This shouldn’t be happening!
There’s no reason to drag the little girl into this.
And yet, here we are, reduced to not even having enough to eat.
Now she has to turn to Lin Yu to learn how to steam rice?!
However.
Maomao shook her head and said:
"It’s not like that, Yu. You’ve misunderstood."
"I just thought…"
"I’m different from everyone else—I can’t cook, and I’m worried my dishes won’t suit others’ tastes."
"But for your birthday party, I figured we’d need some staple food, right?"
"I can learn to steam rice and do my part to help…"
Hearing this, Lin Yu finally understood.
She wanted to learn how to steam rice… for his birthday party!
What a thoughtful girl, actually wanting to contribute for his sake.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu had been racking his brains trying to figure out how to make the outer sect disciples work harder.
Sigh.
Lin Yu, the so-called "ruthless Rainy Night Butcher," actually felt a twinge of guilt.
Well, since things had come to this, he might as well agree to Maomao’s request and teach her how to use the microwave while he was at it.
"So that’s why. Thanks, Maomao."
"You really don’t have to go through the trouble."
"But then again, learning a new life skill is always good."
"Once Aunt Qimeng finishes cleaning up, come with me to the kitchen. I’ll teach you."
Maomao nodded but still didn’t seem satisfied.
She kept staring at Lin Yu with pleading eyes and said:
"Yu, there’s one more thing I hope you’ll agree to."
Lin Yu: "???"
There’s more?
Little Maomao didn’t even say everything at once?
Lin Yu asked again:
"What else? Do you want to learn something else?"
Maomao shook her head, her expression even more serious than before:
"No. It’s about… our duels!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Oh boy.
Here we go again!
For the past couple of days, since Maomao hadn’t brought it up, Lin Yu thought it was because his methods had been too "brutal."
That his relentless crushing victories had completely shattered her fighting spirit.
Turns out… that wasn’t the case at all!
Had this little one been secretly preparing a big move?
Lin Yu shook his head helplessly:
"Alright, alright. You’re really something."
"Ready? Let’s begin…"
Just as Lin Yu was about to throw out a challenge, Maomao suddenly spoke up:
"Wait, ZerO!"
Lin Yu: "???"
Calling him by his nickname?
This couldn’t be good.
Maomao blinked shrewdly:
"ZerO, I’ve realized something these past two days—why I always lose to you…"
Lin Yu: "Because you’re too weak? Or because I’m too strong?"
Maomao shook her head:
"Neither…"
"It’s because the duel topics are always so sudden, catching me off guard!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Tsk tsk tsk.
This was bad.
The kid had actually awakened.
Wouldn’t it be better to just stay a harmless NPC?
All the smart ones… had already been dealt with by him!
"Oh? Is that so? I hadn’t even noticed."
Lin Yu pretended to be clueless, curious to see what Maomao was planning.
Since she had brought it up, she must have given it a lot of thought.
She must have already figured out how to avoid being "played" by Lin Yu.
"So, these past two days, I made a program."
"I input over 500 different topics suitable for duels."
"Including every single one you’ve ever brought up, plus similar ones."
"I can even open-source the software for you, so you can see what’s in it."
"I also made Android and iOS versions for easy access."
"If it’s okay with you…"
"Next time, we can just open the app and randomly pick a duel topic!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Don’t you have anything better to do?!
Aren’t you exhausted after handling the daily defense tasks for Zone 860?
Even if you have energy to spare, wouldn’t gaming or watching movies be better?
Instead, you holed up in your room tinkering with this nonsense?!
And 500+ duel topics?!
What the—
Dumplings, fried rice, pastries…?
What, are you some kind of chef trying to change the world with a kitchen knife?
Just randomly picking a topic and dueling on the spot?!
Before Lin Yu could respond, Maomao added:
"If it’s under these random but fair conditions… I won’t lose to anyone."
Lin Yu: "???"
Didn’t Aunt Qimeng already take all of Faith Yang’s courage?
Where the heck did you get the confidence to say that?!
Meaning Lin Yu was doomed to lose?
"You’re very meticulous, but that won’t help."
"Send it to me. I’ll check it out this afternoon."
"From now on, we’ll do it your way—let the random challenges begin!"
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve completed the urgent mission "Infinite Challenge"!]
[The Joyous Sect’s outer sect disciple’s emotional knot has been untied by the Holy Son himself!]
[Rewards: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones, 1 free lottery draw!]
Well, well, well.
He hadn’t even checked Maomao’s info box earlier.
Turns out this was actually an urgent mission tied to her!
Just how seriously was she taking this?!
Don’t you have anything fun in your life?!
Hearing Lin Yu agree to the random challenge system, Maomao—for once—broke into a rare, excited smile.
……
To curb the outer sect disciples’ excessive energy, Lin Yu, who had originally planned to help with chores, wisely decided to sit back and relax.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily mission completed…]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily mission completed…]
Listening to the stream of system reward notifications, Lin Yu’s mood gradually improved.
Around 9 a.m., the delayed WeChat messages finally started rolling in.
「Mo Shangying: Wuwuwu, I worked too late last night and overslept.」
「Mo Shangying: Master, is there any leftover food for me?」
Mo Shangying: (wronged)(wronged)
Lin Yu: (right hum hum) (left hum hum)
「Lin Yu: Knew you wouldn’t wake up. There’s mung bean soup in the rice cooker—cool yourself down. Freeze the rest after drinking.」
Mo Shangying: Fine (wronged)
……
「Shen Jiuyi: Thanks, but I’m not very hungry.」
「Shen Jiuyi: Have fun. Yao’s getting ready.」
……
「Shen Buyao: (Voice message) Holy crap, I almost overslept! Thank god I set an alarm!」
「Shen Buyao: (Voice message) Skip breakfast for me, I gotta… muffled sounds… brush my teeth and shower! See you at the gate at 10!」
Lin Yu: "…"
As for the trip into the mountains with the antique-loving older sister…
While Lin Yu was looking forward to it, he also felt a vague unease.
This journey of "roaming the mortal world together"—surely it would just be about galloping freely and living unrestrained, right?
……
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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
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.”
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!
