"You've improved so much, senior!"
"No longer just an empty skeleton, but something with flesh and blood now!"
Lin Yu praised sincerely.
[Ding!]
[Brilliant move—your enthusiastic praise and encouragement have greatly boosted the Elder of the Transmission Hall's confidence and happiness!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
Senior is overjoyed?
Too bad.
Lin Yu would soon show her with his actions… she was celebrating too soon!
Lin Yu had never underestimated Tang Yimian's talent for web novels.
Reaching this level of skill was practically within his expectations.
However.
Even if the Four Great Classical Novels were presented today, Lin Yu would still have to find flaws.
Otherwise, what’s the point of having a "mentor"?
If you already knew everything and did everything perfectly…
Then who’s really the mentor here?
"My talent is quite average, and I owe it all to Junior Lin… no, Mentor Lin’s patient guidance."
"Without Mentor Lin’s help, it would’ve taken me who knows how long to figure out these techniques and descriptive methods on my own."
Tang Yimian clasped her hands behind her back, her face lit up with a happy smile.
How could she not be grateful to Lin Yu?
To help her master the art of writing romantic tension,
Lin Yu had even sacrificed his "precious first kiss"!
Such an outstanding young man, such a capable junior.
Yet his first kiss had been taken by her.
From last night until now, she couldn’t shake the guilt in her heart.
So when Lin Yu suggested reviewing the novel together,
Tang Yimian tidied up her room and offered her bedroom as their meeting place.
Beyond that,
she was also brewing a plan to properly compensate her junior.
She couldn’t let him teach for free, nor let his efforts go unrewarded.
But who would’ve thought?
Lin Yu’s next words
instantly froze Tang Yimian’s smile in place.
"A sturdy, unbreakable skeleton means your story is solid."
"Flesh and blood mean your characters are vivid and three-dimensional."
"When both are done well, it only means the book has the potential to be a hit."
"But while you have the skeleton and the flesh, what’s still missing are the… meridians that bring it all to life!"
Tang Yimian immediately snapped to attention.
She rushed to her desk and grabbed her notebook.
Without any warning, Mentor Lin was dropping another lesson!
Once back in her seat,
Tang Yimian sat across from Lin Yu and asked earnestly:
"Mentor Lin, by ‘meridians’… do you mean the main storyline?"
Like most people, Tang Yimian’s first thought was the plot’s backbone.
But her main storyline wasn’t complicated—it had been clearly laid out in the first draft.
If he was bringing it up now, did that mean there was a problem with it?
The next moment,
Lin Yu wagged his finger mysteriously and said:
"Of course not. The main storyline is still surface-level."
"The meridians that connect flesh and bone are hidden where readers won’t notice."
"They are…"
"the detailed descriptions of external objects!"
Tang Yimian’s brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently.
She felt like she grasped something, yet also like she hadn’t.
She tentatively asked:
"Mentor Lin, do you mean descriptions of scenery?"
Lin Yu stood up and began pacing around her.
"Not quite—that’s only part of it."
"Senior, would you mind if I used some things in your room to demonstrate?"
After all that buildup,
Lin Yu had finally reached his main point.
Today, in senior’s room, he would uncover the secrets of those glittering treasures.
And he wouldn’t just uncover them—he’d do it openly!
Right in front of her, standing tall as he explored!
Tang Yimian, eager to learn,
didn’t hesitate to agree to such a simple request:
"Of course, feel free to use anything you need, Mentor Lin."
Her reasoning was simple.
What could he possibly take?
Just some ordinary items—nothing to worry about.
Immediately after,
Lin Yu picked up an unlucky-looking teddy bear from her bedside—the most eye-catching of the glittering objects.
[Ding!]
[A sleep aid plush from the fairy’s bed—perhaps holding it close could have a unique calming effect?]
"This plush must be something you cuddle with when you sleep, right?"
Lin Yu casually asked.
Tang Yimian nodded hesitantly:
"Yes, I usually… sleep with it."
"Kind of childish, isn’t it?"
"But holding it always makes me feel safe."
Lin Yu was very pleased with her answer.
"Good, so it gives you a sense of security."
"Senior, please cooperate for a moment—hold it now."
With the tone of a natural instructor, Lin Yu echoed the system’s hint.
Tang Yimian didn’t understand,
but she trusted that Lin Yu had his reasons.
So she obediently hugged the plush and sat properly.
[Ding!]
[Exploration of forbidden grounds successful—obtained and used the "Fluffheart Soul-Calming Doll"!]
[Reward: 30 sect contribution points, 80 spirit stones.]
Who knew such a tiny sleep plush had such a grand name?
Not bad at all.
Lin Yu then walked to the desk and picked up a wooden comb glowing with golden light from the "crafting table."
[Ding!]
[Seems to be an item the fairy uses to groom her emotions—combing her hair personally might yield miraculous effects?]
Perfect!
This comb would serve as his next teaching prop.
Under Tang Yimian’s watchful gaze,
Lin Yu carried the comb and stood behind her.
"Look forward, not at me."
"Before we dive into the performance-based teaching method, let me give you an example."
"Please briefly imagine me as the male lead in your novel—the one with the obsessive possessiveness."
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
It was starting already?
Without any warning, today’s training session had begun.
Last time,
she and Lin Yu had both lost their first kisses.
Tang Yimian had even wondered if today should just be discussion, nothing more.
Now,
Lin Yu hadn’t given her time to think—he’d already "professionally" begun his demonstration.
As the beneficiary,
how could she refuse the giver’s proposal?
Of course she had to cooperate!
Besides,
Tang Yimian genuinely wanted to understand what Lin Yu meant by "detailed descriptions of external objects."
Even with these two props,
she still couldn’t see how they’d play into the lesson.
Snap!
The next moment,
the room’s lights suddenly turned off.
Only the bathroom light remained, casting the bedroom into near-total darkness.
Lin Yu’s silhouette, backlit by the bathroom glow, stretched across the wall.
Through the shadow, Tang Yimian felt last night’s nervousness resurface.
Then,
the shadow of Lin Yu’s hand fell upon her shoulder.
……
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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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
