After a series of battles,
Lin Yu wasn’t in a hurry to take Little Fufu back home.
For a sensitive girl like Little Fufu,
leaving right after their encounter might make her overthink things.
Besides,
who could resist spending intimate, undisturbed time with a girl who completely obeyed them?
Such carefree moments, free from prying eyes, were rare.
True mutual affection
meant even the most mundane activities felt enjoyable when done together.
A movie Lin Yu couldn’t even remember the name of played on the TV,
yet the two snuggled up, engrossed in the plot, occasionally commenting on the scenes.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! The peaceful moments after baring one’s heart and soul make your partner wish to cherish them forever!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
The one savoring this warmth the most was naturally Little Fufu.
After breaking through the threshold of her first time, her heart was filled with uncertainty.
But Lin Yu chose to stay by her side instead of leaving hastily.
Wrapped in this overwhelming sense of security, Ye Mengfu had already forgotten the pain from earlier.
Now,
she just wished time would slow down, for this day not to end so soon.
Apart from companionship,
Lin Yu was also examining the three new skills he had just acquired.
[Body Perception]!
A skill for judging body proportions.
Simply put,
it allowed him to accurately gauge someone’s measurements at a glance.
For a talented artist like him, sketching human figures would now be effortless.
[Aesthetic Perception]!
This skill was even more straightforward.
It just sharpened his sense of beauty.
His keen eye for aesthetics became even more discerning.
The most unexpected skill, however, was the third one—[Spiritual Voice Purification]!
This was a singing-related ability!
Little Fufu actually had such a skill?
It caught Lin Yu off guard.
But upon reflection,
it wasn’t entirely unbelievable.
Little Fufu stuttered nervously in front of others,
so her talent for singing might simply be something no one else knew about.
Still, Lin Yu struggled to grasp what the "purification effect" mentioned in the skill description truly meant.
Gazing at the adorable girl in his arms,
Lin Yu spoke up:
"Little Fufu, you must sing beautifully, right?"
Ye Mengfu: "Huh? Wh-why would you say that…?"
Lin Yu replied earnestly:
"Because your voice is the loveliest among all the girls in the apartment. I’ve never heard anything so soothing, even at school."
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! The Saint’s sincere praise fills your partner’s heart with joy!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu: "I… I’m just average at singing."
Her answer pleased Lin Yu.
Unlike her usual socially awkward self, she didn’t claim to be terrible or say she couldn’t sing.
This meant
she had absolutely no intention of lying to him.
He took Little Fufu’s hand and placed it against his chest, pleading:
"Then if you sing for me now, would I be the first boy to hear your voice?"
"I want to be the first…"
Ye Mengfu bit her lip, utterly incapable of refusing him.
Besides, being the first…
Wasn’t this Lin Yu’s way of showing possessiveness?
Other emotions might be hard for her to decipher,
but whenever Lin Yu displayed this "claiming" side,
Ye Mengfu could clearly sense
the happiness blooming in her heart.
"Ch-childish songs… are okay?"
She burrowed deeper into Lin Yu’s embrace,
as if trying to hide her flushed face.
"Of course! I’m a childish person too. My ears are ready!"
Lin Yu gently stroked Ye Mengfu’s back.
After a brief silence,
a sweet, melodious tune flowed from her lips:
"Rain poured all night long~ Waking up to clear skies~"
"Dreamt of you again~ Playing games so bright-eyed~"
"All my careless faults~ Blame myself, too unwise~"
"..."
Listening to Little Fufu’s voice, Lin Yu was stunned.
Her singing was like a clear mountain stream—
soft, innocent, and untouched by the world, flowing with effortless grace.
Sweet but not cloying, pure and translucent.
"Wanna tell you soon~ With the crayons you gave~"
"Drew a picture, sending it your way~"
"Wanna tell you soon~ How I miss you each day~"
"Distance can’t keep my heart at bay~ It’s with you, come what may~"
Her voice, pristine and untainted, seemed to drift in from distant childhood memories,
filling Lin Yu with profound serenity.
That absurd joke from before now made perfect sense.
So…
Three Hundred Nursery Rhymes really was a demon-repelling scripture!
...
7:00 PM.
Back at the apartment.
Lin Yu personally escorted Little Fufu to her room.
On the way back,
they shared a simple dinner together,
spending the rest of their day in each other’s company.
Stretching as he climbed to the third floor, Lin Yu turned his phone’s ringer back on.
Earlier, in the taxi,
He was no stranger to handling replies to messages.
It felt no different from his daily routine of reviewing official documents.
Among the most recent messages,
one stood out—a text from Ying'er.
「Mo Shangying: Little Yu, when are you coming back?」
「Lin Yu: Not sure yet, might be a bit late.」
That "Little Yu"
sent Lin Yu's heart trembling.
Ever since the two had grown intimate,
Ying'er only called him "Master" in moments of extreme rationality.
The long-dormant nickname "Little Yu" had resurfaced in their daily lives.
As Lin Yu passed by Mo Shangying's room,
he hesitated for a moment before deciding to head back and rest first.
Though the afternoon's exertions hadn't left him mentally exhausted,
he was worried his body might not hold up!
Given Ying'er's unrestrained personality,
the moment he knocked on her door,
she might just drag him inside and wear him out completely!
His desires had already been thoroughly spent that afternoon, and now he was firmly in his post-clarity state.
Better to delay another day.
As he tiptoed past Mo Shangying's door,
he made sure not to make a sound.
Yet—
"Sniff…"
At that very moment, a faint sob escaped from inside the room.
Lin Yu couldn’t have misheard it.
There was no mistaking it—that was Ying'er crying!
Why was she hiding in her room, weeping alone?
Without a second thought,
Lin Yu stopped in his tracks and swiftly turned back toward Mo Shangying's door.
...
(Second update for today—more to come soon, stay tuned!)
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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?"
