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【Ding!】

【Congratulations, Host! You have successfully bound your first cultivation partner!】

【Partner’s Sect Status: Elder of the Formation Hall, traitor of the Celestial Secrets Pavilion】

【Rewards: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones】

【Ding!】

【Great Dao’s Harmony! Successfully completed half a session of dual cultivation with your partner, balancing yin and yang for immense cultivation benefits!】

【Rewards: 20 Sect Contribution Points, 50 Spirit Stones】

【……】

【Friendly Reminder: Your sect status has been elevated. Binding a cultivation partner has unlocked multiple internal and external cultivation techniques in the prize pool.】

During halftime of the soccer match, after Mo Shangying returned from washing up, Lin Yu listened to the system’s notifications with mixed emotions.

Miserably, he silently washed his clothes in the bathroom.

He had to hurry—if he waited any longer, it’d be harder to clean.

Everything needed washing, and he even had to change into fresh sleepwear.

The system’s reward descriptions were absurdly meticulous…

Half a session of dual cultivation?

So, if the "lock" wasn’t fully opened, it didn’t count as a full session?

Honestly, that little hacker had guts—and an even bolder sense of scale.

With the right atmosphere…

Tsk tsk, it left a unique aftertaste in his heart.

Quite unforgettable, really.

And it had brought significant benefits to his system progression.

The most obvious improvement was his elevated sect status.

Now, Lin Yu’s information panel displayed:

【Sect Status: Inner Sect Disciple】

Not only had he risen from the outer sect to the inner sect, but the "probationary" label had also been removed.

Thanks to this promotion, the prize pool had expanded.

The next round of draws should yield even more interesting rewards.

After quickly washing up and changing, Lin Yu returned to the bedside in fresh sleepwear.

His mid-game wardrobe change piqued Ye Mengfu’s curiosity.

Meanwhile, Mo Shangying sat nearby, barely suppressing her amusement.

“I wore that set for over a day—it just felt a bit uncomfortable, so I changed into something clean.”

Even someone as composed as Lin Yu could only come up with such an excuse.

Whether it was airtight or not didn’t matter, as long as Ye Mengfu bought it.

And buy it she did.

In fact, she now had a more concrete understanding of Lin Yu’s "cleanliness obsession."

Changing sleepwear after just one day? That was extreme fastidiousness.

From now on, she’d have to be extra cautious in her interactions with him.

What happened today absolutely couldn’t happen again.

As Lin Yu sat back down beside Mo Shangying, she said meaningfully:

“Master, if you’re tired, you can take a quick nap.”

“I’ll wake you when the second half starts, okay?”

“Your face looks a bit… overworked, heh heh heh.”

“Your disciple treats you well, doesn’t she?”

Lin Yu sighed helplessly: “……”

Seemed like this "master" role was now set in stone.

Opportunities to prove his prowess as a master were dwindling—only the upcoming finals remained.

Being a one-time master… wasn’t easy!

“Sleep? No way. Your master is the prince of all-nighters.”

Lin Yu sat cross-legged, projecting an image of peak vitality.

He wasn’t some middle-aged man in his thirties anymore.

He was a vigorous twenty-year-old in his prime!

What kind of joke was this?

Mo Shangying gave him two thumbs up, praising:

“As expected of Master, truly impressive…”

Then, she pulled up the summer quilt, about to drape it over Lin Yu’s legs.

Lin Yu startled and hastily pushed it away:

“Ahem, your master isn’t cold.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t want a repeat.

He just didn’t have any spare clothes left to change into!

This rebellious disciple—absolutely scheming.

Before the second half kicked off, Lin Yu opened the system’s prize draw interface.

After completing several tasks, his accumulated resources were:

【Sect Contribution Points: 400】

【Spirit Stones: 590】

Enough for two draws.

Since the system hinted at new additions to the prize pool, it was worth a try.

He invested 400 Contribution Points, and two virtual needles spun on the prize wheel.

After about half a minute, they gradually came to a stop…

【Ding!】

【Congratulations, Host! You have obtained a rare treasure: Beast Command Token!】

【Description: A single roar subdues the beasts of the wild; a single strike tames the birds of the sky. With this token, all creatures bow in submission!】

【Ding!】

【Congratulations, Host! You have obtained an external cultivation technique: Bone-Softening Fist!】

【Description: Fists like tender willows deflect a thousand strikes; palms like flowing clouds dissolve all force. Return the enemy’s might tenfold—shattering armor and weapons is but child’s play!】

The flowery poetic descriptions weren’t hard to decipher.

The first reward, the "Beast Command Token," was a virtual token that merged directly into his consciousness.

If Lin Yu understood correctly…

It was basically a "behave, little critters" charm!

With it, if that sterilized ragdoll cat started causing chaos again,

he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to settle things.

As it integrated into his being, Lin Yu sensed a strange, mystical power.

He’d test its effects properly tomorrow—maybe on a stray animal.

The second reward thrilled him even more.

An actual cultivation technique!

Regardless of its effectiveness,

the fact that it had just been added to the pool and he’d drawn it immediately

meant the odds weren’t bad.

The name "Bone-Softening Fist" instantly reminded him of a certain martial arts novel’s infamous "Bone-Melting Palm."

But judging by the description, it didn’t seem to liquefy bones and flesh—just redirect and dismantle force.

He’d need to find an opportunity to test this technique later.

None of his roommates were exactly sparring material.

……

When the second half resumed,

Germany maintained absolute dominance.

69th minute—sixth goal!

79th minute—seventh goal!

The 0-7 scoreline sent Lin Yu’s bedroom into absolute frenzy.

Between physical restraint and verbal warnings, he struggled to keep Mo Shangying’s excitement in check.

Only the threat of "expulsion from the sect" finally silenced her.

Her mouth may have quieted,

but her restless energy morphed into full-body convulsions.

One moment she was bouncing on the bed,

the next she was darting to the floor, crowding the TV like she had a bladder emergency.

Up, down, left, right—she moved like a hyped-up rapper!

“86th minute! Even with stoppage time, there’s less than ten minutes left.”

“Master, aren’t you nervous?”

“One more goal is the difference between zero and 3.9 million!”

Mo Shangying seemed more anxious than Lin Yu,

as if she were the one who’d bet on a 7-1 scoreline.

At first, Lin Yu had worried—what if the butterfly effect of his rebirth changed everything?

But after Germany’s basketball-like first-half lead, his doubts vanished.

This timeline’s "major events" remained unchanged.

The only thing different was him.

“Why panic? There’s still time.”

“The ball is round. Brazil hasn’t given up—just watch calmly.”

“Let the ball roll a little longer…”