Ye Mengfu hadn't fully composed herself yet.
Lin Yu's passionate kiss had already descended swiftly.
Flustered and caught off guard, little Fufu slid effortlessly from the head of the bed, pulled down onto the pillow.
She didn’t know any techniques.
All she could do was clumsily respond to Lin Yu, hoping he could sense her feelings.
Lin Yu’s hands were far from idle.
The layers of her pajamas and nightgown crumpled into chaotic folds.
Just as Ye Mengfu thought the next step would be…
Lin Yu suddenly stilled, pulling her tightly into his arms.
"Little Fufu, it’s so easy to lose control when I’m alone with you."
"But when you’re sick, I have to hold back. I can’t take advantage of you."
"Just holding you is enough. I’ll stay with you for a while, then leave."
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—restraining yourself and prioritizing your partner, deeply moving her heart!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu’s tender words struck a chord in Ye Mengfu.
For her sake, he was willing to hold back.
Indeed.
Infatuation is reckless, but love… is restraint.
Ye Mengfu nestled into the warmth of his embrace and murmured softly,
"I… can handle it."
Lin Yu was considering her health.
Naturally, she wanted to consider his feelings too.
Besides.
She wasn’t entirely lying—her body really did feel less weak now.
Could the medicine work that fast?
If not the medicine…
Then it must be her lover’s visit that revitalized her!
Was this the power of love?
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Emergency mission "Qi Deficiency Syndrome" completed!]
[The Joyous Sect’s Talisman Master’s constitution has been significantly enhanced—symptoms fully cured, intimacy with the Holy Son deepened!]
[Reward: 200 sect contribution points, 600 spirit stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
What a wonderful little Fufu!
Just as the day began, she had gifted Lin Yu a generous reward.
Such effortless missions were never too many for him.
That heated kiss had also elevated his image in her eyes.
But what truly surprised Lin Yu was the change in her body.
Holding her this close,
he could clearly feel an intense heat radiating from her.
At first, he worried she might sweat and was ready to pull the covers off.
Yet, despite the overwhelming warmth, not a single drop of perspiration formed.
Her skin remained smooth and cool, no matter how his hands wandered.
Meanwhile, little Fufu herself…
Perhaps due to the medicine’s intense effects,
drifted into a deep slumber within minutes.
Did the Qi Condensing Pill also have sedative properties?
What excellent medicine!
Even a healthy partner could take it occasionally to strengthen their body.
At least then, she wouldn’t beg for mercy before he was done!
Once sure she was sound asleep, Lin Yu left quietly.
After gently closing the door, he headed downstairs to the dining room.
At the staircase, the familiar aroma of red bean porridge greeted him.
"Aha! Big Yu, you’re finally up!"
"Thought you’d laze in bed till ten!"
The loud, cheerful voice made Lin Yu tense up.
Huang Feirong, dressed lightly, bounced out from the dining area, waving at him with a grin.
Her oversized white T-shirt revealed black bra straps on her shoulders.
A frayed denim mini-skirt, zebra-striped ankle socks, and white sneakers completed the look.
This was…
Aside from the socks being shorter and the giant red hair clip missing,
her outfit was nearly identical to what she wore in his dream!
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Was this the Dirty Joke Queen’s doing?
Dressing exactly like his dream?
But the real shock came when—
after Lin Yu forced a smile and greeted her—
Huang Feirong tiptoed closer, whispering excitedly:
Lin Yu: "???"
What nonsense is this?
Frowning, he calmly looked her over again and shook his head.
"No idea. Sister Feirong, have you worn this before?"
Huang Feirong, completely unaware the dream was Lin Yu’s doing,
must have had some other outrageous remark prepared.
Just as he expected.
With a sly grin, she tugged him further from the dining room.
The clatter of kitchen work hinted Qi Meng was preparing breakfast.
Huang Feirong’s secrecy suggested she didn’t want Qi Meng to hear.
What kind of decent conversation required this level of discretion?
Even braced for it, Lin Yu was still floored by Huang Feirong’s shamelessness…
"That day in the dream, when you pinned me against the wall, I was wearing this."
"Pretty hot, right? Gets the blood pumping, huh?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Can’t someone lock this deranged imperial concubine away?
Her words always shattered his expectations,
leaving him speechless every time.
He prided himself on resilience and sharp wit,
but even he couldn’t counter the Dirty Joke Queen’s relentless barrage.
"I give up, Sister Feirong…"
Before he could finish, she cut in again.
"Relax, relax! My belt’s so tight, you think it’s easy to get into?"
"By the way, you nailed Yao Yao’s hubby yesterday, right?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This was even harder to respond to than before.
Would Shen Buyao really share their scandalous affairs with the Dirty Joke Queen?
No way!
She even kept secrets from Shen Jiuyi.
No chance she’d confess to Huang Feirong, the queen of filth.
At most, she knew they’d gone to the old house together.
Nothing beyond that.
"In the dream, even you were out of reach. How could I possibly get to Sister Yao Yao?"
"Sister Feirong, the world’s full of colors—not just the dirty ones."
"Can’t we talk about something wholesome?"
Hearing this,
Huang Feirong smirked, her eyes gleaming with knowing mischief.
"Oho~ We’ve got a saint in our little apartment, how impressive."
"Bet behind closed doors, you’re the one craving the dirtiest talks."
"Or are you still in post-nut clarity from yesterday?"
"Did you go all out?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Worse than being forced into vulgar chats by the Dirty Joke Queen?
Being exposed by her.
…
(First update today. There will definitely be a bonus chapter later. Please check out the ads to support this humble author—many thanks!)
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
