"Pitter-patter… pitter-patter…"
The torrential rain threatened to flood the streams and ponds.
Lin Yu had initially planned to drag his antique-loving sister into the downpour for a romantic dance in the rain.
His physique made illness the least of his worries.
The real concern was whether Shen Buyao could handle it.
So.
With the house deemed unsafe and the pavilion already serving as the battleground for round two,
the two of them hatched a plan.
They drove the Beetle through the back gate and into the courtyard!
The Beetle’s compact size made the back seats a nightmare for someone of Lin Yu’s height.
But if they ignored the back altogether,
pushed the front passenger seat all the way back, and reclined it to its limit…
it became the perfect arena for their relentless skirmish.
Practical experience proved, however,
that the Beetle’s chassis and undercarriage craftsmanship left much to be desired.
When the rocking reached a certain intensity,
the frame would emit faint creaks—
rhythmic, almost melodic.
The only regret?
After completing the physical union with one Dao companion,
no matter how many subsequent battles he waged,
the rewards dried up, leaving only the hollow chime of [Congratulations, Host].
Perhaps the system feared that if rewards kept flowing for rounds two, three, and beyond,
the host might abandon all other paths of self-improvement
and focus solely on this… art.
Which would inevitably lead to…
a daily rotation of broken Dao companions!
……
At 3:30 in the afternoon,
Lin Yu retrieved the food Shen Buyao had brought from the car,
along with the cold dishes and fruits the butler had thoughtfully left for them in the fridge.
They sat together by the bed, treating it as a makeshift lunch table.
Shen Buyao, already a creature of nocturnal habits and irregular mealtimes,
felt little hunger even now.
What she did feel was exhaustion—
and the floating dizziness of one who’d overindulged in wine.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to eat at the table.
But after the dual assault on her mind and body,
she doubted she could even stay upright in a chair.
"Let me. What do you want to eat?"
Seeing Shen Buyao propped against the headboard, Lin Yu picked up the chopsticks with a twinge of guilt, ready to feed her.
The blush had faded from Shen Buyao’s face,
leaving her pale and drained.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The profound sense of love and attentive care deeply moved your Dao companion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Watching Lin Yu’s gesture,
Shen Buyao rubbed her wrist and smirked.
"My hands are just red from being grabbed, not broken."
"I’m no delicate little bunny. I can handle myself."
Lin Yu nodded, teasingly agreeing.
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
"Who was it in the pavilion begging me to ‘ease up’?"
"Definitely not a little white bunny—more like a dusty gray one, huh?"
Shen Buyao responded by kicking at him in mock outrage.
How could he just say that out loud?!
Did she have no dignity left?!
But even at her peak,
she stood no chance of landing a hit on Lin Yu.
And now, in her weakened state,
the kick served only as a playful provocation.
Lin Yu effortlessly caught her ankle,
pulling her closer.
"What’s this?"
"Looking to beg for mercy again?"
"Buyao, those childish charms of yours don’t work on me."
"If we can do it once, we can do it ten times."
"I don’t mind delaying lunch for… other appetites."
With someone as bold as Shen Buyao,
Lin Yu had learned to match her candor.
Otherwise,
his words would carry no weight with her.
Hearing this, Shen Buyao burst out laughing again.
"You’re unbelievable…"
"Since when was ‘donkey’ part of the zodiac?"
"Let’s eat. For today… let’s call it here."
But the flicker in her eyes betrayed her true thoughts.
Lin Yu released her, feeding her a bite as he countered,
"You think that’s enough to satisfy me? Dream on."
"I still haven’t seen you in that black qipao."
"Since the Zixia Fairy outfit got ruined, that’s the next best thing!"
"A few private photos for lonely nights—so I can reminisce properly."
Shen Buyao chewed the food he offered, scowling through a laugh.
"Stop making it sound so perverted, you jerk!"
"You’re doing this on purpose!"
Ever since discovering that Lin Yu survived their… intimate encounter
and was still energetically ‘hammering’ away,
the nickname "jerk" had made a comeback in their banter.
Lin Yu didn’t mind.
In fact, he’d grown fond of it.
From the pavilion’s safehouse skirmish to the Beetle’s extended campaign,
Lin Yu had thrown himself into the fray without a single mishap.
In the cosmic logic of Ziwei Doushu’s fate-reading, this was what they called…
A man of mighty fortune shattering ill-fated bonds!
……
By evening,
Old Liang, who’d received the message an hour and a half prior,
returned to the Shen family estate.
Shen Buyao’s note had mentioned that some things had been "accidentally" damaged
and asked him to tidy up once the rain stopped.
But Old Liang couldn’t wait.
His first priority was inspecting the house to uncover the full extent of the chaos.
Meanwhile,
he kept the endlessly curious Shen Jiuyi updated via phone.
Shen Jiuyi: "Old Liang, how’s the door lock?"
Old Liang: "Smashed! How is that even possible? I chose the hardest wood for that!"
Shen Jiuyi: "Maybe take up blacksmithing next time."
……
A few minutes later.
Shen Jiuyi: "What about Feilong?"
Old Liang: "Asleep? Looks like it overate? The meat in its bowl is completely gone! It never eats past fullness!"
Shen Jiuyi: "Seems someone’s better at falconry than you."
……
Another few minutes.
Shen Jiuyi: "The secret passage?"
Old Liang: "No way! The stone slab sealing it… shattered? Since when can normal people do that?"
Shen Jiuyi: "So Buyao really did fall in."
……
Twenty minutes later.
Shen Jiuyi: "Anything else unusual?"
Old Liang sighed deeply.
"The aged wine from the backyard was dug up. An empty jar was tossed into the pond."
"Tire marks suggest Buyao’s car came in through the back gate. Looks like… it got stuck in the mud?"
"The parking spot has deep ruts."
"The bedroom trash has food scraps—not much, probably enough for two."
"Oh, and there’s a rusty cleaver lying around. No idea where it came from. Was it always here?"
Shen Jiuyi pressed further:
"Anything else?"
Old Liang hesitated before continuing.
"Well…"
"The bed’s collapsed!"
"And…"
"A quilt’s missing!"
Shen Jiuyi: "…"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
