Morning.
Inside a large supermarket near the apartment.
Lin Yu pushed a shopping cart, embarking on a shopping spree.
Of course, it wasn’t due to a sudden windfall that drove him to splurge out of spite.
The main purpose was to buy supplies for the "formation" in his apartment.
But since he was already here,
he might as well grab some snacks and daily necessities.
With such a hefty "royalty payment" deposited into his bank account, restocking the household was a must.
All this time, it had been Aunt Qimeng who worked hard to support him.
Lin Yu planned to use this shopping trip as an opportunity to tell her about the "royalties."
A few million was too unbelievable—saying he’d earned a small sum of tens of thousands wouldn’t sound like an outright lie.
At the very least, it would let Aunt Qimeng know
that she no longer had to bend over backward just to make ends meet for his sake.
He could not only support himself but also take care of her.
"Big Chi, thanks for coming shopping with me."
"If there’s any snack you want, I’ll get it for you, okay?"
Lin Yu glanced back.
Chi Qingshui, with an unmistakably displeased expression, trailed behind him with her hands clasped behind her back:
"No need. If I want something, I’ll buy it myself. Are you really okay now?"
"You were in so much pain earlier, yet you insist on dragging yourself out to shop and buy all this stuff!"
"Whatever. It’s not my body anyway—do as you please."
Though her words were clearly out of concern for Lin Yu,
she delivered them in the most sarcastic tone possible.
Lin Yu rubbed his stomach and said,
"Sister Weiwei is really amazing. After she massaged it, the pain mostly went away."
"She told me to drink more hot water when I got back. Right now, it still feels a tiny bit off…"
"Could you push the cart for me?"
Chi Qingshui scoffed:
"Ha. Me? Push your cart? Keep dreaming."
Alright, alright.
Back to the icy act again.
If he couldn’t even handle a tsundere "girlfriend," what kind of man was he?
Time for some tea master tactics!
"Italian red sauce flavored chips—gotta get these."
"And these, strawberry-flavored lollipops."
"Here, here! The seaweed snacks—not the big pack, the special mini ones!"
"What else did she mention? Ugh, my memory’s shot when I’m not feeling well…"
"Oh right! Those weird-flavored instant noodles!"
"…"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Remembering every little detail your beloved has shared, proving your hearts are intertwined!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Every snack Lin Yu picked out
was something his online girlfriend, Chen Meng Tingyu, had mentioned in their chats.
Down to the brand and packaging, he replicated it perfectly.
If he hadn’t committed it all to memory, how could he recall it so effortlessly?
Chi Qingshui, trailing behind him, kept fidgeting with her fingers.
At school, this guy always seemed so clueless,
yet in daily life, he was this attentive?
Had she been too harsh earlier? Would he… dislike girls like her?
As Lin Yu’s cart gradually filled with snacks,
Chi Qingshui’s thoughts grew more tangled.
She quickened her pace, catching up to Lin Yu:
"You’re walking way too slow!"
"At this rate, when will we finish?"
"Honestly, just hurry up and pick. I want to go back already."
With that,
she very naturally took over the cart and pushed it ahead briskly.
Watching her stubborn yet graceful figure stride away, Lin Yu smugly tossed a drink in his hand.
Good thing he played his cards right.
If Chi Qingshui hadn’t stepped in, he might’ve run out of things to "remember."
He’d only memorized about seven or eight items from their chat logs after cramming.
Little Qingshui, still too easy to read.
In the days to come, she’d be putty in his hands.
Let’s see how long that tough act lasts!
…
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest "Repair the Formation" completed successfully. Reward: 50 sect contribution points, 20 spirit stones!]
After setting up the floor mat,
all public daily quests were cleared.
It was now 10:30 in the morning.
With an important "client" meeting in the afternoon,
Lin Yu didn’t rush to seek out his other roommates to tackle their quests.
Life had to be taken one day at a time.
Progress had to be made step by step.
Move too fast, and you’d trip over yourself.
Growing up,
he truly missed these carefree, slow-paced days.
Why bother with the noise of the mundane world?
Better to remain a pure-hearted young man.
Spend a few hours
lying in bed, phone in hand…
"What are you up to?"
Sent to Chen Meng Tingyu.
"What are you up to?"
Sent to Aunt Qimeng.
"What are you up to?"
Sent to Mo Shangying.
"What are you up to?"
Sent to Ye Mengfu.
"What are you up to?"
Sent to He Jing.
Wait silently for thirty seconds.
Then recall the message sent to He Jing.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"…"
In an instant,
a symphony of notifications filled the air.
It wasn’t just chat windows lighting up—it felt like flipping through a deck of name cards.
Lin Yu hummed softly:
"Who will I meet~ what words will we share~"
"The one I wait for~ how far is her future~"
"I hear the wind~ from subways and crowds~ she’s in line~ holding love’s number~"
Ah, such a life.
Truly marvelous!
The first reply didn’t come from his little girlfriend but from the petite artist.
Her answer was precise and simple.
"Ye Mengfu: Drawing."
Boring.
With her, face-to-face was far more interesting.
The second reply came from Mo Shangying.
Probably because she was logged in on her computer—her typing speed was unmatched.
"Mo Shangying: Master, I’m fighting a BOSS! Wanna join? You can afford a gaming PC now, right? This game’s super fun, just a bit hardware-heavy. I’m planning to hack its backend."
No surprise there.
Only she could type that much so quickly.
Her gaming life needed no explanation—just pure, unapologetic chaos.
Always ready to crack the system!
The third reply still wasn’t from his girlfriend but from He Jing.
"He Jing: (＾▽＾) (＾▽＾)"
"He Jing: Saw that, handsome~ Trying to take it back, huh? Hmph!"
"He Jing: Why didn’t you reply last night?"
They’d only added each other on WeChat yesterday,
yet He Jing had messaged him that very night.
Lin Yu deliberately left her on read to keep her guessing.
Now, sending a message and recalling it
sent the same signal, whether she saw the content or not…
This was a shy young man,
agonizing over how to reply, unsure where to start.
After sending, he second-guessed his wording,
and now, the one left restless was him!
"Lin Yu: He Jing-jie, are you busy?"
Almost immediately, He Jing replied with multiple messages.
"He Jing: Just call me jie! No need to be so formal!"
"He Jing: Chatting with a cutie like you? Never busy!"
"He Jing: I’m at your aunt’s shop, waiting for Boss Yi with her."
"He Jing: Don’t worry, she doesn’t know we’re talking—our little secret."
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.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.
