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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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.
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