The three roommates listened to Shi Yanhai's clumsy attempt at fishing for information.
One by one, they couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Trying to show off in front of girls, keeping benefits to himself and lying to his bros—
Did he really think a half-hearted apology would smooth things over?
Sure, friendships between guys aren’t built on petty drama.
But that doesn’t mean anyone’s a fool, completely oblivious to the little schemes being played.
Gou Feng: "Why don’t you believe me? I can smell it!"
Gao Yumin: "Lin Yu’s way too slick, way out of your league. And the people around him… pretty intimidating. Hai, you should just let it go."
Zhao Bin: "I actually think if the club president route’s a dead end, you could try working on Lin Yu instead!"
Gou Feng: "Smart! Since we all live together anyway, who cares who you ask for info?"
Gao Yumin: "That… kinda makes sense."
But these three weren’t giving advice out of kindness.
They were just scheming to make sure Shi Yanhai took the full brunt of the fallout.
You quietly wrecked your bros’ paradise?
Don’t expect them not to clip your wings in return.
Yet—
The moment those words left their mouths,
Shi Yanhai’s face twisted in pain. He sighed and said,
"Thanks, bros. I know you’ve got my back."
"As for Lin Yu… I already messaged him too."
The three spoke in unison: "And?"
Shi Yanhai didn’t even bother explaining. He just pulled out his phone and shared the brief, disjointed chat log with Lin Yu.
「(15:02) Shi Yanhai: Yu, you busy right now?」
「(16:07) Lin Yu: Sorry, Class Prez. Got tied up earlier and missed your message.」
「(16:07) Shi Yanhai: No worries. Got something to talk to you about. Free now?」
「(18:12) Lin Yu: Sorry again, swamped today. Just got pulled into something else.」
「(18:12) Shi Yanhai: Haha, no problem. How about now?」
That was it.
By now, almost 8 PM, Lin Yu still hadn’t replied.
Forget trying to pry info out of him—
Getting a single response was like pulling teeth!
...
8:30 PM.
Half an hour until the Ghost Market opened.
[Ding!]
[Masterful Move! Your Dao Companion remains chaste for you, cutting off all outside ties—a true act of devotion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu walked side by side with Shen Buyao, heading toward the Treasureless Pavilion.
Hearing the system’s notification, he wasn’t the least bit surprised.
Seems like our poor class president got the cold shoulder from his little crush too.
Might as well throw him a bone.
Lin Yu pulled out his phone…
「Lin Yu: Really sorry, Prez. Got tied up again. Had a mountain of laundry today.」
After sending it,
He thoughtfully tapped on Shi Yanhai’s profile and set it to "Do Not Disturb."
When he’d see the next message? That was up to fate.
Back in her element, Shen Buyao had reverted to her "little hellion" persona.
The walk gave Lin Yu another earful of her unfiltered charm.
"Hey, Boss Yao! Brought a friend today?"
Shen Buyao: "None of your damn business. You’ve got leeks stuck in your teeth and you’re still grinning like an idiot!"
"Boss Yao, may fortune smile on you!"
Shen Buyao: "Screw your grandpa twice over! Just seeing you kills my luck. Get lost!"
"Boss Yao, about the other day—"
Shen Buyao: "Shut your trap! Try selling me junk again and I’ll flip your stall!"
Lin Yu: "..."
People, huh.
They really do come alive on their home turf.
When Shen Buyao got going, even stray dogs passing by caught an earful.
Wondered if the system could cough up a couple bottles of mute potion…
Arriving at the Treasureless Pavilion,
Lin Yu was surprised to see lights on inside.
And the faint sound of footsteps—someone was in there!
Huang Feirong? Or Shen Jiuyi?
Either would make sense.
Tonight was the deal night, after all.
Soon,
His question was answered.
"Big Cow! Come greet the guest. I brought him."
Shen Buyao shouted as soon as she stepped in.
Then,
A petite figure emerged from the inner hall—Shen Jiuyi, Shen Buyao’s aunt.
"Lin Yu, hello."
Shen Jiuyi greeted him with detached politeness.
But her gaze lingered on Shen Buyao.
Sensing the scrutiny, Shen Buyao’s eyes darted away.
Lin Yu didn’t miss the subtle tension between them.
Something’s off.
Last time they were together,
Shen Buyao was the one radiating dominance. Why so skittish today?
Then,
Shen Jiuyi turned to Lin Yu and asked, in a deceptively calm voice:
"Did Yao Yao chase after you?"
Shen Buyao: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "???"
Chase?
Not the "you run, I chase" kind, right?
As in… romantically?
What kind of bombshell question is this, dropped so casually?!
But—
Shen Jiuyi’s question gave Lin Yu another clue…
Shen Buyao’s interest in him stemmed from a "fortune teller’s" guidance.
Given her pride,
If she’d gotten such a reading, she’d never share it with Shen Jiuyi…
Unless Shen Jiuyi—
Was the mystical "fortune teller" herself!
With Shen Buyao’s evasive look and her unwavering pursuit of Lin Yu,
It all clicked!
"Big Cow! Did you eat something rotten?!"
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!"
"Since when have I—since when have I ever chased a man?!"
Shen Buyao planted her hands on her hips, loudly backpedaling.
Lin Yu tuned her out, trying to pull up Shen Jiuyi’s info panel.
Like last time, most of it was garbled code.
But amidst the chaos, one line stood out clear as day—
[Skill: Purple Star Divination (remaining data unavailable)]
The fortune teller really was Shen Jiuyi!
Her own aunt, pushing her niece toward Lin Yu?
Purple Star Divination!
That esoteric-sounding astrological method—
Back in his playboy days, Lin Yu had dabbled in some of its basics.
Never thought he’d meet an actual divination expert!
If everything else was scrambled except this one skill…
Maybe…
Thinking fast,
Lin Yu summoned the [Ghost Hand Talisman]!
Then—
He took a deep breath and activated the draw.
[Ding!]
[Ghost Hand Talisman activated…]
[Target: %￥@#@!]
[Congratulations! Acquired skill: Purple Star Divination!]
[Purple Star Divination: The stars chart fate in nine palaces; mortal lives bow to destiny’s call. Sun and moon pivot the cosmic board, yet fortune shifts where wills stand tall.]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Success!
First try!
Now he, too, was a master of Purple Star Divination!
"Lin Yu, are you spacing out?"
Shen Jiuyi’s voice snapped him back to reality.
...
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.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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!
