"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: "..."
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!
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
