When Lin Yu arrived at Aunt Qimeng's flower shop,
the store was already in a semi-closed state.
Only Aunt Qimeng remained, sitting on a chair near the glass window, occasionally glancing at the passersby outside.
It wasn’t until she spotted Lin Yu that
she immediately stood up and pushed open the glass door.
Looking at the darkened, shuttered flower shop,
Lin Yu suppressed the flutter in his chest and asked,
"Aunt Qimeng, is there anything left to tidy up? Do you need my help?"
Chen Qimeng’s attention was first drawn to the backpack behind Lin Yu.
Just going out for a stroll, and he brought a bag?
Judging by its bulging shape, it must be packed with quite a few things!
Chen Qimeng quickly averted her gaze, pretending not to notice.
As expected!
Rongrong’s reminder today had been especially important.
She hadn’t thought much about it or made any special preparations.
But Xiao Yu…
clearly had other plans.
"I’ve already finished tidying up. We can just lock up and… head out."
"Xiao Yu, what about that bag of mine…?"
Chen Qimeng didn’t see Lin Yu carrying it and asked with some concern.
After all, it held something important—something she had specifically prepared for him today!
"Don’t worry, it’s in my backpack."
"How could I forget something you specially asked me to bring?"
Lin Yu hadn’t peeked inside the bag beforehand.
First, out of respect for Aunt Qimeng.
Second, since he’d see it sooner or later, why rush?
A little mystery would only make the day more special.
Hearing this, Chen Qimeng visibly relaxed.
She changed the subject and continued,
"Xiao Yu, about where we’re going today… would it be alright if I led the way?"
"Of course, if there’s somewhere you particularly want to go, we can do that instead."
Ever since Chen Qimeng had tacitly agreed to today’s "date,"
the two of them hadn’t discussed where to go for their outing.
As for Lin Yu,
he didn’t have any strong preferences.
Pingchuan didn’t have many large shopping malls to begin with,
so their options were limited to just a few places.
Where they went didn’t matter to him.
As long as they were together, the destination was always the same.
What Lin Yu hadn’t expected, though,
was that Aunt Qimeng actually had a place in mind?
In his past life, he’d never gone shopping with her.
The only recent exception was their trip to Qianshi Plaza.
Her usual shopping preferences were a complete blind spot for him.
"I’m fine with anywhere."
"Aunt Qimeng, let’s go wherever you’d like!"
Chen Qimeng nodded happily:
"Great! Then… shall we go?"
Lin Yu: "Let’s go!"
...
After a twenty-minute ride,
Lin Yu and Chen Qimeng arrived at a place called "Fashion Street."
Only then did Lin Yu understand why Aunt Qimeng had asked for his opinion in advance.
Fashion Street, as the name suggested, was a clothing district.
However,
this street wasn’t above ground—it was underground!
A subterranean shopping arcade.
Instead of brand-name chain stores,
it was filled with stalls and rented storefronts selling clothes in bulk.
A garment priced at 200 could be haggled down to 30 or 40, and the vendor would still turn a profit.
Of course,
as you walked away, they’d inevitably toss in the classic line:
"I’m selling this at a loss just for you!"
This was undoubtedly the place in Pingchuan
where the most "losses" were incurred daily.
Chen Qimeng’s reasoning was simple.
Last time they went shopping,
it was supposed to be for Lin Yu’s clothes.
But in the end,
overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, she’d ended up spending quite a bit of his money.
To avoid a repeat,
she’d deliberately chosen Fashion Street.
This time, no matter how insistent Xiao Yu was, she wouldn’t feel guilty.
Even if she bought four or five items, the total wouldn’t exceed a few hundred.
Chen Qimeng often shopped here for her everyday clothes.
The prices were reasonable, the styles varied,
and a monthly visit satisfied her shopping cravings perfectly.
But precisely because her intentions were so straightforward,
once they arrived, she began second-guessing herself.
Would Xiao Yu…
even want to shop here now?
After all,
the current Lin Yu wouldn’t bat an eye at spending hundreds or thousands on clothes.
She struggled to find the right words,
wanting to gauge his reaction.
"Xiao Yu, about the two of us…"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu cut in with a grin:
"Haha, so this is the place you had in mind—Fashion Street!"
"It’s been ages since I’ve been here. Today’s the perfect chance to explore."
"Aunt Qimeng, if you see something you like, whisper it to me—don’t let the vendor catch on."
"Leave the haggling to me!"
"If they sense you’re really interested, the price won’t budge."
"Today, you’re going to witness the Bargain Prince in action!"
Lin Yu rubbed his hands together, eager to begin.
The moment they stepped out of the car, he’d guessed Aunt Qimeng’s thoughts.
She was worried about spending too much of his money again and wanted to save him some.
A woman who knew how to be frugal for her man—how could he possibly let her feel uneasy?
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your approval of your partner’s chosen outing spot has filled her heart with joy!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Just as he’d expected,
the moment he finished speaking, Lin Yu could clearly see the smile tugging at Aunt Qimeng’s lips.
"I come here often—I won’t get tricked by the prices."
"Xiao Yu, there are a few shops here with really good quality clothes. Let me show you!"
Aunt Qimeng’s relaxed demeanor made it seem like she was back on home turf.
This was a far cry from her attitude at Qianshi Plaza.
[Ding!]
[Time-limited mission issued: The Holy Son and Acting Sect Master, venturing into the world as a pair, have caught the attention of the "Black Bear and Yellow Lion Gang." Host must ensure the Acting Sect Master’s safety—both personal and financial—within the time limit!]
[Time limit: 30 minutes.]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 400 Spirit Stones, 1 free lottery draw.]
The sudden system notification snapped Lin Yu out of his thoughts.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Here we go again—the familiar pattern.
Every time he went out alone with someone from the apartment,
some kind of unexpected incident was bound to follow.
At this point, he was almost used to it.
Immediately, he sharpened his focus,
scanning his surroundings with heightened vigilance.
He needed to identify who this "Black Bear and Yellow Lion Gang" was!
As they descended the stairs step by step,
the surroundings grew increasingly noisy.
Even so,
Lin Yu managed to pinpoint the group that had set their sights on them…
...
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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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
