Five o'clock in the afternoon.
Pingchuan City Public Security Bureau.
After completing her statement, Chen Qimeng finally reunited with Lin Yu.
"Xiao Yu, are you alright?"
"Did you run into Yi Haizhou? Were you hurt anywhere?"
"Was it you who sent He Jing to the ambulance? Were you scared?"
"It's all my fault! I was so stupid!"
"I didn’t realize it at all—those two were in on it from the very beginning..."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The acting sect leader, now aware of the truth, is deeply grateful for your efforts!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu gently patted Chen Qimeng’s shoulder, letting her calm down first.
Then he reassured her:
"I’m fine, Aunt Qimeng. There’s no need to worry."
"I’ve already told the investigators everything I know."
"They’ll figure things out and reach a conclusion."
"Did you just come back from the hospital? How is He Jing?"
Mentioning He Jing, Chen Qimeng couldn’t hide her resentment—it was written all over her face:
"The police told me everything. She conspired with Yi Haizhou to scam me."
"Yi Haizhou and she knew each other long before this. Even though the officers didn’t spell it out, I can guess what their relationship was."
"And I never noticed a thing before..."
"The doctors said she’ll live, but thanks to Yi Haizhou... she’s in a vegetative state now. The chances of her waking up are slim."
Lin Yu’s expression remained unchanged. He wasn’t surprised by this outcome.
When he went upstairs earlier and saw He Jing beaten to such a state, he knew her chances were slim.
The fact that she survived at all was a testament to her tough fate.
As for Yi Haizhou, there was no escape for him either.
While the two were giving their statements, Lin Yu had already used his "super hearing" to eavesdrop on the detectives at the entrance.
Yi Haizhou had been detained on the spot at a highway checkpoint.
While trying to abandon his car and flee, he was hit by a civilian vehicle, breaking his leg.
For these two lovers to end up like this—it was nothing but their own doing.
Lin Yu’s cleanup was simple.
He fulfilled his duty as a responsible citizen.
After going upstairs and witnessing He Jing’s condition, he promptly called the police and an ambulance.
When the police contacted him later, he returned to the station to give his statement.
The only evidence directly linking Lin Yu to the case was He Jing’s chat logs.
At most, he was a young man nearly tempted by beauty—a mistake easily made at his age.
Beyond that, there was nothing else to investigate.
The email exposing Yi Haizhou was sent from He Jing’s account, using her home IP.
As for Yi Haizhou’s so-called "chat records," no trace remained on his phone.
Even if Yi Haizhou’s later verbal testimony implicated Lin Yu, there was no evidence to support it...
In a small second-tier city, a "caught red-handed" attempted crime of passion wasn’t complicated enough to warrant deeper scrutiny.
If Lin Yu had been worried about trouble, he wouldn’t have orchestrated this revenge in the first place.
Several days had passed since his rebirth.
Now, he had finally "settled the score" with the two who had once killed Aunt Qimeng.
If he hadn’t done this, it would have festered in his heart forever.
...
On the way home, as Chen Qimeng listened to Lin Yu’s further explanation, even the last shred of sympathy she had for He Jing’s vegetative state vanished completely:
"He Jing is truly despicable!"
"She actually sent you... those kinds of messages in private!"
"Xiao Yu, you..."
Halfway through, Chen Qimeng hesitated, searching for the right words.
She didn’t know how to phrase it without sounding awkward.
Lin Yu, reading her expression, knew exactly what she was thinking.
"Aunt Qimeng, you’re worried she might have succeeded in tricking me into... losing my innocence, right?"
Chen Qimeng averted her eyes awkwardly: "..."
That was indeed what she meant.
But hearing Lin Yu say it outright made her feel strange asking such a question herself.
"Do I really seem that dumb and reckless?"
"So in Aunt Qimeng’s eyes, I’m the kind of guy who can’t resist a pretty face?"
Lin Yu deliberately feigned a disappointed look.
Seeing this, Chen Qimeng hurriedly explained:
"No, Xiao Yu, I-I didn’t mean it like that!"
"He Jing is so scheming, I was just a little... just a tiny bit worried about you."
"Not exactly worried—I know you’re upright and principled, really!"
Lin Yu quite enjoyed teasing her.
Watching her flustered reaction, he added:
"Don’t worry, I’m still pure and untainted, holding firmly to my principles."
"I only agreed to meet He Jing to see what she was plotting."
"Earlier, I saw her getting cozy with Yi Haizhou on the street."
"I already knew they were up to no good!"
"I just didn’t expect..."
"That they’d turn on each other so viciously. It was truly horrifying."
Indeed, "horrifying" was the perfect word for it.
Chen Qimeng sighed weakly, recalling her past interactions with He Jing.
If not for Xiao Yu by her side, she’d probably still be dancing to He Jing’s tune right now.
"Auntie Qimeng, after we get home, let's not mention this incident to our housemates."
"They're all girls, and a murder case might scare them."
Chen Qimeng nodded quickly and replied earnestly:
"Xiao Yu, I was just about to remind you of the same thing. If possible, don’t bring this up with anyone around us."
Unlike Lin Yu,
Chen Qimeng wasn’t worried about frightening others.
Instead, she was concerned that since Lin Yu had spoken with He Jing and even visited her new home alone,
if others found out,
it might harm Xiao Yu’s reputation.
Once they reached an agreement,
Lin Yu shifted the conversation to lighten the mood, bringing up Xia Yiwei’s plan to treat everyone to a meal at "Gourmet Street."
At this hour, Chen Qimeng naturally wouldn’t return to her flower shop.
As the "lady of the house,"
she was more than happy to welcome their new member, Maomao, with a shared meal where everyone could introduce themselves.
Even if Xia Yiwei hadn’t offered to treat them,
Chen Qimeng would have prepared a home-cooked meal to celebrate Maomao’s arrival.
The moment they stepped back into the apartment building,
a system notification chimed in Lin Yu’s mind.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have completed the urgent mission: "Hunting the Demon!"
[Thanks to your intervention, the Joyous Sect’s foundation is now fully secured, eliminating all future threats to its growth!]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 600 Spirit Stones, and 1 free draw in the System Mall.]
[Ding!]
[New urgent mission issued: While the "Haven of Mortal Desires" has gained your protection, the sect currently lacks recreational facilities beyond the cave dwellings and public cultivation grounds. Please locate a suitable immortal mountain within the designated area to serve as an exclusive leisure retreat for sect members!]
[Designated scope: This residential community.]

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?!

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!

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.”