Holy crap!
Good thing this was just a dream question and not something asked in real life.
Isn’t this basically asking, "Who do you usually picture when you jerk off?"
Who would’ve thought that cold, ditzy girl with those thick eyebrows was hiding such a rebellious side!
This isn’t just about being rude or not—this is straight-up probing into private boundaries!
If I actually named a specific person, wouldn’t that be…
A betrayal to all my other cultivation partners?!
Lin Yu steadied his mind and answered calmly, adopting the tone of "literary discussion":
"Indeed, some imagination is necessary."
"The characters I write are diverse, each with distinct personalities."
"When I meet interesting people, any of them could become the inspiration for my stories."
An answer that said everything and nothing at all.
He named someone, yet didn’t name anyone.
So… anyone around him could be a candidate?
Fang Xinran’s eyes darted around as she raised the liquor bottle to her lips, then lowered it again.
She repeated the motion several times, as if lost in deep thought.
Lin Yu had already silently cast his hook.
Now, it was up to Fang Xinran’s perception whether she’d take the bait.
Finally.
Fang Xinran rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head to ask:
"Am I… an interesting person?"
Lin Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
She finally took the bait!
Freedom at last!
This was the kind of dreamy atmosphere he’d been waiting for!
With the air of a royal advisor selecting a leading lady, Lin Yu responded:
"How could you not be?"
After his reply, the mood between them on the little dirt slope grew subtly charged.
A gentle breeze brushed past them.
This wind hadn’t been there before—nor had Lin Yu conjured it.
Which meant only one thing:
Fang Xinran’s subconscious was now feeling… giddy.
Lin Yu knew… the timing was just right!
He scooted a little closer.
But then—
"Clink!"
The sound of glass colliding interrupted his thoughts again.
Before Lin Yu could react, Fang Xinran tilted her head back and chugged the liquor like there was no tomorrow.
Lin Yu: "…"
Are you just a damn alcoholic?!
Such a perfect moment, and you’re still guzzling booze?
Can’t we talk about something… poetic and romantic?
And now you’re clinking away like it’s a damn addiction?!
Lin Yu couldn’t even muster the energy to complain, let alone stop her.
Resigned, he picked up his half-empty bottle and prepared to take a sip.
Then—something shocking happened.
"CRASH!"
Lin Yu flinched violently: "!!!"
Fang Xinran smashed her empty bottle right in front of them.
Before he could even process it, her warm body pressed against him, her soft lips sealing over his before he could take a drink.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy shit?!
Who knew this jumpy senior of his had such a wild side?!
Still drinking?
Drink my ass!
"CRASH!"
Lin Yu mimicked her, hurling his own bottle aside.
Liquor splattered across the ground, scattering like glittering droplets.
He wrapped his arms around Fang Xinran, who was now straddling him, and kissed her back with equal fervor.
In this kind of atmosphere, there was no room for finesse.
This was raw, untamed passion—the kind found in rustic tales, where rugged masculinity met delicate femininity, where vast landscapes intertwined with pure, unfiltered human desire.
Fang Xinran: "Hah… come on."
Lin Yu: "Let’s go!"
They tumbled onto the ground, rolling over each other in a heated embrace.
Lin Yu didn’t even know why they were rolling so much.
But rolling felt right, so they rolled.
As they spun, his jacket and Fang Xinran’s shoes were shed along the way.
Finally, they landed in a shallow dip in the earth, coming to a stop in the perfect position.
Lin Yu quickly went to work on his belt.
Wait.
Something wasn’t right.
Since when did he have a belt?!
He wasn’t even wearing long pants today!
Was this another subconscious quirk from Fang Xinran?!
Just when things were heating up, she had to add an extra layer of "earthquake difficulty" to the situation.
"Goddammit, who tied this so tight?!"
Lin Yu kept her pinned, but his belt-fumbling slowed the momentum.
No matter.
No challenge was too great for someone wielding the power of cosmic laws.
Just as he was about to invoke his abilities to bypass this obstacle—
Fang Xinran, lying beneath him, suddenly sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I’ll undo it!"
Lin Yu’s mind blanked for a second.
Huh?!
This scene… these lines… why did they sound so familiar?!
Are you… are you freaking Bai Jingjing from Journey to the West?!
Sure enough.
After yanking fruitlessly at the belt a couple of times, Fang Xinran suddenly burst into drunken sobs.
"Wahhh… AAAAAH!"
She cried like her heart was being torn apart—as if she’d completely forgotten she was the one who initiated this whole thing, not him!
Lin Yu: "…"
Well, that’s ruined.
If they kept going while she was crying like this, it’d leave a terrible impression in the dream.
He knew exactly what to say—the script was already in his head.
"Senior Fang, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to push you."
"I was just going along with your energy."
"I’m no saint, but I’d never take advantage of someone."
"If you don’t want to… we can stop."
Fang Xinran wiped her tears and leaned closer.
"That’s not it… I just suddenly thought…"
"If we go through with this, would you write me as some promiscuous mountain girl in your novel?"
Lin Yu: "…"
We’re at this point, and you’re still worried about your fictional portrayal?!
Lin Yu was at his wit’s end.
Playing along, he offered a compromise:
"How about this, Senior…"
"You lie back, close your eyes, and don’t move a muscle."
"Leave the rest to me. That way, it’s all on me, right?"
"You’ll still be the profound, idealistic, adventurous literary girl in my story!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful maneuver! The Saint’s sincere praise moves the heart of the Teleportation Array Attendant!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Teleportation Array Attendant has deepened, advancing to the fourth realm—"Silken Threads of Fate"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Fang Xinran lifted her head, blinking at him.
"Really? My image… is really that good in your eyes?"
The system’s dual notifications confirmed it—Lin Yu’s words had struck a chord.
Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back onto the earth, murmuring:
"Of course. We’re both young, and we’ve had some drinks."
"Isn’t it natural to do things that defy stuffy old rules?"
"Relax… leave it to me."
…
(Second update today! There’ll be an extra chapter tonight. If you have time, spare a few seconds to watch an ad or toss a free "Power of Love" vote my way—much appreciated!)
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!
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.”
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!
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.
