The conversation between the two in the dream left Lin Yu unable to help but start doubting...
Could it be that back then abroad, there really was someone like "him" who appeared?
Someone who steered Du Ruxue onto a certain path in life?
Even if such a person existed, it definitely wasn’t the current Lin Yu.
But this...
The strange connections made Lin Yu’s scalp tingle, leaving him momentarily unable to sort out his thoughts.
Forget about any flirtatious leg-touching—right now, Lin Yu just wanted to urgently figure everything out.
He needed to learn more about the past from Du Ruxue.
At the same time...
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
A powerful force of attraction suddenly surged from within the dream world.
Lin Yu, sitting on the sofa, frowned: "???"
This force was entirely directed at him.
It seemed like... it was trying to pull him out of the dream world?
What kind of absurd way to wake up from a dream was this?
Being in Du Ruxue’s dream was truly an eye-opener.
Every bizarre thing he’d never encountered before could be experienced here.
Lin Yu tried to resist using the power of the dream’s laws.
At the same time, he pressed Du Ruxue with a soul-searching question:
"Little Snow, what’s with that expression? Are you not welcoming me?"
"Why does it feel like... you’re trying to kick me out?"
Du Ruxue stood up, her demeanor shifting as if she’d become a different person.
Her gaze icy, she looked at Lin Yu and softly said:
"Xiao Yu, go back... you don’t belong here..."
Lin Yu instantly broke out in goosebumps: "!!!"
What did that mean?
Did she suddenly recognize him again?
Had some hidden alternate personality awakened within her?
Did each personality store memories separately?
No, no... that couldn’t be.
Maybe it was just Aunt Ruxue’s subconscious breaking free in the dream world!
One thing was certain, though.
The overwhelming force of attraction erupted abruptly, and the scene before him rapidly dissolved.
By the time he regained his senses, Lin Yu’s consciousness had already been pulled back to his sleeping body on the bed.
This time, the dream hadn’t collapsed—he’d been forcibly ejected from it.
Lin Yu sat up in bed and turned the air conditioning up by one degree.
Only then did the chill running down his spine begin to fade.
Aunt Ruxue’s multiple personalities made her dream world so chaotic and terrifying.
It was nothing like any of his previous dream entries!
Ironically, this only fueled Lin Yu’s curiosity further.
"Aunt Ruxue, you’re quite interesting..."
"I wonder what other fun things will happen next time I enter your dream?"
Full of anticipation, Lin Yu lay back down.
After that exhausting dream journey, it was time for the last two sweet romantic dreams.
A perfect way to soothe his wounded little heart.
......
In Chen Qimeng’s bedroom.
Du Ruxue took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes.
The lights in the room were still on—the bedside lamp hadn’t been turned off.
Mengmeng slept soundly beside her, her breathing steady and even.
The two had planned to chat all night, but in the end, Du Ruxue had been the one to succumb to sleep first?
This surprised her greatly.
The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was Chen Qimeng talking about her life after the divorce.
Normally, Du Ruxue struggled terribly with insomnia in unfamiliar environments.
Yet tonight, in her old friend’s bed, she’d slept so peacefully.
As her thoughts gradually returned, Du Ruxue frowned, trying hard to recall what had happened in the dream...
It happened again!
She often had strange dreams, but upon waking, she could only remember fragments.
She’d even consulted a psychologist about her inability to remember dreams.
Naturally, she hadn’t found any effective solution.
This time, she could only recall one scene...
A boy standing in front of her little house abroad, stepping forward to teach the foreigners bullying her a lesson.
That boy’s face... looked exactly like Lin Yu!
Du Ruxue couldn’t help but laugh at herself.
Who would’ve thought?
She’d somehow grown so attached to a boy she’d only met once.
Judging by their first interaction today, the mysterious opponent who’d blocked her attempt to hack the apartment’s network was undoubtedly Lin Yu.
None of the other residents stood a chance of being capable of it.
Originally, she’d come to Pingchuan for two reasons.
First, to retrieve her cat.
Second, to confront this mysterious opponent.
Running into Chen Qimeng had been completely unexpected.
And because of her, Du Ruxue’s original plans had been disrupted.
Now, she’d decided to stay in Pingchuan a little longer.
At the very least, she could rest assured that her cat wouldn’t suffer the same things she once had in this environment.
It had been so long since she’d lived with others—maybe experiencing communal life again wouldn’t be so bad.
She’d initially planned to rent a place for about half a month.
But Chen Qimeng was sharp. Before Du Ruxue could even voice this idea,
Chen Qimeng had insisted during their late-night chat:
As long as Du Ruxue stayed in Pingchuan, she had to stay at Chen Qimeng’s place.
They hadn’t seen each other in so long—there were endless things Chen Qimeng wanted to tell her.
Reuniting with her old friend had filled Chen Qimeng with excitement, and she cherished every moment.
Faced with such warmth, Du Ruxue ultimately couldn’t refuse and agreed.
The two made plans to go to work together tomorrow.
Which meant...
From now on, she’d be living under the same roof as everyone else.
As for the little secrets Lin Yu was hiding? She’d peel them back layer by layer herself!
......
The long night continued, with two others still lost in sweet dreams.
The third girl to wake in the dead of night was Shen Jiuyi, lying beside Shen Buyao.
The moment Shen Jiuyi got out of bed, she rushed straight to the bathroom without hesitation and turned on the faucet.
The icy water splashed onto her face, barely dousing the restlessness in her heart.
"Hah... hah..."
Normally so composed, Shen Jiuyi now felt her heart pounding as if it might leap out of her throat.
The last time she’d dreamed of Lin Yu, she’d been overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.
This time, alone with him in the dream—and inside Wu Bao Ge’s shop, no less—
the pressure of Buyao potentially appearing at any moment had somehow led to...
her being completely conquered?!
Just because of her fate, was she doomed to keep having dreams like this?
Worried she might dream of Lin Yu again, Shen Jiuyi had deliberately distracted herself before bed, watching all sorts of videos online.
She’d tried filling her mind with gaming content to avoid wandering thoughts.
But in the end?
The harder she tried not to think about him, the more her subconscious seemed to fixate on Lin Yu.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Shen Jiuyi couldn’t think of a good solution.
Maybe... she should take the initiative and talk to Lin Yu?
......
(First update of the day. Two more chapters coming soon—stay tuned!)
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.”
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
