"Mom! Did you get it on camera?"
"Why isn’t it taking the banana?"
After Young Master Yi tossed the banana over, Monkey King Thirteen didn’t even bat an eyelid.
What’s so special about a rotten banana?
Could it possibly compare to watching "Monkey King: Hero is Back"?
Lin Yu strolled toward a more open area.
He could feel the gaze of Thirteen and the other monkeys fixed on his every move.
"Teacher Tang, why can he go over and feed the monkeys bananas, but we can’t?"
A little girl watched eagerly, clearly envious of Young Master Yi’s reckless behavior.
Tang Yimian immediately responded,
"That’s very dangerous. We shouldn’t imitate such behavior."
"What did I teach you in class? What does true bravery mean?"
The little girl answered,
"True bravery means protecting yourself, not challenging danger."
Tang Yimian patted the girl’s head, visibly pleased.
Lin Yu listened, admiration swelling in his heart.
As a language teacher, his senior truly was exceptional.
Even with someone leading the charge to "take risks," the children under her care, though envious, didn’t follow suit.
Time’s about right.
It’s time to teach these kids a lesson during their outing.
"Come here."
Lin Yu crouched down and beckoned to Monkey King Thirteen.
Thirteen ignored the banana in front of it and bounded eagerly toward Lin Yu.
"Hey! Step back, step back!"
"Sir, be careful! That’s the Monkey King—the most aggressive one! You should—"
Before the staff member could finish shouting, Thirteen had already reached Lin Yu and timidly crouched before him.
Its round, chubby frame and nervous expression made it look like a child caught misbehaving.
"Monkey King Thirteen is so well-behaved! It actually crouched in front of Teacher Lin!"
"Wow, is Teacher Lin really an animal trainer?"
"Let me take a picture—Xiao Tong, can you move your shoulder a bit?"
"Is Teacher Lin talking to Thirteen? Can Thirteen really understand him?"
"Ha! What did I tell you? Didn’t I say how amazing Teacher Lin is? Come here, I’m gonna flick you!"
"..."
Tang Yimian, seeing this, called out nervously,
"Junior Lin Yu, step back a little. Don’t let it scratch you."
Lin Yu reassured her,
"Don’t worry, Senior."
"I used to play with monkeys in the mountains back home."
"They won’t hurt me. This one doesn’t seem hostile either."
Maomao, blending in with the elementary schoolers, clasped her hands behind her back, her expression deadly serious.
This effortless control over the "king of the mountain"—was it really some kind of witchcraft, like the kids were saying?
Just what can’t ZerO do?
[Ding!]
[Show-off move: Casually commanding a spiritual monkey with divine prowess, leaving the outer sect disciples utterly stunned!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "..."
Why is Maomao joining in on the nonsense?
Does she actually believe I can control monkeys?
How can anyone buy into something so absurd?
No helping it.
With so many people around, any secret "plotting" was impossible.
He’d have to rely on this "fake Monkey King" to issue orders and carry out the plan.
Hearing Lin Yu’s earlier words to the outsiders, Monkey King Thirteen grew even more submissive.
It understands…
It actually understands!
And that overwhelming aura, that mental pressure Lin Yu exuded when calling it over—
Who else but the legendary "Great Sage Who Stirred the Heavens" could wield such divine power?
The "mountains back home" the King mentioned…
Could it be the real Flower-Fruit Mountain?!
Seizing the one-on-one moment, Lin Yu lowered his voice and asked sternly,
"So, you’re the little rascal using my name, calling yourself the ‘Water Curtain Cave Monkey King’?"
Thirteen’s eyes brimmed with terror:
"Eeek, eek-ek-ek-ek!"
Its frantic, unintelligible explanation was pure pleading.
"Fine. Since you’ve been protecting your troop, I’ll let it slide today."
"See that fat guy over there?"
"He’s one of the Jade Emperor’s lackeys, sent to spy on me. Wait for my signal."
"All of you—attack him. Teach him a lesson!"
With that,
Clatter-clatter!
Lin Yu shook an empty water bottle:
"We’ll… let the fallen cup be the signal!"
As their conversation wrapped up, Young Master Yi, previously ignored, scurried over with a grin.
Lin Yu shot a glance, and Thirteen immediately bolted back to the troop to relay the Great Sage’s decree.
Young Master Yi, banana in hand, froze.
Then he snapped irritably,
"Why’d it run off? It was just talking to you!"
"Call it back, will you?"
Lin Yu’s inner voice:
The hell I owe you?
Think the whole world’s your dad, obliged to indulge you?
Outwardly, he remained calm:
"It seems a little upset. I doubt it’ll come back."
"Classmate, you really shouldn’t get too close. Safety first, yeah?"
Young Master Yi wasn’t listening.
When begging Lin Yu failed, he naturally went to pester his dear father.
Lin Yu returned to the student group.
Now, the kids’ eyes sparkled with hero worship.
"Teacher Lin, were you really talking to Monkey King Thirteen just now? What did it say?"
"Teacher Lin, you can actually understand Monkey King’s words!"
"Teacher Lin, I was the first one to say you’re an animal trainer!"
"Teacher Lin, look at the photo I took—you and Monkey King Thirteen together!"
"Teacher Lin…"
In an instant, Lin Yu became the star of the group.
Tang Yimian smiled and said,
"Class, one at a time. Don’t overwhelm Teacher Lin with your excitement."
Lin Yu raised a hand to quiet them:
"Alright, settle down. I’m not as amazing as you think."
"How could anyone understand monkey talk?"
"Honestly, Monkey King Thirteen still seemed a bit agitated earlier. Everyone, stay cautious!"
The kids, hanging onto his every word, nodded eagerly and huddled closer together.
Unfortunately,
Some people still treated his warning as background noise…
Beyond the safety barrier, a staff member called out again:
"Director Yi, you’ve gone too far past the line. Please step back."
Director Yi wasn’t listening.
His little tyrant was still clinging to him.
"It won’t come!"
"I tried calling it—didn’t you see? It ignored me!"
"Go on, go find your mom!"
After shaking off his son, Director Yi pulled out his phone and edged even closer, determined to snap a selfie with the Monkey King.
Not far away,
Lin Yu smirked meaningfully—
Thud!
"Oops. Did I just drop my water bottle?"
...
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!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
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?!
