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.]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
