Dinnertime.
[Ding!]
[God-tier move! An exquisitely delicious spirit cuisine has conquered your dao companions' taste buds! (2 repeats)]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones (2)]
Chen Qimeng: "Xiao Yu, this is amazing! The food outside can't even compare to what you make."
Shen Buyao: "Lin Yu, when did you secretly learn to cook like this? Can I get a second bowl of rice?"
Lin Yu had merely performed some casual culinary maneuvers.
Yet it had already pushed both girls' tastebuds to their limits.
"I just never had much chance to cook before. Summer break is still long though."
"If you ladies would grace me with your presence, I'd be happy to cook daily when we're free."
[Ding!]
[God-tier move (2)...]
Another effortless verbal play, easily netting him another hundred spirit stones.
...
After dinner.
Chen Qimeng insisted the other two rest while she handled cleanup.
As if not contributing would make her die of guilt.
This time Lin Yu didn't argue, letting Chen Qimeng take charge.
He and Shen Buyao went to the first-floor lobby, whispering closely.
Lin Yu: "Yaojie, how's the money preparation going?"
Shen Buyao: "Relax, we've got the full amount ready. We'll meet Big Moo face-to-face at Ghost Market Street tonight."
Lin Yu: "In-person transaction is best. Thanks, Yaojie."
Shen Buyao: "Tch. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?"
Lin Yu: "Fate."
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
[Ding!]
[God-tier move! A soul-piercing coded phrase leaves your dao companion utterly shocked!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
Shen Buyao quickly regained composure:
"W-what nonsense? Such an awkward joke."
Lin Yu secretly reveled in his victory.
Could she even speak properly with her tongue tied in knots?
Awkward? Sure.
But timing and audience made all the difference.
Maintaining perfect seriousness, Lin Yu gazed at Shen Buyao:
"I'm not joking. Dead serious."
"The fortune teller said I'd meet a benefactor this year with great financial fortune."
"Then... I met you."
"Seems pretty accurate to me! As a college freshman, this is definitely a huge windfall!"
"So Yaojie..."
"You must be that destined benefactor!"
[Ding!]
[God-tier move...]
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
What the hell was up with this brat?
Did... did he actually believe in fate too?
Benefactor...
No one had ever called her that before...
Forcing calm, Shen Buyao retorted:
"Pfft, benefactor my ass! Next you'll call me Imperial Concubine!"
"Stop studying that superstitious crap. Modern youth should read more, sleep early, snack less, stay woke."
Lin Yu: "Oh."
Shen Buyao: "That stuff's all scams. Wake up."
Lin Yu: "Oh."
Shen Buyao: "Your jiejie would never believe that."
Lin Yu: "Oh."
A vein throbbed on Shen Buyao's forehead: "You 'oh oh oh', oh your—"
She barely swallowed the impending "mother's head" curse.
Lin Yu internally: Oh?
She actually restrained herself.
Rare indeed!
Seems their relationship upgrade raised her tolerance threshold too.
Regaining her poise, Shen Buyao studied Lin Yu's impassive face, finding him particularly punchable today.
Yet she surprisingly offered:
"We're going to Ghost Market Street later anyway. Wanna come to my room first?"
Lin Yu blinked innocently: "Do what?"
Shen Buyao: "The fuck you think? Wanna do IT? Just chat, dumbass!"
Lin Yu mused:
Whoever did this antique sister's fortune clearly sucked.
Her self-guided romance route was completely off-track—looked like he'd need to handle the follow-through.
After token resistance, Lin Yu followed the antique sister inside.
Contrary to expectations, her room wasn't some classical antique showcase.
Just your standard young woman's quarters.
Except...
Since when did she own lingerie?!
And it was just hanging there—right between the chair and the disciplinary ruler!
Practically spotlighted for maximum visibility!
"Eyes! I'll gouge them out! Rip your head clean off!" Shen Buyao threatened fiercely.
Yet her flustered hands betrayed her, desperately snatching the garment.
First she tried stuffing it in a drawer...
Nope.
Then under the blanket...
Still nope.
Finally securing it beneath her pillow, she scanned the room like a bomb squad technician.
Couldn't blame her really.
Since renting this place, she'd never envisioned male intrusion.
She was practically an anti-man forcefield!
What reckless beast would dare enter her sanctum?
Yet fate works mysteriously.
Who knew the first boy to breach her private world would be... invited by her own hand?
Shen Buyao eyed him suspiciously: "Cat got your tongue?"
Lin Yu murmured: "Pretty."
Shen Buyao: "..."
Lin Yu: "..."
Suddenly Shen Buyao stormed toward him with terrifying momentum, making Lin Yu's heart skip several beats.
Scolding is one thing, but actually hitting him is out of the question, right?
After all, he might not hold back from retaliating.
In the end, Shen Buyao marched up to Lin Yu, hands on her hips, and demanded:
"Hey! You little pervert, be honest… are you trying to hit on me?"
Lin Yu: "…"
What a fierce opening move.
If he said yes, it was definitely a spur-of-the-moment thought.
If he said no, the mood was already set.
According to the usual hierarchy of romantic prospects,
a domineering, hard-to-handle antique of a woman like her should rank outside the top ten.
Who would’ve thought?
Fate had other plans!
Now she was suddenly among the frontrunners.
Since she was so good at rationalizing things on her own, Lin Yu didn’t need to put on an act.
He glanced at Shen Buyao’s "landing strip"…
Sigh.
This would require some long-term nurturing.
Shen Buyao followed his gaze and looked down at herself:
"You bastard, Lin Yu! Your eyes just gave you away!"
"Tell me, were you already scheming when you brought up those three conditions?"
"Spit it out!!"
"Now, tell me—what exactly are these three things?"
Lin Yu furrowed his brows: "I…"
Before he could answer, Shen Buyao cut him off:
"Hold on, let’s get one thing straight."
"If you dare suggest anything involving taking off pants, I’ll yank your tongue out and roll it up like a Fruit Roll-Up!"
Lin Yu sighed in disappointment: "Huh? I can’t suggest that?"
Shen Buyao’s mind short-circuited: "Wha—? You… you can’t just jump straight to… to that… ugh!"
Lin Yu thought to himself:
Yikes!
This antique sister is dead serious, huh?
She’s really ready to taste the bitterness of love!
Whoever did her fortune-telling—Lin Yu ought to go kneel before them in gratitude.
Lin Yu asked earnestly:
"Then… can I suggest a date instead?"
"Or maybe just a walk in the park together?"
Shen Buyao tilted her chin up:
"Fine. Since I agreed to your three conditions, I have no choice."
"But listen—this is my first time going on a date with a guy, so you better be gentle!"
Lin Yu patted his chest reassuringly:
"Don’t worry. So, should we pick a day?"
Shen Buyao was about to respond when she suddenly tensed up:
"Wait a second…"
"You little punk—are you planning a wild night?!"
…
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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
