Lin Yu couldn't help but grumble irritably:
"You're saying this now? What were you doing earlier?"
"Making it sound like I’m some kind of nine-life villain—am I really that desperate?"
Shen Jiuyi winced in pain as she spoke:
"I’m sorry, I misjudged you."
"You were trying to mock me as the 'nine-life wild chicken,' weren’t you?"
Lin Yu: "Do you even have the equipment for that?"
Shen Jiuyi: "Lin Yu, please phrase that more politely. And… could you go a little easier?"
That only made it worse.
The more she spoke, the more Lin Yu doubled down, increasing the pressure.
He moved from her feet to her legs, working out the stiffness in her meridians.
In just a few minutes,
the numbness in her legs faded, replaced by waves of warmth.
Shen Jiuyi tested her mobility under Lin Yu’s touch.
Completely restored!
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Honorary Elder of the Astral Pavilion has deepened, advancing to the fifth stage: "Secrets Without Barriers"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu: "???"
The fifth stage?
Their initial bond had only been at the first stage, "Hazy Glimpses."
Yet they’d skipped straight past the second, third, and fourth stages, skyrocketing to the fifth!
And what the hell was this "Secrets Without Barriers"?
Wasn’t the fifth stage supposed to be "Intimacy Without Barriers"?
The Shen sisters really were something else.
Both had triggered hidden relationship titles.
One auto-cultivated through soul resonance.
The other rocketed straight to the fifth stage.
Those from the mystic sects sure moved fast, huh?
How could he not take advantage of this?
Just look at that delicate neck, those slender legs.
It took serious resources to maintain such refinement.
After a few more minutes of massage,
Lin Yu politely withdrew his hands and asked,
"Your legs should be fine now. Do you need help with your arms and shoulders…?"
It wasn’t that Lin Yu was addicted to massaging her.
It was just…
The timed mission hadn’t signaled completion yet!
If he stopped now, wouldn’t all that effort go to waste?
Even if he wasn’t taking advantage of Shen Jiuyi, he couldn’t let her take advantage of him either!
That would just be absurd.
Fortunately,
his earlier "gentlemanly" act of zipping her back up had already planted seeds of guilt in Shen Jiuyi’s heart.
Shen Jiuyi tried sitting up—this time effortlessly.
In fact, her legs felt even better than before she’d arrived.
Lin Yu had selflessly helped her, while she’d been petty and suspicious.
Now, faced with his genuine offer,
how could she refuse again? That would be inhuman.
Besides,
she was already here, the divination was done, and he’d seen everything.
The only question was how to accept his help while still maintaining some dignity.
"Lin Yu, could I trouble you for a sleepshirt?"
"After I put it on, I’d appreciate your continued assistance."
"Don’t worry, I’ve already showered. And I’ll wash it thoroughly before returning it."
She met his gaze earnestly, awaiting his response.
Lin Yu deadpanned:
"Return it?"
"You’ll be cleared of suspicion!"
"Meanwhile, I’ll be permanently branded!"
Shen Jiuyi: "Hmm, that’s a fair point."
Lin Yu: "…"
Where was the brilliantly sharp, always-a-step-ahead Xiao Jiu from before?
Had her intellect vanished along with her fate revelation?
For a moment,
Lin Yu almost imagined he saw Shen Buyao’s scheming expression.
"Wait here. I’ll get you one. No need to return it—I’ll wash it myself."
"Wait, no… based on your perception of me,"
"you’d assume I’d never wash it, just stash it away to sniff secretly, right?"
Shen Jiuyi flushed slightly: "My apologies. Another misjudgment."
Soon after,
Lin Yu handed her a clean sleepshirt and tactfully retreated to the living room,
giving her privacy to change.
"Zeng~ Zeng~ Zeng…"
The sound of a zipper, followed by rustling fabric.
Her upper body strength hadn’t fully returned,
making the simple act of dressing take forever.
After an eternity,
a soft "Done" came from the bedroom.
Lin Yu returned to find Shen Jiuyi seated on his bed, drowning in his oversized shirt.
The ill-fitting garment shouldn’t have been appealing, yet it gave him a strange satisfaction.
Especially with the blanket draped over her legs—the visual contrast was electrifying.
Men loved seeing women in their clothes.
It was a primal declaration of ownership, feeding the possessive urge.
That intoxicating delusion: She’s mine.
Shen Jiuyi noticed his lingering gaze and bit back whatever she’d been about to say.
In the past,
she’d have bluntly accused, "Your eyes are full of lust."
But now?
Even if it were true, she was the one who’d put herself in this position.
Having misjudged him once already,
how could she keep viewing him through a distorted lens without evidence?
"Lin Yu, thank you," she said quietly, turning to face away while keeping the blanket securely over her legs.
Beneath the discarded baseball jacket,
her last line of defense was a single cotton… label.
Lin Yu’s earlier shock hadn’t just been about her upper half—
the "empty vista" below had been equally staggering.
Approaching the bed, Lin Yu patted her back:
"Scoot over. You expect me to stand while working?"
"At least make room for me to sit."
Shen Jiuyi obediently shifted inward.
Knowing her predicament, Lin Yu thoughtfully tightened the blanket around her.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! Guarding against villains but not gentlemen, your chivalrous act reassures the Astral Pavilion’s Honorary Elder!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu inwardly scoffed:
Tsk. Another misjudgment.
What Shen Jiuyi didn’t realize:
Lin Yu’s entire day had revolved around bed-related activities.
Once settled behind her, Lin Yu prepared to resume.
The foot massage had been purely functional—
none of his pleasure-inducing techniques had been used yet.
But now…
"Ring-ring! Ring-ring!"
The jarring chime of a WeVideo call shattered the moment.
Lin Yu checked the screen, then glanced at Shen Jiuyi:
"Of all times… It’s YaoYao."
Their eyes simultaneously darted to:
The borrowed shirt. The blanket. The shared bed. Each other.
Shen Jiuyi panicked visibly: "!!!"
Lin Yu lunged for the headboard, yanking the blanket over himself to feign sleep.
At the same time,
he hissed instructions:
"Go to the study!"
Shen Jiuyi clutched the blanket, frozen:
"I—I’m not dressed!"
Lin Yu: "…"
He braced to vault off the bed and take the call in the study himself—
but before he could move,
Shen Jiuyi vanished from sight…
Under the covers.
The next instant,
her slight frame pinned his legs firmly in place.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn it, did it have to be this dramatic?
…
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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?"
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!
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?!
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!"
