The sound of wind, the sound of rain, and the sound of reading?
The first two are easy enough to understand.
Tang Yimian found herself pinned against the desk, her legs trapped in place.
Outside, the "pitter-patter" of rain grew louder.
Accompanied by the "whooshing" cold wind blowing into the room.
The vivid sounds of wind and rain intertwined, amplifying the sense of the storm's fury.
Tang Yimian instantly grasped the atmosphere.
But what did Lin Yu mean by the "sound of reading"?
What exactly was he referring to?
Little did she know.
At that moment, Lin Yu's gaze was already locked onto the small bookshelf on the desk.
Among the collection of hardcover books, a single volume shimmered with a golden glow.
The intensity of its concealed radiance.
Even surpassed Auntie's diary and Xiao Chi's goblin manga!
What could it possibly be?
The moment to uncover the truth had arrived!
Seizing the opportunity while Tang Yimian remained oblivious.
Lin Yu swiftly and precisely reached for the bookshelf.
With a firm grip, he pulled out the golden book wedged between the others and slammed it onto the desk.
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Both of them froze in place, their eyes wide with shock.
A beat slower to react, Tang Yimian hurriedly covered the title with her hand.
Even so.
Lin Yu had already seen it clearly.
No wonder it emitted such a golden glow—it was literally a book with "gold" in its title!
[Ding!]
[During the Forbidden Zone expedition, you have acquired and utilized the "Golden Plum and Jade Vase Record," a rare tome of worldly desires!]
[Rewards: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones, 1 Bottle of Hundred Flowers Nectar]
Ah-ha, a rare tome of worldly desires!
No wonder it was hidden so deeply!
The thick hardcover book, judging by its worn cover, was far from new.
Which meant.
Her senior must have flipped through it countless times before.
At this moment.
Tang Yimian's heart leaped into her throat.
Hadn’t Lin Yu just intended to grab any random book?
How could he have so coincidentally picked this one?!
Back when she wanted to learn how to write about interactions between men and women, Tang Yimian had done extensive research.
This book was specifically purchased as reference material for her writing.
She had even read a bit of it earlier that day.
Before inviting Lin Yu over, she had carefully hidden it away.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine…
He would still manage to find it with pinpoint accuracy!
Before Tang Yimian could even gather her thoughts to explain, Lin Yu made his move.
Lin Yu placed a large hand over hers.
With overwhelming strength, he slowly guided her hand aside, revealing the book's true title.
As the slender, elegant characters gradually lost their cover.
Tang Yimian, powerless to resist, felt her nerves fraying under the intense stimulation.
It was as if he wasn’t just moving her hand, but stripping away her last shred of dignity.
Finally.
The three bold characters of the title were laid bare before their eyes.
Tang Yimian seemed to have lost all means of defense.
If not for the desk propping her up, she might have collapsed to the floor in sheer panic.
"Quite the refined taste, I see. So this is how you cultivate your… interests?"
"Yimian, tell me, what do these words say?"
Lin Yu rested his chin on Tang Yimian’s shoulder.
Peering over her delicate frame, he commanded her to read it aloud.
"N-no, not usually… I only—"
Tang Yimian instinctively tried to explain.
She only ever took it out when honing her writing skills.
It wasn’t for any… personal indulgence.
"Mmph!"
Lin Yu firmly covered her mouth.
His cold voice whispered in her ear:
"I only asked for the book’s name. No extra words needed."
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
So this was what Lin Yu meant by the "sound of reading"?
Reciting the book’s title?
The feeling of being controlled sent Tang Yimian’s heart racing.
But the authority in Lin Yu’s tone left no room for defiance.
She lowered her head, staring at the desk, and haltingly began:
"G-Golden… Plum…"
[Ding!]
[Masterful execution! By enforcing strict commands, you’ve fully immersed the Elder of the Transmission Hall into her role, deepening her reverence for the Holy Son!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
After stammering through the words.
Lin Yu himself was slightly taken aback.
The system actually gave positive feedback for this?
Any lingering hesitation in his heart vanished completely.
Today, his senior was far more compliant than yesterday.
Was this the power of "authority"?
But Lin Yu’s idea of the "sound of reading" wasn’t just about reciting a title.
With such a stormy ambiance, wasting the mood would be a crime.
Before pulling out the "golden book,"
Lin Yu’s original plan was to have Tang Yimian read from it.
But upon reflection…
Classical prose recited aloud might not pass modern censorship in her writing!
Shifting gears.
Lin Yu applied slight pressure, lowering Tang Yimian’s posture further.
"Yimian, have you heard of Wang Wei’s… 'Longing'?"
Their current position.
Already had Tang Yimian’s mind racing toward scandalous implications.
Yet out of nowhere.
Lin Yu brought up the name of an ancient poem?
Was there some hidden connection to today’s acting lesson?
As a literature teacher, how could she not know such a famous, easily remembered verse?
Tang Yimian: "I… have."
Lin Yu: "Good. Recite it for me."
Tang Yimian: "……"
What was Lin Yu playing at?!
Why recite poetry at a time like this?
Was this the "sound of reading" he meant?
But…
How could this possibly help with writing web novels?
"Recite it for me."
Lin Yu repeated, his tone even more commanding than before.
Tang Yimian obediently began:
"Red beans grow in the southern land… Ah!"
The first line barely left her lips.
Tang Yimian could vividly sense.
Lin Yu’s hand, resting on her shoulder, had begun to move.
Its destination… was all too obvious!
From Lin Yu’s perspective.
His fingers weren’t slipping past pajamas, but the delicate silk of a fairy’s robe.
Especially from this angle, the thrill of dragging an immortal master into the mortal world was irresistible.
(No choice but to imply the rest… O(╥﹏╥)O)
Lin Yu: "Louder. Start over."
Tang Yimian: "Red beans grow in the southern land…"
Lin Yu interrupted:
"What grows in the southern land?"
Tang Yimian’s heart clenched:
"Red beans."
Lin Yu pressed further:
"What?"
Tang Yimian:
"Red beans! S-stop…!"
Her feeble verbal protest had no effect whatsoever.
Lin Yu: "Don’t stop unless I say so. Keep going."
Tang Yimian weakly braced against the desk: "In spring… a few branches sprout."
Lin Yu: "So how many branches?"
Tang Yimian: "I… don’t know…"
Lin Yu circled insistently: "Feel it properly!"
Tang Yimian gritted her teeth: "T-two… branches."
Lin Yu: "Continue."
Tang Yimian: "May you… gather them freely."
Lin Yu: "May who?"
Tang Yimian: "May… you."
Lin Yu: "Good. Gathering in progress. Keep going…"
……
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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.
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
