"One of us?"
"Between our own people..."
"Guess there's no need to be so formal—it'd just make things feel distant!"
Shen Buyao pouted as she pulled a five-nut mooncake from the bag and took a bite.
Gotta admit.
Sheng Ruixiang's craftsmanship really hits the spot—fragrant and sweet.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your warm and considerate words have deepened your partner's affection!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
Lin Yu stepped out with the gift box, already unfazed by the system's notifications.
Honestly,
taking your partner out for a casual stroll isn’t a bad idea at all.
Dropping a few smooth lines here and there, raking in the rewards—feels pretty damn good!
The reason he bought the mooncake gift box now?
Wang Biao had texted him around noon, saying he’d swing by the commercial district in the afternoon.
They’d agreed to meet up and discuss the properties Wang had scouted for him.
Since he’d asked for the favor, showing up empty-handed wouldn’t be right.
As for buying an entertainment venue, everyone would find out sooner or later anyway.
Lin Yu didn’t mind letting Shen Buyao in on it early.
Truth be told,
Wang Biao’s willingness to cozy up to Lin Yu was mostly thanks to Shen Buyao’s influence.
Unintentionally, she’d elevated his status.
After confirming Wang Biao’s location, Lin Yu struck up a conversation with Shen Buyao:
"YaoYao, I remember you and Sister Jiuyi mentioning the Shen family’s internal split."
"How’s the whole ‘reclaiming authority through jade artifacts’ thing going?"
Lin Yu studied Shen Buyao’s reaction as he asked.
Family matters were private—if she didn’t want to share, that was understandable.
It didn’t really concern him anyway; he was just curious.
Shen Buyao clasped her hands behind her back, answering without hesitation:
"It’s way messier than expected. The Shen family’s been divided for ages."
"Let Shen Jiuyi handle it—she won’t get shortchanged."
"Should go smoothly... but who knows?"
"If those bastards refuse to honor it, all bets are off."
Lin Yu only half-understood, piecing together that the situation was more complicated than it seemed.
Life wasn’t child’s play.
Reclaiming authority with just a "token"?
Yeah, that was bound to be a struggle.
He didn’t need the full story.
Forcing himself into a world that wasn’t his would only invite unnecessary trouble.
Wang Biao’s location was just one shop over from Mao Ruirui’s pet store.
The place used to be a clothing boutique but had recently vacated, leaving behind racks and mannequins.
Since they were just chatting, Wang Biao hadn’t bothered picking a fancy spot.
After exchanging pleasantments,
Lin Yu got a firsthand look at Wang Biao’s efficiency.
In Xuefu Residential Area, there were three available properties:
Two were struggling party venues, already stocked with entertainment gear.
The third was a two-story standalone villa,
just a short walk from Lin Yu’s apartment, separated only by a park.
The catch?
It came fully furnished and decorated.
Turning it into an entertainment spot would mean replacing a lot of the existing setup.
"Listen, bro, if you wanna skip the hassle, just grab one of the ready-made party spots!"
"Otherwise, sourcing all that trendy gear’ll be a pain in the ass."
"What d’you think, Boss Yao? Makes sense, right?"
Wang Biao wrapped up his pitch, making sure to include Shen Buyao.
No point leaving her out—
she wasn’t someone you wanted to piss off.
"The hell do I know? This isn’t my deal—why ask me, baldy?"
Shen Buyao fired back, her tone dripping with disdain.
Wang Biao’s smirk told her he was up to no good.
"YaoYao, we’re not in the black market—ease up on the attitude with Brother Biao."
Lin Yu glanced up from the photos Wang Biao had sent, his tone firm.
Shen Buyao: "My attitude? I—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu shot her a warning look.
Shen Buyao: "I... fine, fine. I’ll shut up."
Lin Yu gave a slight nod.
Deadpan on the outside, but inwardly thrilled.
He didn’t need to see Wang Biao’s face to guess what he was thinking.
Another win for the "fox borrowing the tiger’s authority" act.
Just as Lin Yu expected,
Wang Biao watched Shen Buyao’s subdued reaction, his curiosity about Lin Yu’s "background" growing.
Keeping Boss Yao on a tight leash? This guy’s no ordinary player!
And their relationship…
What about Chen Qimeng from the flower shop?
Yikes.
Best not to overthink it.
The more you dissected it, the wilder Lin Yu’s game seemed.
Seizing the moment, Lin Yu cut in:
"Brother Biao, the party venues are a bit cramped, and the decor’s not my style."
"I’m leaning toward the villa."
"But if I’m gonna refit it with entertainment gear..."
"Got any leads?"
Admittedly, this wasn’t Wang Biao’s usual wheelhouse.
He didn’t dabble in "pointless" recreation.
But with Lin Yu asking—and Shen Buyao’s deference in full view—
Wang Biao clapped Lin Yu’s shoulder.
"Bro, I’ll level with you—this ain’t my expertise."
"But for you? I’ll make it happen."
"Just say the word, and your big bro’s got your back!"
Lin Yu had been waiting for this.
He sealed the deal with quick thanks.
The villa’s owner would be free for paperwork the day after tomorrow,
though the transfer wouldn’t finalize until next Monday.
Timing wasn’t an issue for Lin Yu.
Once everything was settled, he and Shen Buyao left the shop.
Outside,
Lin Yu turned to her.
"Not gonna ask why I’m buying property in the neighborhood?"
Shen Buyao blinked.
"You’ll tell me if you want to. You’ve got over 60 mil anyway."
"Xuefu’s places aren’t that pricey—you could buy a bunch of villas."
"Want it? Buy it. Do reasons even matter?"
Lin Yu couldn’t help but admire her.
Rich girls really don’t sweat the small stuff, huh?
A few steps later,
they reached the pet store.
Shop owner Mao Ruirui was probably still inside, stressing over her [Urgent Mission]...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.”
