"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?"
...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
