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The blissful days before development kept Lin Yu in high spirits.
If it weren’t for having to return to school later, Lin Yu could’ve spent the whole day playing with Aunt Ru Xue!
If only Aunt Ru Xue could stay a few more days, Lin Yu’s position as acting sect leader would undoubtedly be secured soon.
Today, Elder Chi and Little Chi’s outfits were completely different from yesterday’s.
They had returned to their usual style, wearing the clothes they each preferred.
At school, people usually distinguished between the twins based on their outfits.
The sisters seemed particularly bothered by the idea of their classmates mixing them up.
Thanks to Aunt Ru Xue, this morning’s public daily task was completed quickly and smoothly.
This allowed Lin Yu to relax and enjoy his outing without being weighed down by tasks.
After a pleasant breakfast,
everyone went about their business—some headed to work, some to their posts, and others to school.
Lin Yu, along with Elder Chi and Little Chi, left to take the bus to Pingchuan University.
Honestly, walking wouldn’t have been much farther.
But perhaps because of yesterday’s unpleasant stalking incident, Elder Chi seemed uneasy.
Today, she specifically insisted they all take the bus together.
Lin Yu didn’t mind either way.
Just one stop away—a matter of minutes.
The morning buses in Pingchuan City were mostly empty.
The city wasn’t too large, and most commuters preferred taking the bus.
Lin Yu and the twins were lucky—just as they boarded, two seats opened up when some passengers got off.
No words were needed.
Naturally, the seats went to Elder Chi and Little Chi, while Lin Yu handed them his backpack to hold.
He pulled out his phone, taking advantage of the opportunity to reply to messages.
Ever since yesterday’s cosplay stage performance blew up on Bilibili, classmates he hadn’t spoken to in ages sent him messages of varying lengths.
Both guys and girls, all with roughly the same script.
Mostly just flattery, praising Lin Yu for his amazing singing.
A few even extended invitations, hoping to grab a meal with him and "some friends" when he was free.
Lin Yu could easily guess their motives.
They’d probably seen the video and were now bragging to others:
"That lead singer Kaneki? Yeah, I know him—he’s my classmate! Don’t believe me? Watch, I’ll get him to come out for dinner. What’ll you do then?"
"Girl, the Kaneki cosplayer is in our class! Let me text him—he looks even hotter now, doesn’t he?"
"Squad, did you know Lin Yu could sing like that? Let’s all message him and ask him to go to karaoke!"
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Students—what bad intentions could they have?
Whenever someone around them gains even a bit of fame, their first instinct is to show off: "I know that person!"
In his past life, Lin Yu had been a complete nobody at school—practically invisible.
To put it bluntly, if he’d suddenly died—say, jumped off a building—it might not have even made waves.
Facing over twenty unread messages, Lin Yu felt a small flicker of vanity.
But he didn’t see these messages as anything special, nor did he have any grand ambitions of building a "harem."
With sixteen girls already keeping him busy, he genuinely didn’t have the time!
Still, he couldn’t ignore polite greetings. Even a template reply was better than nothing.
Who knew? He might need their help someday, so it was best to leave the door open.
Lin Yu: "Sure, let’s grab a meal sometime."
Lin Yu: "Thanks! Been busy with assignments lately, but we’ll hang out when I’m free."
Lin Yu: (awkward laugh) "Appreciate it. Next time for sure."
Lin Yu: (fist pump) "Gotta keep improving!"
Lin Yu: (prayer hands) "You too."
Lin Yu (to Lv Rou): "When did I ever say I couldn’t sing?"
Lin Yu (to Wu Chuntian): "Assignment’s going well, thanks! Let’s hit up karaoke sometime."
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While Lin Yu was busy typing, the twins seated beside him were whispering to each other.
Chi Qingshui scrolled through her phone.
QQ class group, WeChat class group, QQ Broadcasting & Editing major group, WeChat Broadcasting & Editing major group...
Out of nearly ten group chats, not a single one was discussing homework.
Instead, they were all buzzing about "Lin Yu winning an award for Pingchuan University’s anime club."
Some shared the video, some commented, others wrote school newspaper articles or promotional posts...
Even the usually dead group chats had come alive this morning.
Reading the messages, Chi Qingshui felt conflicted.
On one hand, seeing everyone praise Lin Yu made her happy—even a little proud.
On the other, certain comments from some girls and guys rubbed her the wrong way!
Representative girls:
"Lin Yu can sing like THAT? He was glowing on stage—so hot! No girlfriend yet, right? (evil grin)"
"Bilibili trending video! Lin Yu’s unstoppable now. Bet tons of girls wanna have his babies, lol!"
Representative guys:
"Ngl, Lin Yu and Chi Qingchi looked kinda good together during the awards ceremony."
"Are they dating? Never heard Lin Yu joined the anime club."
Meanwhile, Little Chi was thoroughly enjoying herself.
She didn’t care about school group chats—her phone was solely dedicated to replaying Bilibili videos.
Trending ones, niche ones, new uploads, real-time clips...
If it was related to their stage performance, Chi Qingchi clicked on it.
She didn’t just watch the videos—she read every comment and scrolled through every bullet chat.
After years on Bilibili, this was her first taste of going viral.
Many videos even tagged her personal account.
Her follower count had already surpassed 50,000—and it was still climbing rapidly.
Old videos that once gathered dust now had floods of likes, comments, shares, and triple-combos (likes, coins, favorites).
Little Chi was so absorbed that she didn’t notice her sister’s mood shift.
Then, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor—
Chi Qingshui received a WeChat message.
She opened it.
It was from Lv Rou.
Lv Rou: "Qingshui, you guys aren’t in class yet, right? Just heard from the class monitor—the microfilm groups for the summer term need at least five people. Wanted to ask… does your group still have space?"
Chi Qingshui stared at the screen, eyes wide: "!!!"
This Lv Rou...
Was she really here for the group project?
Qingshui didn’t even want to call her out on it!
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(Extra chapter delivered! That’s all for today—more to come tomorrow. Goodnight, everyone!)
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...
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!
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.
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.”
