Lin Yu: "!!!"
Finally, it's here...
The ability to specify dream types!
Ever since acquiring the Dreamwalking Technique skill and learning that he could designate dream scenarios,
Lin Yu had been eagerly awaiting this day.
Now, at last, the skill upgrade had arrived.
If only he had known that the Reverse Blood Boost Pills could be used to max out high-tier skills in one go,
he would have stockpiled more pills to fully upgrade Dreamwalking Technique immediately.
Though the number of dream targets remained at two,
these were two brand-new dream opportunities!
Lin Yu couldn't wait to select his dream targets.
His girlfriend, whose life would take a dramatic turn tomorrow, was naturally the first priority.
[Ding!]
[Dreamwalking Technique (Duo Edition) activated!]
[Host will appear in the dream of Library Pavilion Elder (Chi Qingshui) tonight. Based on current status, please select an appropriate dream type!]
[1. The lingering passion of Zhu Xian's love story continues, extending last time's heartache!]
[2. The regretful breakup on a rainy night—her first time getting drunk!]
[3. An empty afternoon classroom for two, mutual understanding without words!]
[4. Home alone, forgetting the towel while showering!]
[5. None of the above—random dream!]
When there were no choices,
everything was in the system's hands.
Now that there were options,
it became a new dilemma.
If only he could try them all and see the effects.
After careful consideration,
Lin Yu eliminated options one and three.
One was too painful, three was too pure.
Neither was the best choice for rapidly advancing their relationship.
They were better suited for deepening affection after things were settled.
Between two and four,
Lin Yu genuinely pondered for a long time.
If there were no pressing conflicts, four would undoubtedly be the best option to heighten the ambiguous tension.
But tonight, with so much unease hanging in the air,
amplifying the regret of "loss" seemed like the optimal move.
It's decided!
Go for it!
[Ding!]
[Dream type confirmed. Please select the second dream target...]
Last night,
Lin Yu had already experimented with dreaming of the twin sisters simultaneously.
Once you've tried something new, the novelty wears off quickly.
The "Ying'er Effect" was proving its worth yet again.
Besides,
his intimacy level with the shut-in girl hadn't even reached the Soul Cultivation stage yet.
With such a precious opportunity, Lin Yu wanted to explore different flavors tonight.
Once you've tasted meat, your palate becomes harder to satisfy!
[Ding!]
[Host will appear in the dream of Heavenly Craft Pavilion Elder, Hidden Vein of the Mystic Gate (Shen Buyao) tonight. Based on current status, please select an appropriate dream type!]
[1. Trampling the Shen Family's main branch—the strongest live-in son-in-law is actually the Dragon King?!]
[2. Twilight at the park's rock garden—just what are you trying to do to your sister?!]
[3. Stargazing on the beach—the destined one has arrived!]
[4. A cloud-surfing internet café—his mesmerizing keystrokes dominate the game!]
[5. None of the above—random dream!]
Lin Yu: "!!!"
As expected of the antique-loving elder sister.
The descriptions of her dream types could only be described as bold.
A mix of novels, games, artsy vibes, and sheer randomness.
The weird part was...
Lin Yu couldn't find fault with any of them.
Each option felt perfectly reasonable—exactly what she'd imagine!
As a breakout novel author in the apartment,
who could resist becoming the Dragon King?
So,
Lin Yu unhesitatingly chose option two.
To the park's rock garden—let's see what this is all about!
With dream targets locked in,
Lin Yu turned his attention to the [System Shop].
[—Spiritual Cuisine Recipes—]
[(Ocean's Heart) Price: 1000]
[(Forest Insect Flame) Price: 1000]
[—Furnishings & Tools—]
[(Beast Tribe Mask) Price: 2000]
[(Bathhouse Spirit Flower) Price: 2000]
[—Talismans & Seals—]
[(Shennong Talisman) Price: 1000]
[(Ghost Hand Talisman) Price: 1000]
[Available Spirit Stones: 4800]
Tell me, how could he not work hard?
Slacking off meant watching all these goodies in the shop with no spirit stones to buy them!
Starting tomorrow, a new [Pills] category would be added,
demanding even greater effort from Lin Yu.
As for today's purchases, there wasn't much to deliberate.
[Ding, purchase successful...]
[Beast Tribe Mask (Room-use only, for Dao Companions)]
[Description: Beast-patterned mask conceals wild instincts, passion surges tenfold. Shed the mortal guise, revel in the crimson tent of desire.]
[...]
[Bathhouse Spirit Flower (Room-use only, for Dao Companions)]
[Description: Petals ripple in spring waters, fragrance lingers in crimson waves. Fallen blooms are not heartless—they intoxicate the feathered-robed beauty.]
After trying out the Immortal-Binding Rope and Iceflame Candles with Ying'er this afternoon,
Lin Yu had developed immense confidence in the system's items.
Buying these?
Absolutely worth it!
With plenty of days ahead, they'd surely come in handy.
After happily completing his pre-sleep preparations,
Lin Yu relaxed and quickly drifted into slumber.
......
The first dream arrived much sooner than Lin Yu expected.
Still dressed in his daytime clothes, he stood on a small street,
feeling "cold raindrops slap haphazardly against his face."
The rain tonight...
Was heavier than the day Yiping begged her father for money!
The starting point was a street where even the lamplight seemed futile.
If not for Lin Yu's superhuman physique, he'd probably have caught a cold by now.
Fortunately,
his heartbroken (ex?) girlfriend Chi Qingshui wasn't hard to find.
Amidst the blurry crowd, only one figure inside a shop stood out with crystal clarity.
Wait—
Maybe he shouldn't call her his girlfriend now.
According to the dream's setup, they'd broken up?
The details—whether it happened online or in a face-to-face confrontation—were unclear.
He'd have to uncover the answers himself!
Ignoring his rain-drenched appearance (a proud battle scar to amplify her sorrow),
Lin Yu approached Chi Qingshui's table.
The most eye-catching item was a half-finished beer bottle,
while Chi Qingshui herself sat with flushed cheeks, her cup-holding hand wobbling unsteadily.
Lin Yu: "..."
Her alcohol tolerance belonged at the kids' table.
Compared to her,
Lin Yu's internet café drinking sessions qualified as hardcore.
"Lin Yu? What are you doing here?"
"Didn't I say it's over if we meet in real life?"
"Happy now that you've exposed my disguise?"
Her drunken but articulate words helped Lin Yu piece together the scenario:
He must have uncovered her hidden identity,
leading to this tearful, booze-fueled breakup.
What a brilliantly absurd plot twist!
......
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.
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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
