If I didn't speak up to stop him now,
who knows what other audacious words Xiao Yu might blurt out next.
Faced with this soul-searching question,
Lin Yu had no intention of surrendering meekly.
Seizing Chen Qimeng's line of questioning, he countered:
"Qi Meng, don't be so sly."
"I answered you with complete honesty—shouldn't you also tell me what you consider me to be?"
"A godson? Just another kid in the family?"
Chen Qimeng met Lin Yu's expectant gaze and gently shook her head.
A moment later,
she buried her face into the pillow again.
[Ding]
[The Proxy Sect Leader and host's intimacy level has reached the threshold for "Dual Oath Union"!]
[Complete the "Dual Oath Union" trial to become cultivation partners in both body and soul!]
[Now announcing the "Dual Oath Union" trial...]
[Sect Entrustment (Trial Task): During a sweet and tranquil moment, make the Proxy Sect Leader feel your sincere devotion by paving a path in her life and taking charge of the sect!]
[Reminder: The trial task will create an opportunity to become cultivation partners. If the host takes no action, the opportunity will slip away.]
Here it was!
Qi Meng's Dual Oath Union trial had arrived!
Sweet and tranquil... Was the current sweetness still not enough?
As for tranquility...
Lin Yu leaned closer and pressed further:
"Qi Meng, what does shaking your head mean?"
"Are you rejecting me? Or did I say something wrong?"
Chen Qimeng swiftly turned her head:
"I—I'm not rejecting you!"
Lin Yu: "Oh? So should we continue or pause the cupping session?"
If he kept pushing Qi Meng to define their relationship,
she’d probably just hide in the pillow again, too embarrassed to answer.
Despite being divorced,
in some ways, her emotional experience was on par with Xiao Fufu's.
She didn’t even dare to engage in playful teasing.
In an instant,
Auntie Qi Meng's cheeks flushed crimson.
"The cupping can continue..."
"But Xiao Yu, as for the rest... can we not... for now?"
Lin Yu fully grasped the implications of her words.
From the very beginning,
her heart had been preoccupied with the possibility of Huang Feirong returning at any moment.
Even though Lin Yu knew that with the computer as her companion,
Huang Feirong—the queen of risqué jokes—would likely stay in his room all night unless called.
But in Qi Meng's mind, this was hardly a tranquil setting.
They had only just fully resolved the lingering issues from their soul cultivation.
To attempt a full consummation now, like with Da Chi,
might be possible if forced,
but such things lose half their charm when rushed.
Lin Yu blinked innocently and asked:
"Hmm? Wasn’t I just talking about cupping too?"
"Qi Meng, what exactly do you mean by 'the rest'?"
Chen Qimeng: "..."
At this moment,
she could clearly tell Xiao Yu was teasing her on purpose.
Ever since she stepped out of the bathroom,
she’d noticed the unmistakable bulge in Xiao Yu’s pants...
Even the most oblivious woman would understand what was on his mind.
Still,
Xiao Yu ultimately cared about her feelings and was willing to restrain himself.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—recklessness comes from infatuation, but love means restraint. The bond between cultivation partners grows even warmer!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu moved closer
and lightly pecked Chen Qimeng’s cheek:
"The flower shop must be busy on weekends. How about we go shopping Monday afternoon?"
"We can have dinner... outside, and come back late."
For sweetness and tranquility,
they needed a space where restraint wasn’t necessary.
Lin Yu strongly suspected
that even without Huang Feirong around tonight, Qi Meng still wouldn’t dare.
In an apartment full of younger girls,
how could she, the eldest sister, dare to cry out or let herself go?
Going out—
that was the real path to sweetness and tranquility.
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
Such a direct date invitation sent her heart racing again.
She already knew what would happen this time.
"Alright, let’s go shopping on Monday."
Chen Qimeng replied breathlessly, her eyes shimmering.
Lin Yu pecked her cheek again like a chick nibbling grain:
"Then the cupping master shall resume his work!"
Chen Qimeng, still feeling the lingering warmth on her cheek, curled her lips into a sweet smile.
Was this what romance felt like?
She never had the chance to experience it in her youth.
Who would’ve thought that after thirty, she’d get a taste of it?
And it felt... truly wonderful.
However,
Lin Yu’s next words made her heart race even faster.
"Qi Meng, I’ve noticed how cunning you’ve been today."
"To make sure you don’t back out on Monday, we should take some precautions."
"If we can’t do 'the rest'... that doesn’t mean we can’t look, right?"
Chen Qimeng pondered his words
before burying her face in the pillow once more.
Perfect.
Silent permission to admire her, coupled with no resistance—
utterly intoxicating.
The next moment—
"Whoosh..."
The obstructive wrappings fluttered away like a battle flag tossed aside by Lin Yu.
The breathtaking scenery he’d only glimpsed through frosted glass was now unveiled before him in full splendor.
......
Late at night, 11:30 PM.
Lin Yu returned to his room, brimming with satisfaction.
Though they hadn’t gone all the way,
it was now firmly on the agenda.
And thanks to this round of "restraint,"
Lin Yu had indulged himself quite freely.
Aside from the cupping marks,
Auntie Qi Meng now bore several "strawberry seeds" planted by a diligent little farmer.
When life gives you joy, savor it to the fullest!
Back in his room, Lin Yu approached Huang Feirong from behind.
The queen of risqué jokes was so engrossed in her online gaming world that she didn’t even notice him.
"Tap tap tap... BANG!"
"Tap tap tap... BANG!"
"..."
Even from a distance,
Lin Yu could guess exactly what game she was playing.
Poor new keyboard—
before enduring the torture of coding,
it had already fallen victim to the chaos of Dance Revolution.
Huang Feirong played with wild abandon,
pausing only to take a swig of cola between rapid keystrokes.
"Perfect combo! Success!!"
"Yao Yao, this new hubby you found for me is loaded!"
"This computer, this setup—freaking amazing!"
She shouted into the mic,
the static-filled feedback buzzing in Lin Yu’s ears.
The noise was too garbled to make out Yao Yao’s reply,
but Huang Feirong’s reactions gave him a rough idea.
"Oho, so I can’t call him hubby now?"
"What’s that supposed to mean? You claiming him for yourself?"
"Hey! Tell me—did you two hit it off?"
"How was it? Did it feel good?"
Lin Yu stood behind her: "..."
He’d originally planned to tap her shoulder to announce his return,
but after hearing this,
he found himself reluctant to interrupt.
Might as well listen a little longer...
......
(Bonus chapter delivered! Updates will continue tomorrow—hope you’ll keep supporting through Saturday, Sunday, Monday...)
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
