[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host, for completing the emergency mission "Lost Spirit Key"!]
[The Acting Sect Leader's missing unlocking spirit key has been successfully retrieved, resolving the morning's troubles!]
[Rewards: 300 Sect Contribution Points, 600 Spirit Stones, and 1 free system mall draw.]
Nice, nice, nice.
Not only did it solve Chen Qimeng's problem, but it also gave Lin Yu a refreshing start to his morning.
Such an easy emergency mission—he wouldn’t mind getting more of these!
Under Lin Yu’s watchful gaze,
Chen Qimeng opened the box and retrieved her set of keys from among a pile of glass jars and containers.
The package he had bought and delivered to her wasn’t anything unusual—
just a professional cupping therapy set!
To showcase his skills perfectly,
Lin Yu had deliberately bought the most comprehensive kit available.
He figured that when Chen Qimeng unpacked it last night, she must have realized what it was.
That’s why she panicked, hastily closed the box, and hid it in such a secretive spot—
so secretive that the keys she’d been holding when she opened the door ended up tossed inside as well.
Hiding it this deep—was she afraid of actually using it?
Well, this wasn’t something her aunt got to decide…
"Qimeng, your hiding skills are next level," Lin Yu teased.
"No thief in the world could ever find this set of keys!"
Chen Qimeng, flustered, quickly closed the box and prepared to put it back.
But halfway through, she hesitated—stashing it in such a hidden spot again didn’t feel right, especially with Lin Yu watching.
This time, she neatly arranged a stack of clothes first and placed the box on top.
That subtle change in placement made Lin Yu smirk.
It was proof that Chen Qimeng was considering his feelings.
After closing the cabinet door, Chen Qimeng let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Thank goodness.
Lin Yu had only joked about it and didn’t press further.
But before she could fully relax, Lin Yu spoke up again:
"Qimeng, you work so hard during the day—how about a cupping session tonight?"
"We talked about it before, but you still haven’t experienced my skills yet."
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
She had already imagined this scenario when she first opened the package.
Unlike foot massages,
cupping therapy…
wouldn’t that require her entire back to be exposed?
Wouldn’t that mean…?
Back when she "agreed," she hadn’t thought much of it, assuming Lin Yu was just joking.
But now, it seemed he was dead serious!
Well, to be precise, she hadn’t actually agreed—she just hadn’t refused.
She hadn’t objected then, and now, she found it even harder to say no.
Lin Yu: "Qimeng?"
Chen Qimeng: "Huh? Y-yes, I’m listening."
Lin Yu: "You said you wouldn’t run away, right?"
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
First thing in the morning, and he was bringing that up again.
She couldn’t even face him properly.
After all this time, she still hadn’t sorted out her feelings.
What kind of relationship should they have? What role should she play in his life?
The only thing she knew for sure was that she didn’t mind getting closer to him.
"Just messing with you—why so serious?" Lin Yu chuckled.
"Sister Ruirui must’ve told you already—let’s head downstairs for breakfast!"
Chen Qimeng nodded.
"Mm, let’s eat first."
"Lin Yu, that outfit today… looks really good on you!"
Lin Yu grinned.
"Feels like you’re low-key complimenting yourself, huh?"
They locked eyes for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.
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Once downstairs,
Lin Yu didn’t immediately sit down.
Instead, he went to the storage room to fetch a pair of slippers.
Not that he wanted to grab a pair of men’s slippers—
there just weren’t any!
As the only guy in the apartment (and with no male roommates allowed),
how many pairs could he possibly need?
The only spare slippers left were women’s.
After picking a pair,
Lin Yu walked to Shen Buyao’s door on the first floor and knocked.
Another day, another round of knocking on sect sisters’ doors.
"Lin Yu? Took you long enough—just a sec!" Shen Buyao’s voice came from inside.
But as soon as she finished speaking,
Lin Yu caught faint whispers from within.
Shen Buyao: "Hurry up, he’s here! Cover yourself and hide under the blanket!"
Shen Jiuyi: "You’re so childish."
Shen Buyao: "Boredom breeds mischief—just play along, will you?"
Shen Jiuyi: "I refuse to be part of your games."
Shen Buyao: "Then go sleep on the damn streets tonight!"
Lin Yu outside the door: "…"
Sigh.
Women who’ve never been in a relationship can be either pure or painfully clueless.
This whole "hiding someone in the room" act? Anyone with real dating experience would never pull this nonsense!
But since Shen Buyao was determined to be silly, Lin Yu—
Click!
The moment the door opened,
Lin Yu forcefully pushed his way in and immediately locked the door behind him.
"Ow!"
Before Shen Buyao could even deliver her rehearsed lines, Lin Yu had already pinned her against the wall.
Breathing heavily, he demanded:
"Buyao, why did it take you so long to open the door?"
"Is there another man in here? Why do you need men’s slippers?!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful performance—your domineering possessiveness delights your Dao Companion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Shen Buyao rubbed her elbow, giving Lin Yu a weird look.
"Of course not! Ugh, I was just teasing you!"
"Seriously, why’d you take it so seriously?"
"There’s no one else in here!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Wow, what terrible acting.
No need to overdo it—he never took an acting class, but even he could tell this was forced.
She didn’t even bother cursing?
What happened to her character?
She’s totally breaking character here!
Well, since he’d already committed to humoring his ancient-relic of a sister, a professional actor like him had to see it through.
"I know there’s someone on the bed—tell them to come out!"
"Hey, you on the bed—got any guts?"
"Get the hell out here!"
"Stop hiding like a coward!"
Lin Yu pointed at the bed, launching into a full-blown, cuckolded-husband tirade.
Maybe the secondhand embarrassment was too much—
Shen Jiuyi twitched under the blanket.
At this point in the script,
it was about time for the betrayed lover to storm over and yank the covers off.
But Shen Buyao?
Zero reaction.
What kind of amateur was she?
At least pretend to stop him!
Left with no choice, Lin Yu glanced around the room.
He picked up a cardboard box—put it down.
Grabbed the trash can—put it down.
Finally, he seized the broom.
Finally, Shen Buyao snapped into action, blocking him.
"Wait, wait—no violence!"
"So what if I brought someone back? Why are you so worked up?"
Lin Yu continued his over-the-top outrage:
"Not coming out? Fine! Stay there forever, then!"
Right on cue,
the blanket was thrown back.
Shen Jiuyi sat up, exhaling in exasperation.
"Lin Yu… that’s enough."
"Even idiots deserve mercy. You’re overdoing it."
Lin Yu calmly replied, "Overdoing it? Oh. Okay."
Shen Buyao: "???"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.
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.”
