Shen Jiuyi noticed the displeasure in Lin Yu's expression.
She added another sentence:
"I just thought that even if I asked, you wouldn’t tell me the truth."
"Telling you so much about Yao Yao was a way of 'striking first.'"
"I don’t expect you to be particularly 'good,' but I hope you’re not outright 'evil.'"
Lin Yu: "..."
So this is what a high-IQ girl is like?
She rambled in circles, only to sum it up with this one line—leaving Lin Yu with a chill down his spine.
Shen Jiuyi…
On the surface, she seemed scatterbrained, blurting things out without being asked.
Yet, deep down, Lin Yu sensed there was more to it.
Lin Yu replied as casually as he could:
"Why wouldn’t I tell the truth?"
"Jiuyi-jie, aren’t you overthinking this?"
Shen Jiuyi paused her tea-drinking, suddenly standing up.
She leaned across the table, locking eyes with Lin Yu:
"In the years of Jia and Ji, Bing leads the way..."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn it!
This woman!
If she had said this ten minutes ago, Lin Yu wouldn’t have had a clue what she was talking about.
But now…
[Purple Star Astrology] had already been integrated into Lin Yu’s skill set.
Every theory and application was etched into his mind.
Shen Jiuyi’s seemingly random phrase was the first line of the "initiation mantra" in Purple Star Astrology.
Using this to test whether Lin Yu understood the system was like using a cultural reference to gauge someone’s background.
He’d acquired the skill too soon!
Now…
Should he pretend ignorance?
But even the slightest shift in expression might give him away—this girl seemed to see through everything.
If she caught him deliberately playing dumb, wouldn’t that just confirm her suspicion that he was dishonest?
Steadying himself, Lin Yu spoke:
"In the years of Yi and Geng, Wu takes the lead."
Shen Jiuyi remained unreadable: "I retract my earlier impolite doubts. Thank you for your honesty."
Lin Yu: "..."
Originally, Lin Yu hadn’t paid Shen Jiuyi much attention.
But this feeling of being anticipated and manipulated was seriously grating on him.
This woman was playing with fire!
Shen Jiuyi didn’t sit back down. Instead, she remained standing, staring at Lin Yu for a long time.
Lin Yu couldn’t take it anymore and snapped:
"Shen Jiuyi, you’ve tested me, we’ve talked."
"If you think I’m unreliable, just tell Yao Yao-jie to keep her distance."
"What’s with the staring? Treating me like a criminal?"
Shen Jiuyi shook her head calmly:
"I won’t interfere with her, nor is it necessary."
"You’re not a prisoner, but you wouldn’t understand the impulsiveness of someone released from confinement. Stopping her would only backfire."
"Right now… I have a personal matter I’d like to ask for your help with."
At the same time, the system’s voice chimed in:
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission issued: Host has mastered the art of divining fate through celestial observation. Please promptly perform a destiny analysis for a lost sect member and guide them back to the fold!]
[Time limit: 72 hours.]
[Reward: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
Lin Yu kept his expression neutral, but inwardly, he already knew what Shen Jiuyi was about to ask.
Purple Star Astrology was a form of fate-reading, and while it didn’t strictly forbid self-divination,
after fully absorbing Shen Jiuyi’s skills, Lin Yu knew their tradition upheld the rule: "Read others, never yourself."
Shen Jiuyi, seemingly detached like a monastic nun,
surprisingly, had worldly troubles of her own.
With this mission now active…
Once completed, he’d probably get to see Shen Jiuyi’s full character profile.
"What’s this personal matter of yours?"
Lin Yu feigned ignorance, waiting for Shen Jiuyi to spell it out.
Shen Jiuyi stepped away from the table, standing before Lin Yu.
Her tone was noticeably more polite now:
"After our transaction is done, could you spare some time to perform a destiny reading for me?"
"This is a private request. If you have conditions or fees, name them."
Lin Yu studied her:
"Earlier, you analyzed Yao Yao-jie’s fate with such confidence."
"You’re clearly no amateur fortune-teller."
"Shouldn’t you be able to roughly deduce your own destiny just by running through your birth chart in your head?"
"Have you really never once tried? Not even a little?"
Shen Jiuyi shook her head:
"Before my grandmother passed, she told me never to use it on myself."
"I trust her, so I’ve never even considered it."
Lin Yu: "..."
Just how disciplined do you have to be to never even entertain the thought?
What an extreme person!
Lin Yu: "Let’s leave it for today. I’ll think it over and maybe reconsider another time."
Shen Jiuyi: "Thank you, Lin Yu. That’s all I wanted to say."
Lin Yu: "..."
He’d half-expected to see disappointment or regret on her face.
But this?
That’s it?
Does this girl even have emotions?
Well, the mission had a 72-hour window. He’d let her stew for a bit.
Let’s see who cracks first!
After their conversation,
Lin Yu stepped outside and found Shen Buyao waiting by an empty stall.
"We’re done. You can go in now."
Hearing Lin Yu’s voice, Shen Buyao jumped up, her expression curious:
"What did that big cow talk to you about for so long?"
"Was she badmouthing me?"
Lin Yu played it cool:
"No one was badmouthing you. She just asked what kind of girls I like, stuff about my personal life."
Shen Buyao: "That’s it?"
Lin Yu: "Yeah, that’s it."
Shen Buyao’s eyes sparkled mischievously: "And? What’d you say?"
Lin Yu shrugged, deliberately vague:
"I told her my parents passed away, so it’s just me and Aunt Qimeng, who took me in."
"I’m studying at Pingchuan University, usually—"
He knew what Shen Buyao wanted to hear but avoided it.
He expected her to press him impatiently,
but instead, she listened intently, even muttering along as if memorizing.
Back when they lived under the same roof,
they’d barely interacted.
Now, it seemed like she was seizing the chance to get to know him properly.
When Lin Yu trailed off,
Shen Buyao kept prodding:
"You were just talking about your major—why stop?"
"So your future career is in TV program planning?"
Lin Yu: "..."
She’s genuinely curious?
"Yao Yao-jie, I just remembered—Jiuyi-jie said we should go in and finish the transaction first. Business before pleasure."
Shen Buyao clapped her hands:
"Right! Almost forgot about that!"
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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
