Second floor of the apartment.
Inside Tang Yimian's room.
Scattered across the desk were several handwritten lesson plans, yet to be organized.
The room echoed with the lively music from the convention event.
By the phone stand, two girls were watching intently.
Aside from Tang Yimian, there was another familiar face—Fang Xinran!
The Queen of Dad Jokes, Professor Fang!
However.
At this moment, Fang Xinran wasn’t in the mood for cracking jokes.
She sat cross-legged on a foam mat, hands resting on the chair in front of her.
Like a student attentively listening in class, she focused on Lin Yu’s performance.
Only when the guitar solo kicked in did Fang Xinran suddenly remark:
"Lin Yu… always this intense?"
"Kind of a contrast to his usual image, huh?"
Her accent, as always, was nearly indecipherable to most.
Tang Yimian, long accustomed to it, didn’t even flinch.
Her attention was entirely glued to the live stream on her phone.
Normally, videos would lull her to sleep, but today, she didn’t feel drowsy at all.
"Lin Yu… how should I put it…"
"He has sides to him we don’t usually see…"
Tang Yimian glanced at Fang Xinran mid-sentence.
Noticing the intense stare, she quickly backtracked:
"I-I mean, it’s just a guess! No solid evidence or anything!"
Her earlier words might’ve made it seem like she knew Lin Yu well.
In reality.
She’d only started interacting with him more frequently in recent days.
Who knew so many stories would unfold between them?
Even blurring the lines between reality and dreams.
But in terms of their actual relationship…
At most, they were just close friends now.
Nothing particularly special… right?
Judging by Fang Xinran’s expression, Tang Yimian worried her words might’ve caused unnecessary misunderstandings.
They were meeting Lin Yu together later that evening.
She really hoped no awkwardness would arise and trouble him.
Then.
Fang Xinran calmly said:
"Someone with many sides…"
"The last person like that was probably Duo Mianti from Happy Planet, right?"
"Heh, just a random thought. Don’t mind me."
Tang Yimian: "…"
Overthinking it.
With Fang Xinran’s train of thought, what harm could there possibly be?
…
On the tree-lined path in the neighborhood.
Chi Qingshui strolled leisurely under the shade, phone in hand, earbuds in.
She was walking off her meal after eating at a small restaurant across the street.
Before heading back to the apartment, she wanted to catch Lin Yu’s "debut" stage performance.
Listening to the cheers and shouts from the live stream, Chi Qingshui’s steps lightened, a smile blooming on her face.
At least her little sister had good taste.
Knowing to call in "Brother-in-law" for backup.
If Lin Yu could get along with her sister…
That was a good thing, right?
Maybe by graduation, when it was time to come clean to their parents,
Little Chi could even put in a good word for them.
In the past, Chi Qingshui never understood the "anime" world.
She couldn’t fathom why people would dress in outrageous costumes, wear flashy wigs, and think it looked good.
But now.
Watching Lin Yu on stage, fully decked out as "Kaneki Ken"…
Chi Qingshui suddenly felt that maybe, just maybe, she should try to understand her sister a little more.
Anime character designs weren’t all eyesores…
Lin Yu with white hair? Not bad at all.
However, as she watched, her attention was hijacked by the barrage of comments:
(Holy crap, who is this god-tier guy? Anyone know him? Need his contact info!)
(Is he a hidden gem influencer? Anyone got his socials?)
(Pingchuan University’s anime club FTW! That’s my senior—hope I bump into him!)
(My ears are pregnant, and I think my belly’s next~ Kaneki-chan!)
(…)
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
What’s wrong with these people?
Aren’t they supposed to follow some… comment etiquette or something?
This isn’t etiquette—it’s straight-up harassment!
She tapped open the comment box, typing furiously:
(Even if he’s a guy, you can’t just make crude jokes. Have some decency!)
After hitting send, a notification popped up:
[Comment function temporarily unavailable. Please complete your profile info and try again.]
Chi Qingshui’s brow furrowed: "!!!"
Since when did live-stream apps make commenting this complicated?
Her little sister used to spam comments effortlessly—no hassle like this!
Complete profile info…
The internet’s dangerous these days. How could she just hand out personal details?
But as the flood of shameless comments continued, Chi Qingshui took a deep breath.
Fine. If it’s just profile info…
She’d do it right now!
Today, she’d post at least five… no, ten comments!
…
Inside Wu Bao Ge.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"…"
The handyman hammered away at the leaky doorframe like a demolition crew.
"I swear (redacted expletives)… Master, could you keep it down?"
"Can’t hear the livestream. Pretty please?"
Shen Buyao, unusually meek, made her request.
Originally, the repairs were scheduled for 10 a.m.
But thanks to her oversleeping, work had only started a few minutes ago.
When you’re the one at fault, it’s best to stay polite.
Finding a handyman this patient was rare these days.
The one who helped Shen Buyao find the worker was someone Lin Yu knew well—Big Wang, Wang Biao!
At the moment, Wang Biao stood cheerfully by the computer.
Together with the Shen sisters, they enjoyed "his bro’s" stage debut.
As a former nonconformist herself, Shen Buyao was thoroughly impressed by Lin Yu’s performance.
She smirked proudly at Wang Biao and asked:
"Big Wang, what’s the verdict? How’d Lin Yu do?"
Wang Biao tilted his head, clicking his tongue thoughtfully:
"Dude’s wild!"
Shen Buyao: "…"
"What kind of compliment is that? Sounds borderline insulting!"
Shen Jiuyi calmly added salt to the wound:
"Buyao, can you not handle even a hint of criticism about Lin Yu now?"
Shen Buyao: "…"
Wang Biao: "Heh heh heh…"
Flushing red, Shen Buyao snapped:
"Can we get less noise from the window? Huh?!"
The hammer-wielding handyman: "…"
Why’s it always his fault?
Quieter?
Like… stealth-mode quiet?
…
(Second update today! Next bonus chapter unlocks after 486 more "Power of Love" supports. Keep ‘em coming—bonus chapters incoming soon!)
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
