"Eng! Eng!"
"..."
In the public laundry room.
For the first time, Lin Yu felt that the sound of an automatic washing machine could be so melodious.
At the same time.
Three system notifications chimed in succession.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily task "Cleansing Garments of Dust" completed successfully. Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 20 Spirit Stones!]
[Congratulations, Host...]
[Congratulations, Host...]
"Lin Yu, you can go out and have fun if you want."
"There really aren’t that many clothes. I can hang them all by myself—it’s no trouble at all."
Chen Qimeng was being considerate of Lin Yu.
His earlier remark—"I’ll learn to cook for you, Auntie"—had already made her happy enough to last the whole day.
She was even contemplating whether to buy some "intimate apparel" along with the clothes, pants, and shoes she’d picked out.
After all, a young man should have plenty of clean, stylish outfits to boost his appeal to the opposite sex.
"Where would I go this early in the morning?"
"These chores shouldn’t fall on you alone."
"Aren’t I part of this household too?"
"Making your life a little easier brings me more joy than a whole day of fun."
When the time came, Lin Yu would naturally head out to enjoy himself.
But for now, he couldn’t leave.
Their task was to wash the clothes; his was to hang them up.
How could he just stand by and let those Sect Contribution Points and Spirit Stones slip away?
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! By proactively assisting the Acting Sect Leader with sect affairs, you’ve deepened her reliance on you!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
See?
How could he leave now?
Little rewards kept popping up now and then.
If he weren’t still in the "conquest phase," Lin Yu could easily spend all day—no, an entire year—just lazing around at home.
...
In the courtyard.
The Chi sisters were hard at work.
Even though it was only the second day of their "monthly ordeal," they insisted on taking up the duty of sweeping the yard.
Luckily, the courtyard was already quite clean, so it wasn’t much of a hassle.
The main reason was—
The moment they’d all agreed to do laundry together, Chi Qingshui had realized just how reckless her impulsive suggestion had been!
Now, she didn’t dare linger in the main hall any longer.
She had to find something to do—a natural excuse to slip away from Lin Yu’s side.
As she swept, Chi Qingshui’s mind was still preoccupied.
Would Lin Yu read too much into it?
Why did she keep feeling this growing urge... to get closer to him?
"Sis?"
A soft voice whispered beside her ear.
Startled out of her thoughts, Chi Qingshui’s heart skipped a beat.
"Ah?!"
"Qingchi! Don’t just float over and talk like that!"
"You scared me half to death..."
Chi Qingchi eyed her sister with a mischievous glint.
She’d been standing nearby the whole time.
Clearly, her sister had been too lost in thought to notice.
Hmm...
Should she try asking?
After so many years of living side by side, Chi Qingshui knew that look well.
Whenever her sister wore that expression, she was scheming something.
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Her attention had been so fixated on Lin Yu—worrying whether he’d overthink things—that she’d nearly forgotten about her sister’s "inner mischief-maker."
Could she...
Have noticed something?
"Why are you staring? Is there still flour on my face?"
Chi Qingshui launched a preemptive strike, though her voice lacked conviction.
Chi Qingchi sidled up to her sister.
In a whisper meant only for the two of them, she asked slyly:
"Sis, tell me..."
"If our clothes are washed with Lin Yu’s..."
"Will we end up smelling like him?"
Chi Qingshui’s eyes widened: "!!!"
What kind of outrageous question was that?!
No—
Maybe this was her sister’s roundabout way of probing.
She knew her too well.
When it came to beating around the bush, Qingchi was a master.
She was a little monster who could sniff out the faintest whiff of mischief!
Stay calm. Hold steady. Don’t show even a hint of panic...
How would she normally react?
After a brief daze, Chi Qingshui’s gaze cleared, regaining its usual composure.
She tossed her broom to the ground.
Chi Qingchi: "!!!"
Oh no.
She’s gonna do it!
Little sister’s reflexes were no match for big sister’s speed.
In the next instant, Qingchi’s ear was firmly pinched between Qingshui’s fingers.
"Ow ow ow~"
Chi Qingchi yelped in pain.
Meanwhile, Chi Qingshui summoned her most authoritative big-sister tone:
"Chi Qingchi! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?"
"Have you been hanging out with some shady friends lately? Where did you even learn to say things like that?"
"Confess now, and I might go easy on you."
Chi Qingchi’s suspicions faded by 90%.
This was the sister she knew.
So maybe these past two days, her unusual softness was just due to the discomfort of her "monthly ordeal"?
Chi Qingchi hurried to explain:
"Nothing like that! I was just wondering... Do you like Lin Yu?"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Too close!
That was way too close!
She’d almost slipped up.
From now on, even her own sister couldn’t be trusted.
Chi Qingshui: "How could I possibly like him?"
Chi Qingchi: "Good! Then let go, Sis! I was wrong—I’ll never do it again!"
Chi Qingshui: "It’s just laundry. Why are you so fixated on Lin Yu? Are you the one secretly crushing on him?"
Chi Qingchi: "No way! I only like 2D boys!"
Chi Qingshui (internally): Good.
...
Unaware of the sisters’ squabble in the yard, Lin Yu continued his tasks.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily task "Drying Immortal Robes" completed successfully. Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 20 Spirit Stones!]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily task "Disposing of Filth" completed successfully. Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 20 Spirit Stones!]
After leisurely finishing the chores—hanging clothes and taking out the trash—he’d earned another 100 Sect Contribution Points and 40 Spirit Stones.
A fruitful morning harvest.
Lin Yu changed into loose, comfortable clothes and styled his hair "like a proper adult."
This morning was destined to be a storm of fists and fury.
He’d made plans with the Xia sisters to meet at their martial arts hall by 9 a.m. sharp.
Today, Lin Yu was going to take on a whole squad single-handedly!
"Ong! Ong!"
"..."
Just as he reached the neighborhood gate, the familiar roar of an engine reached his ears.
No need to guess—his "discount disciple" had come to pick him up.
Today, Xia Yiwei was dressed in...
"Eh? You—"
"Why are you dressed like that?"
Lin Yu stared at the "nurse uniform"-clad girl astride the "steel beast" of a motorcycle, feeling like he’d stepped into some avant-garde performance art.
Xia Yiwei retorted matter-of-factly:
"I’m on duty! What, you gonna pay my bills if I don’t work?"
"After your match, I’ve gotta rush back to the hospital. Late again, and the head nurse will skin me alive!"
"Little Master, missing my leather pants already?"
Lin Yu: "..."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
