The pure angel.
The angel descended to earth.
The fallen angel.
The transformation from top to bottom took only forty minutes.
Lin Yu witnessed the entire process—from the moment the gates opened to the angel's descent into delirium.
Under the influence of skills and elixirs,
Lin Yu couldn’t even tell if his skin would start bleeding.
Ying'er, however, gave him a hands-on lesson.
What the hell was this so-called "Knight of Tears"?!
He had to fly, yet bear the pain alone.
For the first forty minutes, Lin Yu experienced what it felt like to be the domineering male lead in Teacher Tang’s novels.
But in the next forty, it was as if Ying'er had taken center stage.
She experimented with every bit of knowledge she’d picked up from her "study materials," testing them all on Lin Yu.
At first,
Lin Yu, brimming with a sense of conquest, didn’t refuse. In fact, he found it quite amusing.
Occasionally, he even offered suggestions, guiding Ying'er on angles and techniques.
But by the forty-minute mark,
Lin Yu began to sense something was off…
"Ying'er, your legs aren’t in great shape to begin with. How about switching? Take a break? I—"
Before he could finish,
a pillow smothered his face.
Was this really a reverse physique?
It didn’t feel like it at all!
Could it be some kind of switch dynamic?!
"Slurp…"
"Slurp…"
While Mo Shangying remained oblivious, lost in her own pleasure,
a golden rope had already silently coiled around her ankles.
If things kept going like this, how could Lin Yu even focus on his own enjoyment?
He’d been so concerned about Ying'er’s first-time experience,
but he was human too!
No one could be that ruthless to themselves!
Since persuasion was useless,
he might as well bring out the props…
[Immortal-Binding Rope]!
Summoned silently from his system inventory,
it could lengthen, shorten, tighten, or loosen with just a thought.
And honestly,
this rope’s performance in the bedroom was nothing short of legendary—worthy of the title "immortal artifact"!
The only downside?
It could only be used within the apartment. Once outside, even the living room was off-limits.
Lin Yu had thoroughly tested its range and capabilities after obtaining it.
After all, who’d have the time or patience to experiment mid-action?
To avoid seeming too abrupt,
Lin Yu deliberately ran his hands over Mo Shangying’s ankles a few times.
He thought the message was clear:
I’ve tampered here. Don’t be surprised when the rope appears.
But Ying'er had her own interpretation.
"Little Yu, ever since we agreed on Thursday, I’ve noticed something…"
"You seem to really like iiOiiO, huh?"
"And earlier, you said something about being ‘sweeter than Alps’—giggle!"
"Color me impressed~ ohh!"
Lin Yu felt no embarrassment.
At a time like this, no amount of shameless talk was out of place.
Far from feeling awkward,
it only heightened the excitement, fueling him with visual and auditory stimulation.
"Fine, fine, I’m the pervert, okay?"
"Weren’t you enjoying your ‘popsicle’ just as much?"
"And now I’m the wicked mastermind?"
Hearing this,
Mo Shangying grinned and grabbed the pillow again,
ready to smother him—
but Lin Yu was faster:
Immortal-Binding Rope, retract!
"Eh? Eh… Ah!"
Mo Shangying felt her feet suddenly yanked, pulling her straight off Lin Yu.
She didn’t even have time to wonder
how Lin Yu, lying flat, had managed to tug the rope with such force.
By the time she was dragged onto her stomach,
Lin Yu had already seized both ends of the rope,
proceeding to "tame the beast."
Ying'er was far easier to pin down than a New Year’s pig.
With little effort,
she was soon posed like a prisoner awaiting execution at the gates.
"Little Yu, you cheater!"
"When did you bring a rope?!"
"I didn’t see you holding anything when you came in!"
"Did you plan this all along?"
"Giggle~"
"Such bold props!"
Even though Ying'er couldn’t even sit up straight now,
her tone was brimming with anticipation.
A true experientialist, she loved trying out anything that sounded thrilling—no matter how dangerous.
"Weren’t you hiding behind the curtains when I came in?"
"You didn’t even see me, let alone what I was carrying!"
Lin Yu had already prepared his rebuttal.
Following his logic,
Ying'er couldn’t argue.
She hadn’t seen him enter, so how could she know what he’d brought?
All she knew was that when he’d pounced, there’d been no sign of it.
"Back when I was studying those ‘materials,’ the knotwork looked harder than coding."
"Little Yu, how are you… this skilled?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Yikes.
This question…
He hadn’t prepared an answer.
"Maybe because as a kid, I was the best at cat’s cradle among the boys?"
"Just loop it here, pull there, tie it off…"
"And voilà—you’re in the bowl!"
As he spoke,
Lin Yu effortlessly lifted Ying'er’s featherlight frame toward him.
"Ehh, Master, spare me—my cheeks are sore."
"But since you went through the trouble of preparing something fun… wanna try it out?"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! An exceptional divine artifact has sparked intense anticipation in your dao companion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu scratched his head, pulling his hand out from under the blanket.
"Ying'er, don’t get the wrong idea. Who said I only brought one prop?"
Along with his hand,
he retrieved the [Frostflame Candle] from his system.
Mo Shangying: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "Heh."
Mo Shangying: "Master… is it too late to beg for mercy?"
Lin Yu: "Smack… Denied!"
Their eyes met,
and in that instant,
they saw the same eager glint in each other’s gaze.
This evening was destined to stretch deep into the night…

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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!

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?!

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.”