After inputting 400 sect contribution points,
The colossal roulette wheel illusion reappeared in his mind.
Unlike before, this time there were two spinning pointers.
Soon, the pointers gradually came to a halt, revealing the prizes...
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a physical reward: Bone-Tempering Body Forging Pill!]
[Description: Bones sturdy as bedrock withstand immense force, flesh tough as iron breaks through all obstacles, movements fluid as a roaming dragon, walking and sitting with effortless grace.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a technique reward: Joyous Phoenix-Luring Finger Technique!]
[Description: With nimble finger movements, the meridians of the feet are fully unblocked, weariness vanishes as body and mind refresh, beauty flocks like phoenixes drawn to its call.]
The first reward materialized into a tangible pill.
With a mere thought, Lin Yu summoned it into his hand.
His first prize had been a Beauty Enhancement Pill.
This time, the pill could be simply described as a "Body Refinement Pill."
The second reward transformed into a mastered technique, merging directly into Lin Yu’s consciousness.
He flexed his fingers slightly and muttered:
"If I ever lose my job, maybe I can try out as a foot massage therapist?"
"Joyous Phoenix-Luring Finger Technique... damn, that’s pretentiously poetic!"
All that flowery description...
In reality,
Wasn’t it just a skilled foot massage technique?
Thanks to his past life’s extensive experience as a customer,
The techniques he’d mastered now surpassed 99% of the legit therapists out there.
He ought to find a test subject later and see what the hell this "phoenix-luring" business was all about.
As for the [Bone-Tempering Body Forging Pill], Lin Yu didn’t hesitate—he popped it straight into his mouth.
With this pill, he’d finally have the means to make idiots think twice before running their mouths.
Swallowing it down, he felt as if a scalding hot water bag had been stuffed inside him.
The burning sensation was so intense that Lin Yu gritted his teeth.
At the same time, he could sense subtle transformations occurring in his body.
Fortunately, the searing heat didn’t last long.
"Hah..."
Exhaling a breath of hot air, his entire body felt incredibly light—the pill had perfectly integrated into his system.
Lin Yu clenched his fist experimentally, and the surge of power made him itch to punch something.
"Lin Yu, I’m all changed!"
Chi Qingchi dashed over in a skimpy Rem outfit, her playful expression utterly adorable.
The classic maid dress, paired with white thigh-highs and glimpses of snow-white skin, was the perfect blend of allure and cuteness.
Whether it was the pill’s lingering effects or Chi Qingchi’s overwhelming charm,
Lin Yu quickly adjusted his stance, doing his best to hide the reaction below his waist.
Then, he gave her a thumbs-up.
"Perfect! I knew I had a good eye!"
Outside the store, in the hallway,
Zhou Yang and Hao Qian, the couple, were preparing to leave with the utterly dejected Zhao Yuhao in tow.
But of all the rotten luck,
Hao Qian spotted Chi Qingchi in her Rem cosplay inside the shop, with Lin Yu affectionately patting her head.
"Didn’t they say they were going home? Why are they still—"
Halfway through her sentence, she noticed the boys’ gazes and swallowed the rest.
Zhao Yuhao’s arm trembled miserably.
Death would’ve been kinder.
These two were twisting the knife—no, rubbing salt into the wound!
And doing it so brazenly!
Zhou Yang patted Zhao Yuhao’s shoulder sympathetically.
"Let it go, little Yuhao."
"No matter how good she is, she’s someone else’s. We just don’t have that kind of luck."
...
Lin Yu and Chi Qingchi strolled around until nearly 11 p.m. before finally calling a cab home, thoroughly satisfied.
They hadn’t managed to buy the tarot cards or cat-girl bell from their daily quest,
But today had already been plenty rewarding.
No need to force things.
On the way back,
Lin Yu received a WeChat message from Chen Qimeng,
Saying she’d be back by noon to cook and that he should come home for lunch.
After an all-nighter of drinking and gaming at the internet café,
Followed by a half-day shopping spree,
The exhaustion hit Lin Yu hard in the backseat of the taxi.
He told Chi Qingchi to wake him when they arrived, then settled in for a nap.
Chi Qingchi, bursting with youthful energy, kept herself busy in the car.
Snapping selfie after selfie,
Not just of her Rem-inspired hairstyle but also cradling Lin Yu’s 2399-yen Zoro figure for commemorative shots.
Once she’d captured enough memories,
Chi Qingchi reflected on the day’s events and found herself gazing at the sleeping Lin Yu...
Had they just not interacted enough before?
She’d never realized how witty and sharp-minded Lin Yu was—not to mention his decent looks.
Aside from his surface-level horniness, he didn’t seem to have any major flaws.
All of today’s joy had come from him.
Wanting to preserve the happy memories, Chi Qingchi picked up her phone again.
Using the dozing Lin Yu as a backdrop, she snapped a two-person selfie.
"Hehe..."
After taking it, she eagerly opened her photo editor.
Zooming in on Lin Yu’s section, she suddenly noticed... a certain "Wanwan Crispy Ice" standing tall near his stomach!
Chi Qingchi instantly locked her screen in reflex!
This damn pervert! Was he having some kind of weird dream?!
She froze for several seconds.
Then, sneaking glances at the still-sleeping Lin Yu,
Human nature being what it is,
The harder she tried to ignore it, the more her brain screamed: IT’S RIGHT THERE!
So,
After the first stolen look, her eyes darted back for a second.
Then a third. Fourth. Fifth...
She even held up her phone for comparison, her expression shifting to shock.
Mid-measurement, she suddenly noticed...
Lin Yu was wide awake, staring straight at her!
"Eek—!"
Chi Qingchi yelped, nearly dropping her phone.
"I—I wasn’t... Lin Yu, you’ve got it all wrong—"
Lin Yu blinked innocently.
"Got what wrong? I wasn’t thinking anything."
Chi Qingchi exhaled in relief.
Phew, she’d overreacted.
He’d been asleep the whole time—he probably hadn’t noticed a thing.
But then,
Lin Yu added:
"Next time, just ask if you want a look. I’ll give you the uncensored version—no need to peek."
Chi Qingchi’s face burned crimson. She had no comeback.
Damn her curiosity!
Lin Yu smirked inwardly.
Caught red-handed.
He hadn’t been pretending to sleep, nor was it some sixth sense.
A sudden [Temporary Quest] alert in his mind had jolted him awake.
And the first thing he saw was Chi Qingchi’s measuring act.
After teasing her,
Lin Yu opened his system interface.
Time to check the newly refreshed temporary quest.
[Ding!]
[Time-Sensitive Quest Issued: Crisis approaches! The Acting Sect Leader is under repeated assault by a rampaging spirit beast within the sect grounds! Within the time limit, assist the Acting Sect Leader in subduing the beast and protect the sect’s medicinal herbs and spiritual plants from destruction!]
[Time Limit: 30 minutes.]
[Reward: 50 Sect Contribution Points, 100 Spirit Stones.]
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
