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?!"
…
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.”
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
