A sensation as soft as boneless silk rippled from the soles of her feet through her entire body.
Chen Qimeng bit her lip, utterly defenseless against Lin Yu's movements in the footbath, unable to muster any resistance.
[Ding!]
[Masterful maneuver! Every subtle action executed with precision, entirely under the host's control, has thrown the acting sect leader into emotional turmoil!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
In Lin Yu's eyes,
the cyan-blue sash wrapped around the Daoist robe had loosened slightly, disturbed by a faint pinkish aura.
The acting sect leader's power was truly extraordinary!
When the sensation hit just right, even the energy she emitted carried an ethereal, "immortal" quality.
He should've noticed this sooner!
The [Phoenix-Luring Pleasure Fingers] technique was practically tailor-made for Auntie Qimeng!
All those times he'd wasted the skill's potential, merely massaging her "shoulders" at the flower shop...
"That's it, lift it just a little higher."
"I'll support you, and you can lean into me too."
"Does that feel better now?"
Lin Yu watched Chen Qimeng's tightly pressed lips,
insisting on hearing her reaction.
Just as he'd guessed,
even Chen Qimeng herself couldn't understand why his touch elicited such a response.
He... he was the child of the "big sister next door" from years ago.
She'd watched over him for so long.
He Jing's teasing remarks were just jokes—they couldn't possibly become reality!
Besides,
Chen Qimeng had been single all these years.
She'd never imagined another man could ever intrude into her life...
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
At this realization,
her body and mind trembled violently.
When... when had she started seeing Xiao Yu as a man?
Had this shift only begun recently?
"It does feel better..."
"Actually, you don’t need to go to so much trouble."
"Xiao Yu, just relax and soak. I can... adjust my feet myself."
Even as she resisted,
Chen Qimeng carefully chose her words to avoid hurting the young man's pride.
Seeing his "innocent" expression only made her more determined not to wound him.
She was the one overthinking—Xiao Yu had done nothing wrong!
Unbeknownst to her,
every flicker of complex emotion on Chen Qimeng's face was captured by the "seasoned" Lin Yu.
Today's gains were already substantial.
Pushing further now might disrupt the gradual evolution of their relationship.
He couldn’t let Auntie Qimeng realize "there’s something off about Xiao Yu."
Otherwise,
given this woman's stubborn principles,
she’d become hyper-aware of every future interaction.
Still, the night wasn’t without its rewards.
At the very least, he’d uncovered "Auntie’s key" and "Auntie’s secret"...
As Chen Qimeng's heart raced in chaos, Lin Yu tactfully retreated.
Casually shifting his feet back to his side of the tub, he said:
"Alright, Auntie Qimeng, find your angle—I’ll stop helping now."
"This warm, swelling sensation is really nice though."
"After long walks, can I come to your room daily to share your footbath?"
"I’m not greedy—just half this space is enough, haha."
With Lin Yu's "withdrawal,"
the strange sensations plaguing Chen Qimeng faded, restoring her calm.
Faced with his seemingly innocent request devoid of "ulterior motives,"
how could she refuse?
Chen Qimeng replied tenderly:
"Of course, sweetheart."
"If you like it, you could even take it to your room, and then—"
Lin Yu interrupted: "Auntie Qimeng, do you not want me in your room?"
Chen Qimeng's eyes widened: "No! Absolutely not!"
The pleasant atmosphere—
had she ruined it again with careless words?
So Xiao Yu wanted to visit her room? To spend more time with her?
How could she be so dense, missing his unspoken wish while drowning in her own overthinking?
She hurriedly corrected:
"Xiao Yu, don’t misunderstand."
"You’re always welcome in Auntie’s room!"
Lin Yu's inner monologue:
Yin Susu's theories applied equally to handsome men.
Lin Yu: "Promise?"
Chen Qimeng: "Mm, promise!"
Lin Yu casually leaned back onto the bed, murmuring:
"Being cared for by you feels so good..."
"Auntie Qimeng, your mattress is a bit firm. Should I buy you a new one tomorrow?"
Hearing him spend money again,
Chen Qimeng waved her hands frantically:
"No need! I don’t sleep well on soft beds."
"I’ve used this mattress for years—I might not sleep comfortably without it."
Lin Yu's focus wasn’t entirely on the mattress.
While "testing" its firmness, he naturally picked up a glimmering object from the sheets.
[Ding!]
[Suspected jade hairpin for an immortal’s coiled bun. Though worn, its elegance remains. Special rewards may await if placed upon the fairy?]
The item in Lin Yu's hand was
a multi-pronged "hair claw."
Under the effects of the Forbidden Zone Exploration Talisman,
Chen Qimeng had indeed brought a cyan jade pin.
But in reality,
fresh from her bath with hair still down, she wasn’t wearing the claw.
A system-given opportunity
wasn’t to be wasted.
Even if fixing Auntie Qimeng’s hair mid-footbath seemed... unconventional.
"Auntie Qimeng, you usually wear this?"
"Feels like I've seen it many times, at least a year or two, right?"
Lin Yu asked, grasping for conversation.
Chen Qimeng nodded and replied,
"It's quite convenient. Doesn’t take much time to manage my hair."
"Just roll it up and clip it—super easy."
Lin Yu: "Can I try?"
Chen Qimeng: "Huh? You… your hair wouldn’t hold, would it?"
Lin Yu: "……"
Chen Qimeng blinked: "……"
Lin Yu: "I meant helping you put it on!"
Chen Qimeng: "Oh! That makes sense… but right now?"
Before Chen Qimeng could think further,
Lin Yu had already stood up by stepping on the bucket:
"Auntie, bring your head closer."
Though Chen Qimeng found it a bit odd,
to indulge Lin Yu’s curiosity,
she braced against the chair and leaned forward.
Then, near Lin Yu’s waist, she slowly lowered her head…
Chen Qimeng cooperatively gathered her hair: "Lin Yu, is this okay?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hiss!
Such a two-person posture.
Damn, it dredged up Lin Yu’s long-buried memories.
Making him want to blurt out:
I’m feeling really fired up right now!
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!
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!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
