[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed the daily quest 'Wrist Ailment,' earning 50 sect contribution points and 50 spirit stones!]
On the way home after buying KFC,
Chi Qingshui remained immersed in a dreamlike haze of happiness.
The events from her fantasies were now unfolding in reality.
Today, she had actually been with Lin Yu…
Such a bold and forbidden experience felt utterly surreal to her.
During the taxi ride,
she nestled in Lin Yu’s arms, savoring their last moments of intimacy before arriving home.
Who knew when the next chance would come…
No!
Where there’s a will, there’s a way!
As long as she worked hard to create opportunities, today wouldn’t be the only time.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The cultivation partner who just completed physical refinement is already calculating the next rendezvous in their heart!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Hearing the system’s notification,
Lin Yu’s hand, resting on Chi Qingshui’s shoulder, began to misbehave playfully.
……
Around 6:40 p.m.,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui arrived home without incident.
The first-floor lobby was quieter than usual.
On the way back, Lin Yu had checked his phone.
Due to the rain, several people were stranded outside,
waiting for the downpour to ease before returning.
Even Xiao Chi hadn’t made it back yet.
Lin Yu escorted Chi Qingshui to her room, stole a quick kiss, and let her rest properly.
He then returned to his own room, sprawled comfortably on his bed, and scrolled through his phone.
His enhanced physique made everything effortless.
Despite the earlier exertion, he felt almost no mental fatigue.
After a quick snack, he was as energetic as if he’d just woken up.
Since turning down Lv Rou’s dinner invitation after the movie,
she had messaged him three times, hoping to arrange another meal—
time and place entirely up to him.
Not a word about the photos or videos was mentioned in their WeChat exchanges.
A smart girl like her wouldn’t leave more evidence in chat logs.
Lin Yu casually replied, "Maybe when I’m free," and ignored her afterward.
With so many sect sisters in the apartment to attend to,
who had time for external temptations?
Aunt Qimeng had also messaged him, saying she’d had dinner with Huang Feirong at the flower shop.
She checked in twice to confirm Lin Yu had returned home,
only relaxing fully once she knew he was back.
Shen Buyao, the antique-loving elder sister, had texted him in the afternoon,
asking bluntly if he was still alive.
She mentioned she was at the shop with "Big Mama Cow,"
who had asked her to relay a message:
No matter if the rain stopped or not, she would come to his room tonight without fail.
The matter of divination must have been weighing heavily on Shen Jiuyi’s mind.
Otherwise,
she wouldn’t be in such a hurry.
Ying’er and Maomao were preparing for the "860 Defense Battle" starting at 8 p.m.
Having taken payment, they had to deliver for the client company.
To avoid raising suspicions,
Lin Yu tried to stay on the third floor and minimize his presence downstairs during Ying’er’s intensive work session.
But even if he wandered around,
it likely wouldn’t cause issues.
Xia Yiwei, Maomao’s closest confidante, was Lin Yu’s best cover.
Before, he’d feared his identity collapsing beyond repair.
Now?
If it collapsed, so be it.
He could always prove himself with his abilities.
After feeding the little rabbit, Lin Yu thought of Little Fufu again.
He wondered what she was doing holed up in her room and if she’d eaten.
Tomorrow was their scheduled date,
and after two days of "fine dining,"
he was eagerly looking forward to it.
"Ding!"
Just as he was about to message Little Fufu to check in, a WeChat notification chimed first.
「Tang Yimian: Junior Lin Yu, I saw your message in the group. Heard you’re back—have you eaten yet?」
Teacher Tang?
No, Senior!
Her reaching out was surely about the "domineering CEO novel."
He’d promised to guide her literary endeavors but hadn’t followed up yet.
After all, a promise was a promise.
Plus, there was a system reward tied to the task.
「Lin Yu: Already ate. Just lying in bed relaxing. Senior, want to come over and discuss the novel?」
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Proactively proposing a literary exchange has delighted the Elder of the Transmission Hall!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu’s initiative was met with a swift reply.
「Tang Yimian: Is now okay? You just got back—aren’t you tired? We can always talk another time if you’d prefer. I’m not in a rush.」
Every girl in the apartment was the same:
their tough fronts crumbled instantly around Lin Yu.
The system always exposed their true feelings.
「Lin Yu: Not tired at all. Went to see a movie today, and now I’m bursting with ideas!」
「Tang Yimian: Perfect! Junior, no need to be polite—feel free to critique me harshly! I made some nougat; I’ll bring some over. If it’s convenient, could you leave the door open?」
Even in texts,
Tang Yimian was as long-winded as in person.
But Lin Yu was genuinely looking forward to their "literary exchange."
Tropes, jokes, spice…
Playing with these themes in front of the author herself would be even more fun.
He wondered what Senior thought of her own "cold shower" novel.
Though Lin Yu had never written fiction himself,
he’d read plenty in his past life!
The early-era web novel style she was emulating paled in comparison to the fresh ideas in his head.
The current literary landscape’s openness was a bonus.
Besides,
guiding Senior Tang didn’t require real expertise.
She was a total novice—
a talented one, but untapped.
A few basic "cool plot" tricks would blow her mind.
Lin Yu got up, left the door ajar, and dug out the handwritten draft of "That Unrestrained Rainy Night…" for reference.
Skimming through it again,
he marveled at the vivid imagery her words conjured.
Strangely,
the setting and weather in Chapter 1…
were almost identical to today’s.
What a coincidence!
Knock knock knock!
"..."
"Junior Lin Yu, are you in?"
A gentle voice floated in from the doorway.
"I’m here. Door’s unlocked—come on in."
Lin Yu set the manuscript aside and politely went to greet Tang Yimian in the small sitting area.
As he approached,
a wave of warm air wafted in, carrying the scent of Pantene.
Lin Yu stared in shock at the doorway and exclaimed:
"Senior… your head’s steaming?"
……
(Bonus chapter #2. More to come tomorrow—your support is greatly appreciated!)
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?!
