Everyone was just here to exchange creative ideas, not for anything else.
How could Little Yu's determination be wasted in her hands?
Moreover—
She was the one who had asked for his help in the first place!
Watching Tang Yimian's expression shift from hesitation to resolve,
Lin Yu immediately intensified his cultural offensive:
"It's the same principle as when Master Tang writes poetry. If you want to write poetry, you can't just write poetry."
"You need wind… and meat;"
"You need hotpot… and mist;"
"You need beauties… and even a donkey!"
[Ding!]
[A brilliant move! Your peculiar guidance and interpretation have left the Elder of the Teaching Hall utterly stunned!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
She had heard this line before—more than once.
But when she'd heard it previously, it hadn’t resonated so precisely.
Back then, it just seemed amusing, especially when delivered by the right actor.
Now, with Lin Yu breaking it down and connecting it to today’s lesson,
Tang Yimian felt like she actually understood?
Lin Yu sat back, confident.
This time—
Could she really refuse to learn? Hell no!
Lin Yu: "Senior, we can start by trying the most basic step first…"
Whoosh!
Lin Yu: "???"
Before he could finish,
Tang Yimian abruptly stood up from her seat.
Under Lin Yu’s bewildered gaze,
She walked over and sat on his bed!
"Teacher Lin, you’re right. If I can’t grasp a character’s inner world,"
"I’ll never be able to write a vivid, lifelike role. Thank you for being willing to guide me."
"I… I’m ready!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
What he’d originally envisioned was starting with something simple, like holding hands.
Being touched by the opposite sex in a tense setting would evoke different emotions.
If he’d been too forward right away,
He was afraid he might scare his senior off entirely.
Who would’ve thought—
Her earlier silence had actually been her steeling herself for such a bold move?
Lin Yu clearly saw that after declaring herself ready,
Tang Yimian even closed her eyes for a few seconds.
It was as if she had fully prepared herself to sacrifice for art—
No, for literature!
This progress was dozens of times smoother than Lin Yu had anticipated.
At this rate, even if he pounced on her right now to fulfill the novel’s directives,
Wouldn’t his senior find it justifiable?
Hah…
Perfect!
Fortunately, Lin Yu had already been through a battle earlier that day.
The restless energy of youth had already been vented.
Otherwise—
Faced with such a relaxed and defenseless scene, he might not have been able to keep his cool.
Lin Yu walked to the bed and opened the window halfway.
Instantly,
The sound of the pouring rain grew louder, cascading clearly into the room.
He then drew the curtains and turned off the bedroom light.
In an instant,
The atmosphere of a rainy night was complete.
A chilly breeze drifted in, but it couldn’t cool Tang Yimian’s flushed cheeks.
When she’d mustered the courage to sit here, she’d thought she was prepared.
But now, with the novel-like scene unfolding before her,
She began to feel nervous and uneasy.
As if something was really about to happen at any moment.
"Remember this feeling. It’s a crucial part of creating realism in fiction."
Lin Yu’s voice snapped her back to attention.
Right!
This was all for the sake of her novel.
She needed to etch every psychological shift and genuine sensation into her memory.
She couldn’t just sit there dumbly.
Once the living room curtains were also drawn,
The room plunged into darkness.
Only the faint light seeping through the gaps in the curtains allowed them to barely make out their surroundings.
"Tang Yimian, stand up. Describe the emotions in your heart, in your own writing style…"
Lin Yu didn’t approach her. Instead, he issued instructions from the living room.
Biting her lip, Tang Yimian obeyed:
"Hah…"
"My heart races like raindrops striking a pond, my breathing… my breaths echo unnervingly loud in the darkness."
"My body trembles uncontrollably, my hands clench tightly in front of me, struggling to maintain composure."
"Like a guilty student awaiting… her punishment."
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Once again, he was struck by the terrifying potential of a genius.
This teaching method was far from conventional.
Yet even in such barren soil, she was voraciously absorbing nutrients.
She didn’t need excessive guidance—just the right environment.
Given time, she would undoubtedly grow into a towering tree.
But before that…
A sapling must be pruned to grow straight; a person must be disciplined to stay sharp.
Even a phoenix must coil, even a tiger must crouch.
Lin Yu pulled over a chair and sat across from the bed.
"Teacher Lin, what’s this for now…?"
In the darkness,
Tang Yimian could vaguely see Lin Yu sitting not far in front of her, though his expression remained hidden.
Strangely,
This shroud of mystery made her heart pound even harder.
It was as if she could truly immerse herself in the heroine’s perspective, just as Lin Yu had described.
"Now, let’s flesh out your male lead’s characterization. Before the opening scene, what should he say to lead into the ‘lying on the bed’ scenario?"
Tang Yimian’s mind raced at Lin Yu’s words.
He was right—
This was about character motivation!
Without clear motives, if the story relied solely on shock value,
Wouldn’t that be exactly the kind of emptiness Teacher Lin had criticized?
The motives didn’t need to be spelled out, but they had to exist in the writer’s mind.
"Reporting to Teacher Lin, I think it should go like this…"
"'I never noticed before, but you damn woman… you’ve got a certain sweetness to you. Dressing like this and parading around the house—weren’t you just waiting for this moment? Fine, today I’ll grant your wish. You’ll be my woman.'"
Lin Yu froze: "…"
Tang Yimian blushed: "…"
Classic!
That’s the stuff!
What should he even say to that…
This kind of material probably wasn’t considered cliché yet in this era, right?
Maybe it was still trending?
Who knew with female-oriented fiction!
Lin Yu opened his mouth: "…"
Nope.
Damn, these lines were too cringe. His thick skin had its limits—he couldn’t bring himself to say them.
"Then… what kind of tone should I use?"
"Domineering? Aloof? Or maybe… a deeper voice?"
As he spoke the last few words,
Lin Yu deliberately lowered his voice, adding a husky edge.
Tang Yimian curled her fingers, contemplating:
"The tone should be… three parts indifference, three parts mockery, and four parts nonchalance."
Lin Yu: "…"
I am one hundred percent speechless!
Might as well shout, "Fam, can you even?!"
…
(Bonus chapter delivered! More tomorrow—please keep the support coming!)
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.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
