Lin Yu feigned shyness and smiled, then added,
"If it sells, I’ll definitely thank both sisters."
"Sisters, there’s one more thing... Do you think..."
"Could you help me sell these two as well?"
...
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
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!
