Three minutes later.
Ye Mengfu stood motionless: "..."
Lin Yu leaned against the window: "..."
Damn.
Today was truly eye-opening.
The divine sisters in this apartment were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea—each with their own unique skills.
And this tall girl in front of him? Her "skill stats" were maxed out.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but wonder—if he stood behind her for half an hour,
would she keep facing the door like she was being punished?
"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."
A phone rang from the pocket of Ye Mengfu’s outfit.
Lin Yu straightened up, curious to see how she’d react.
But—
Ye Mengfu remained frozen: "..."
Lin Yu was thoroughly defeated. Breaking the silence first, he asked:
"Your phone’s ringing. Aren’t you gonna answer?"
At his voice, Ye Mengfu’s shoulders visibly twitched.
Then,
her hands fumbled around inside her pockets.
She didn’t even pull out the phone, but the ringing stopped.
Lin Yu: "..."
Seriously?!
You’re just not gonna answer?
Still, her reaction just now gave Lin Yu an idea.
She might not speak, but she responded to his words.
He decided to test it further: "Turn around."
Ye Mengfu’s stiff posture visibly slumped.
Under Lin Yu’s astonished gaze, she slowly bowed her head and turned.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This obedient?!
Could she really be his online girlfriend?
Otherwise, why would she listen to him so readily?
A children’s book illustrator as his online girlfriend… not bad at all.
Working with kids and art, plus being this socially awkward—she must be incredibly pure.
Though she was two years older, in terms of presence, Lin Yu clearly had the upper hand.
Bolstered, he pointed at the door and said:
"You made me wait at the door forever. Why didn’t you open it? Open it now."
Hearing this, Ye Mengfu peeked up at him.
But the moment she noticed Lin Yu watching, she quickly lowered her head again, fishing for her keys in her pocket.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! The Joyous Sect Talisman Envoy actually opened her fragrant boudoir for you—a golden chance to deepen your bond!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Joyous Sect Talisman Envoy!
So that was Ye Mengfu’s sect title.
Sounded way more impressive than Chi Qingchi’s "Bell Envoy."
Who would’ve thought?
His "online girlfriend" was this docile and sweet.
Back then, he’d been a fool to let such a comfortable, good girl slip away.
Just as Lin Yu was lost in thought—
Ye Mengfu, having unlocked the door, swiftly slipped inside.
And immediately tried to slam it shut...
Lin Yu’s eyes widened: "!!!"
Oh, come on!
He’d just silently praised her, and now she was pulling a vanishing act?
At this distance, with his reflexes, there was no way he’d let her shut him out.
Trying to lock her boyfriend outside?
Unacceptable!
Inside the room,
Ye Mengfu let out a tiny sigh of relief after slipping in.
...
Just ten minutes earlier,
she’d gone up to the third floor.
Hoping to see her only close friend in the apartment—Mo Shangying.
But before she could knock, strange noises from inside stopped her cold.
"Stop… it hurts… I can’t take it… mmm…"
Mo Shangying’s voice, mixed with a guy’s:
"You’re holding up well? Let me go harder, here it comes..."
The only guy in the apartment?
There was only one possibility!
...
Ye Mengfu was socially anxious, not stupid.
She knew enough about what went on between men and women.
After rushing back to her room, it took her forever to calm down.
Her best friend, in broad daylight, doing… that… and she’d accidentally eavesdropped.
Flustered, she decided to go out for a walk in the park to clear her head.
But of course—
She ran straight into Lin Yu on the stairs!
Maybe it was the guilt of "eavesdropping" that made her feel like a thief.
Her first instinct? Avoid him at all costs.
Yet somehow,
Lin Yu had cornered her.
Thankfully, she’d managed to unlock the door and dart inside.
As long as the door was shut, whether demons or monsters raged outside, she’d be safe!
But—
Ye Mengfu pushed with all her might, only to realize the door wouldn’t close.
Peeking through the gap, her heart nearly stopped.
Lin Yu’s foot was wedged in the doorway!
Worried she might hurt him if she kept pushing, she instantly let up.
Not that it mattered.
With Lin Yu’s current physical prowess,
there was no way a slightly taller girl could overpower him.
Compared to the faint pain in his foot, Lin Yu’s irritation burned hotter.
Oh, "Dreaming in the Rain" (her online alias),
you think you can lock your boyfriend out and hide?
Today, he’d teach her who was in charge.
The moment Ye Mengfu eased up, Lin Yu shoved the door open and strode in like he owned the place.
Ye Mengfu instantly reverted to startled-deer mode, scrambling backward until she bumped into an easel on the floor.
Click.
Lin Yu locked the door behind him.
At the sound, Ye Mengfu panicked completely.
Staring at the lock, she finally forced out two words:
"Don’t..."
She was too tense.
In public, she could barely speak to strangers.
Now, trapped in her own room with a guy?
That pitiful "don’t" nearly unleashed the beast in Lin Yu.
It was straight out of a cheesy romance scene, leaving his throat dry.
Lin Yu adopted the domineering tone of a "boyfriend" and demanded:
"You say ‘don’t’ and I’m supposed to listen? You giving me orders now?"
"You ran the second you saw me. Might as well have ‘guilty conscience’ written on your face."
"Can’t even keep a secret to save your life."
"So… it’s you, right?"
Lin Yu’s question, of course, referred to her being his online girlfriend.
But to Ye Mengfu, it meant something else entirely.
Her fingers twisted nervously in front of her as she kept her head down, refusing to answer.
Lin Yu feigned leaving:
"Fine. Won’t admit it? No problem."
"I’ll just go tell everyone about the sneaky things you’ve done to me."
"Starting with Mo Shangying upstairs..."
That hit Ye Mengfu’s weak spot.
Mo Shangying was her only friend in the apartment!
Even if she’d only overheard by accident, if Lin Yu framed it as her "eavesdropping,"
how could she ever face Mo Shangying again?
For someone with social anxiety, making friends was hard enough!
"Stop..."
Ye Mengfu blurted out, her voice louder than usual.
Lin Yu smirked, turning back.
"Ready to confess now?"
Ye Mengfu had no choice.
With a resigned nod, she surrendered.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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!
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.”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
