City Avenue, temporary parking zone.
A black Mercedes G-Class, resembling a steel beast, was parked there.
Inside the car.
A short-haired woman with immaculate makeup was on a phone call.
Woman: "Are you insane?! Who gave you permission to acknowledge a master? Who the hell is this person?!"
The one on the other end of the call was none other than Xia Yiwei.
Xia Yiwei sang into the phone: "Not gonna tell you~ Not gonna tell you~ Hah! Not gonna tell you~"
The woman clenched her phone tightly: "Fine! Weren’t you going to kill me? Let’s see what kind of master you’ve found and where they come from!"
Xia Yiwei: "My master’s lineage traces back to Wei Xiaobao, specializing in the Bone-Melting Palm. You’re done for, sis—better wash your neck clean…"
Woman: "You idiot! Too much TV, huh? Screw off!"
Before Xia Yiwei could finish, the woman hung up.
Knock knock knock.
Outside the car door.
A burly, bearded man in a black tank top, seeing that the woman had ended her call, gently tapped on the window.
The window rolled down slowly.
The bearded man leaned in slightly and spoke respectfully:
"Sister Shan, as you instructed, they’ve been taught a lesson. What’s next…?"
The woman glanced toward the empty lot beyond the avenue’s railing.
Three men—one brawny, two scrawny—lay sprawled on the ground, utterly defeated.
They were none other than Bangzi Ge and his lackeys, who had caused trouble at the community hospital not long ago.
Fresh out of the police station, they’d been dragged to this secluded stretch of road and thoroughly dealt with.
The woman nodded in satisfaction.
"Just a warning is enough. Tell them to stay far away from that hospital next time."
"Now, go keep an eye on Yiwei. Find out who she’s been in contact with."
"She just told me she’s ‘acknowledged a master.’ Bring this so-called ‘master’ back to the martial arts hall."
The bearded man nodded in acknowledgment.
...
[Ding!]
[Dominant move! Challenging the elder of the Spiritual Medicine Hall despite the level gap and defeating them, leaving them utterly shocked!]
[Intimacy level with the Spiritual Medicine Hall elder has risen to the third tier!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Inside the community hospital’s treatment room.
Lin Yu stood tall, glaring down at Xia Yiwei, who lay immobilized on the examination bed. His eyes burned with fury.
Xia Yiwei couldn’t move, but her gaze didn’t waver.
"Little Master, are you going to kiss me now?"
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Kiss my ass!
I was just a regular guy, telling little lies and faking minor illnesses.
Now, out of nowhere, I’ve made an enemy of some ‘martial arts heavyweight’?
Who do I even complain to?!
This is why you shouldn’t lie—karma’s a bitch!
Lin Yu seriously considered dragging Xia Yiwei up and beating her again.
He’d been too soft earlier.
What kind of world was this…?
Since when did people just decide to call someone their master without permission?
First Mo Shangying.
Now Xia Yiwei.
Were they running some kind of scam here?
"Xia Yiwei—I’m using your full name now, so cut the nonsense!"
Lin Yu spoke with stern authority.
Xia Yiwei grinned.
"Wow, beneath that innocent college-boy facade, you’ve got such a domineering side."
"Good thing we’re in a hospital. If this happened at home… tsk tsk tsk, how terrifying."
"Everyone in the apartment must’ve been fooled by your ‘harmless student’ act too."
"Like little Qingshui outside, for example?"
Lin Yu: "..."
This damn nurse was anything but simple.
Who’s fooling who here?
You’re the one smoking and drinking behind the scenes!
And now, with that loaded, flirtatious threat, Lin Yu was at a loss for how to counter.
In Xia Yiwei’s mind, she’d already concluded that Lin Yu, like her, had two faces.
"Little Master, you should leave now. I know the effects of your strikes will wear off soon."
"You don’t want Qingshui walking in on… our little secret, do you?"
"I’ll keep your secret if you help me deal with my sister. Fair deal, right?"
Xia Yiwei tried moving her limbs again.
The weakness lingered, but she could already feel some sensation returning.
Lin Yu leaned against the examination bed, his frustration boiling over.
A role reversal?
He’d been reborn into this life—not to become some cuckolded "sir, you wouldn’t want this to get out" pushover, but certainly not to play the fool either!
Unlike agreeing to help his hacker apprentice, this so-called "disciple" had the audacity to threaten him?
If he gave in now, wouldn’t she control his fate from here on out?
Screw that. My life is mine to command.
Woman, you’re playing with fire…
"Still weak… damn, Little Master, your fist technique is lethal."
"I can already imagine how my sister will react when she meets you—hah… urk!"
Xia Yiwei’s laughter cut off abruptly.
Lin Yu’s fingers clamped around her jaw, forcing her face up to his.
"You want me to teach your sister? Fine!"
"Didn’t you ask which sect I belong to?"
"Let me enlighten you—our sect is called… the Joyous Sect!"
Xia Yiwei tried to speak, but no sound came out: "!!!"
Because Lin Yu had already sealed her lips with his own.
"Lin Yu! You little—mmph!"
"I’ll kill—mmph!"
"Stop this—mmph!"
"Wait, let me—mmph!"
"..."
[Ding!]
[Legendary dominance! Turning the tables as the master, reclaiming control with an overwhelming counter—this is the pinnacle of strategy!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Minutes passed—how many, neither could say.
Click… click…
The sound of the door unlocking echoed from the entrance.
Soon, Chi Qingshui’s voice called from outside:
"Sister Yiwei, I’ve got your number. Can I come in now?"
Hearing this, Lin Yu finally released Xia Yiwei, letting her slump back onto the bed.
"Hah… hah…"
Xia Yiwei gasped for air like a drowning woman.
For a moment there, she’d genuinely feared she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Who would’ve thought?
That seemingly easy-to-tease little brother…
Packed such a punch!
The lingering effects of the Bone-Melting Palm left her powerless to resist.
She’d basically been Lin Yu’s personal oxygen tank for those minutes.
Recalling what just happened…
When had she ever been treated like this?
A seasoned woman of the world, bullied by a college kid?
"Lin Yu, you little…"
Xia Yiwei tried to sit up, seething with the urge to retaliate.
"Tsk."
The sound of Lin Yu clicking his tongue above her head instantly sparked fear in her heart.
Fists from burly men had never fazed her.
But that simple tsk from Lin Yu? Terrifying.
"Call me ‘Master.’"
Lin Yu bent down, his breath hot against her ear.
Xia Yiwei’s eyes darted away instinctively, but her mouth remained defiant:
"Technique was mediocre. Didn’t feel much."
No curses.
No furious outbursts.
Just a critique of his "skills"?
For a prideful lioness like her, this was practically submission.
Lin Yu wiped his lips and headed for the door.
Before leaving, he tossed back a final warning:
"From now on, you choose—be a good disciple, or stay ‘Sister Yiwei.’"
"As your roommate, I’m still just that harmless college boy."
"But as your master? Next time, I might not stop at your lips."
"See you around. Today’s ‘miracle cure’ was… quite effective."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
