As dusk fell,
Lin Yu returned alone to the apartment.
Shen Buyao, despite being "severely injured," insisted on reopening her shop at Ghost Market Street.
She knew Shen Jiuyi was there.
If she didn’t open for business today,
Shen Jiuyi would undoubtedly assume Lin Yu had "broken" her.
To salvage what little remained of her dignity, Shen Buyao had no choice but to tough it out despite her injuries.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Lin Yu didn’t even have time to retreat to his room.
Parked outside the courtyard gate was a familiar vehicle—
A black Mercedes G-Class.
Lin Yu recognized the license plate.
It belonged to Museum Director Xia Xiashan!
Since delivering Maomao,
Lin Yu hadn’t seen this "defeated elder sister" visit in days.
Had she deliberately chosen this time, knowing he wasn’t home, just to check on Maomao?
As he entered the first-floor lobby,
Lin Yu was still pondering how to casually drop by her room.
But then—
Right there on the communal sofa, Xia Xiashan, Xia Yiwei, and Maomao were chatting away!
"Well, well, Director Xia! What a rare guest!"
"Welcome!"
Lin Yu greeted Xia Xiashan the moment their eyes met.
Today, the museum director was dressed in a crisp white bandeau top and form-fitting black athletic shorts.
The moment she stood from the sofa, her outfit radiated cool, effortless charm.
Xia Xiashan’s response was awkward—a stiff nod and a half-hearted wave.
Then,
she shot a glare at Xia Yiwei and Maomao.
Her eyes screamed:
You two tricked me!
Didn’t you say Lin Yu wasn’t home?!
Why is he here?!
Xia Yiwei and Maomao instantly averted their gazes, refusing to meet hers.
As the man who had once reduced her to tears,
Xia Xiashan had spent the past few days haunted by "that humiliating defeat."
In all her years, no one—not even her uncle—had ever beaten her like that.
Proud and headstrong, she still couldn’t face Lin Yu calmly.
That’s why she always checked if he was home before visiting Maomao.
This was only her second visit since moving in.
The first time,
Lin Yu hadn’t even known.
"Big sis, my little master is greeting you so warmly," Xia Yiwei teased, grinning.
"Why that look? Like you’ve seen an enemy."
"What, itching for another fight?"
She taunted her sister boldly, knowing Xia Xiashan wouldn’t dare act up here—this was their turf.
Besides,
her sister genuinely feared Lin Yu now.
"Shut it. Don’t stir the pot," Xia Xiashan snapped back.
"Or I’ll deal with you first."
When she turned to Lin Yu again, her discomfort deepened.
She couldn’t decide whether to force a smile or maintain her aloof expression.
Lin Yu stepped closer, extending a hand with a warm smile.
"Yiwei, stop teasing your sister."
"There’s no bad blood between Director Xia and me."
"Last time was just me helping you out. It won’t happen again."
Seeing his politeness, Xia Xiashan reluctantly reached out to shake his hand.
The moment their hands touched,
both froze.
Xia Xiashan: "!!!"
Trembling…
She was trembling uncontrollably…
The fear of being overpowered seemed to surge through Lin Yu’s grip, flooding her body and mind.
This wasn’t the first time she’d felt it.
During training lately,
whenever Lin Yu crossed her thoughts, her muscles would tense involuntarily.
She’d even consulted the martial arts center’s physiotherapist, desperate for a solution.
The diagnosis?
Yips.
A common sports disorder among professional athletes.
Psychogenic cases often stem from subconscious trauma—reliving past failures mid-action,
rendering them unable to perform specific movements.
For golfers, baseball players, tennis pros—once the yips strike,
it’s practically a career death sentence.
Xia Xiashan had brushed off the diagnosis…
Until now.
That handshake convinced her—
This was pathological fear.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu’s surprise came from—
[Ding!]
[Xia Xiashan]
[Age: 29]
[&%￥#@￥￥……]
[…]
[(Prerequisite quest incomplete. Details locked.)]
Well, well.
Turns out the museum director was another long-lost "sect sister"!
Before the system’s prompt, Lin Yu had felt a twinge of guilt over their clash.
After all,
Director Xia had never provoked him.
Yet he’d shattered her pride with a single flick, reducing her to tears.
But with the "Lost Sect" label in play?
Everything changed.
What made it worse—
That evasive gaze…
That uncontrollable shudder…
Director Xia was terrified of him.
When you suddenly realize
a woman you once tread carefully around
now fears you yet can’t resist you…
That’s when the other beast awakens.
Especially when she’s a renowned
martial arts heir!
Avoid her?
No chance.
He’d seek more contact.
"Director Xia, how’s the injury from last time?"
Lin Yu kept his tone gentle, masking his excitement.
Xia Xiashan’s eye twitched.
Lin Yu really knows how to pick his words, huh?
Salt in the wound—intentional or not?
His face gave nothing away.
At least he seemed concerned.
Gritting her teeth, she suppressed her dread and replied:
"Fine. It healed the same day."
"Maybe… we’ll spar again sometime."
Just uttering "spar again" took immense courage.
Xia Yiwei, oblivious to her sister’s turmoil, pounced on the opening:
"Spar? Sis, taking turns hitting each other is a spar."
"One hit from him and you’re down—that’s called fraud."
Xia Xiashan’s brow furrowed: "..."
If she couldn’t teach Lin Yu a lesson,
she could at least discipline her little sister.
Just wait—Xia Yiwei’s reckoning would come.
Lin Yu stayed out of their squabble, his gaze shifting to Maomao.
Throughout the exchange, Maomao had stayed silent, her brows knitted with worry.
Not just silent—she seemed detached,
as if mentally absent from the conversation.
Something’s wrong.
Definitely trouble brewing.
...
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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!
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?!
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.”
