You're back so early tonight.
With plenty of time to spare, it’s perfect for spending more moments with Auntie Qimeng.
To help ease her nervousness,
the first twenty minutes of the foot soak were just that—simple and soothing.
Apart from the initial touches and drying her feet with a towel, Lin Yu refrained from any mischief that might ruin the mood.
During the soak,
Lin Yu reminisced about his embarrassing school days, sharing each story with Auntie Qimeng.
He talked about the male classmates he’d run into today, how they whispered behind his back about his family, and how he’d struggled to process it all back then.
That’s why he’d occasionally taken out his frustrations on Auntie Qimeng.
Even if the demonic faction had been reduced to "corpses," those corpses still held value.
Sometimes, the dead could be more useful than the living.
As it turned out,
topics like these were the right choice.
Chen Qimeng was that kind of woman.
Hearing about Lin Yu’s "miserable past" gradually softened her own distress,
shifting her heartache toward him instead.
It also made her understand why Lin Yu had been so cold and distant during his first two years of college.
Without thinking, Chen Qimeng reached out, wanting to pat his head and comfort the wounded boy.
Baring one’s emotional scars so casually
was no easy feat.
But just as her fingers brushed his hair, she froze and pulled back.
He Jing might be detestable, but she wasn’t wrong about one thing…
Lin Yu wasn’t a child anymore!
A comforting head pat like this? It felt too much like an adult consoling a kid.
Yet when Chen Qimeng withdrew her hand, she caught Lin Yu’s gaze flickering toward her palm.
For a moment,
she was at a loss.
To dispel the awkwardness, she instinctively cupped his face instead.
Lin Yu: "…"
Chen Qimeng: "…"
Their eyes locked.
Chen Qimeng’s heart raced as she hurriedly murmured,
"Lin Yu, it’s… all in the past now."
"Let’s not dwell on what happened before. Let’s move forward together… okay?"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The acting sect master is heartbroken by your past, feeling your pain as her own!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
The tremor in Auntie Qimeng’s voice and the hesitation in her touch didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
She’d meant to pat his head, hadn’t she?
But then she changed her mind…
Lin Yu couldn’t help feeling smug.
Seems like these past few days had been shifting her mindset too.
Now was the time to strike—to secure his position as "sect master" once and for all!
With unwavering determination, he met her gaze. "You’re right, Auntie Qimeng. So now… lie down for me."
Chen Qimeng’s hand against his cheek trembled again. "Huh? L-Lie down?"
"Splash…"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu lifted her feet from the water.
A jolt of electricity—subtle yet undeniable—made Chen Qimeng go weak.
He took a dry towel and gently dabbed away the droplets.
Chen Qimeng considered refusing, insisting on doing it herself.
But then she remembered—
they’d already crossed far more intimate boundaries during the foot soak.
Backing out now… would it upset Lin Yu again?
Tonight, she’d already been called by her full name once. She didn’t want a repeat.
Besides, it was just a simple foot massage. Surely that was fine?
Even if she’d tried to protest, Lin Yu wouldn’t have let her escape.
Every tender motion drew an instant, delicate reaction from Auntie Qimeng.
Having her responses so effortlessly under his control? No way he’d let that slip away.
This time, he’d hold nothing back—[Joyous Phoenix Summoning Finger Technique], executed at full power!
With quiet unease, Chen Qimeng lay back.
Lin Yu moved the foot basin aside and pulled up a stool, positioning himself perfectly.
This angle, this atmosphere—it was the ideal setup, like the best foot parlor in town.
Before diving into the relaxation session,
Lin Yu stood, draping a blanket over Chen Qimeng.
Then, with a thoughtful murmur:
"Auntie Qimeng, it might hurt a little at first. If it does, just tell me."
"And I’ll tell you to bear with it."
"Once you get used to it, the pain will fade."
"Relax, don’t tense up. Ready?"
Chen Qimeng answered softly,
"Mm. Thank you, Lin Yu. You’re working hard."
Hard work?
Who’d be the one working hard soon was up for debate.
Lin Yu took a deep breath, flexed his fingers,
ensuring he was at peak condition to unleash the upgraded [Thunderous Joyous Phoenix Summoning Finger Technique].
Then—
his fingers danced, starting at the Yinbai point, gliding past Dadun, lingering at Lidui, pressing firmly into Neiting.
Next, he traced through Zuqiao, Zhaohai, and Yongquan, applying just the right pressure for a thorough, soothing massage.
One full cycle, then another…
"Ngh… mm!"
Chen Qimeng barely endured the first round before realizing—this was bad.
If she let out any strange noises under Lin Yu’s touch…
how could she ever face him again?
First, she hid half her face under the blanket.
Then—
that wasn’t enough.
In the end, she bit down on the fabric instead…
Minutes later,
Lin Yu paused.
Despite her sensitive physique, Chen Qimeng had shown "remarkable endurance."
Under the relentless assault of his combo techniques, she’d stifled everything beyond a few soft whimpers.
The sounds were under control, sure.
But her body’s reactions?
Like a hooked mermaid thrashing on the shore, her feet trembled with undeniable honesty.
The system’s feedback was just as frank.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! Your masterful fingerwork leaves the acting sect master flustered and spellbound!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Watching Chen Qimeng exhale in relief,
Lin Yu cradled her foot and announced:
"The warm-up’s over, Auntie Qimeng. Now, the real session begins!"
Chen Qimeng gasped,
"W-Wait, that was just the warm-up?!"
Lin Yu’s voice dropped a note,
"Auntie Qimeng… does it feel bad? Do you want to stop?"
"If you’re uncomfortable, I can… end it here."
Auntie Qimeng’s selfless kindness—
rather than letting her waste it on outsiders who’d exploit her,
better to let Lin Yu be the one to benefit.
At least his schemes weren’t after her money.
Hearing the hint of "self-reproach" in his tone,
Chen Qimeng quickly backtracked:
"No, no! Don’t stop, keep going."
Then,
she stuffed the blanket corner back between her teeth…
With her consent secured, Lin Yu grinned and dove into the main event!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?!
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.
