Shen Buyao's sudden restraint in her words actually made Lin Yu feel a bit embarrassed.
Such obvious concern for her image was hard for him to ignore.
Besides, Shen Jiuyi was also present, and she was no pushover either.
After a moment of thought, he shrugged it off.
Whatever.
Ever since their return from the old house, Shen Jiuyi must have pieced things together anyway.
As long as he toned it down in front of her, there was no point in overdoing the secrecy.
Lin Yu leaned his arm on the counter, shrugged, and said:
"It's fine, you can keep cursing. I heard everything I needed to hear."
"It's just a game. If you don’t vent, what’s the point? Might as well let loose."
That’s what he said, but Shen Buyao herself was surprised.
She never cared about others’ opinions—no matter who it was.
If she was unhappy, she’d just curse outright.
But lately, around Lin Yu, it was like she’d been possessed.
She actually started wanting to change her image—at least not come across as some "crude brute."
Even though Lin Yu told her to keep cursing, Shen Buyao still felt the words stuck in her throat, unable to continue.
As for saving face, she thought of a much more effective method.
Shen Buyao raised the standing mic and boldly challenged:
"Hey, Sun Thief, you think you’re so tough, huh?"
"You dare to 1v1 me?"
"Shipment map, sniper duel, or full-map deathmatch—your pick."
"Use whatever gun you want, first to 30 kills!"
"I’ll make you call me daddy—you in or what?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Hearing Shen Buyao’s confident tone, Lin Yu instantly understood.
The one who’d actually be fighting that guy in a full-map deathmatch was probably him.
Just as he expected.
After Shen Buyao finished her taunts, she turned on the speaker for all to hear.
A shrill-voiced man on the other end angrily snapped:
"Whoever backs out is a grandson!"
"I’ll make the room now. You two can join together if you want. Sent you a friend request—invite’s coming soon."
Shen Buyao smugly stood by the chair, hands folded at her sides.
She gave Lin Yu a playful bow and gestured to the seat.
Lin Yu: "…"
Honestly!
If tonight’s "special reward" meant "Antique Sister" serving him like this the whole time, then showing off a little now was no big deal.
Lin Yu walked around the counter, sat down at the computer, and adjusted the mic before muting it.
"Calling it a ‘father-son match’ but bringing in a ringer? Yao Yao, that’s kinda unfair, don’t you think?"
Shen Buyao immediately started massaging Lin Yu’s right arm, kneading it like pre-game prep.
She even defended herself with a straight face:
"What do you mean ‘ringer’? Explain yourself!"
"I only said we’d 1v1—I never specified who’d be fighting."
"Even if we took this to the heavens, my words hold up just fine."
"Mr. Gun God, didn’t you tell me you play this all the time?"
"If you’re this good at Dance Revolution, shooting games should be no problem, right?"
Before Lin Yu could respond, a familiar voice came through the speakers:
"Yao Yao’s hubby, why can’t I hear you?"
"Did you mute the mic? Hahaha, is Dayu there?"
"You’re acting all cocky—I bet your man showed up!"
Shen Buyao: "…"
Lin Yu: "…"
Whatever.
No point explaining to the Queen of Dirty Jokes.
The more you tried, the worse it looked in her eyes.
Huang Feirong was too sharp to fool.
Even muting the mic didn’t throw her off.
Lin Yu unmuted and replied:
"Evening, Rongrong-jie."
"Wasn’t the Dance Revolution event at 11?"
"Why are you two still messing around with a grudge match instead of logging in?"
Huang Feirong put on a teasing voice, deliberately provoking him:
"When it’s just the two of us, you call me ‘Little Rongrong.’"
"But now that there’s company, it’s ‘Rongrong-jie’? You heartless Dayu~"
Lin Yu: "…"
He shouldn’t have responded. The Queen never missed a chance to floor the gas.
Shen Buyao opened her mouth to curse but hesitated and shut it again.
If she snapped back now, wouldn’t that just confirm she cared about Lin Yu being teased?
After a few seconds of thought…
Wait, no—even if there was nothing between her and Lin Yu, wouldn’t she still curse at Huang Feirong for acting like this?
She opened her mouth again… then closed it once more.
She really wanted to curse, but what if Lin Yu thought she was too vulgar…
Fine.
If she couldn’t curse, she could at least expose the truth.
"The event was supposed to be at midnight, but Rongrong here tricked me into saying it was an hour earlier just to lure you in."
"I fell for it, thinking… well, gaming’s more fun when you start early, right?"
Lin Yu wasn’t upset. He glanced at Shen Buyao, silently impressed.
She held back again!
For anyone else, this might be nothing.
But for "Antique Sister," this was a huge step!
Soon, the game’s duel invitation popped up on-screen.
Lin Yu reminded them:
"Rongrong-jie, I’m gonna stay muted for now."
"You two go ahead and use the most toxic, mocking trash talk to tilt the other guy."
"It’s a game—if you’re not cursing your heart out, what’s the point?"
Shen Buyao: "Got it!"
Huang Feirong: "Hahaha, leave it to us!"
Being "officially permitted" to trash-talk made them both instantly hyped.
Meanwhile…
The "veteran gamer" in the shop was going crazy.
Shen Jiuyi, sitting not far away, felt like a million ants were crawling under her skin.
She couldn’t focus on her movie anymore—her mind was fixated on whether she should go take a closer look.
Watching Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong play CrossFire? Zero interest.
She knew their skill levels—seeing them get stomped was no fun.
But Lin Yu was different!
Yesterday at the apartment, they’d faced off in Yu Yu Hakusho.
Even in a game he wasn’t familiar with, he’d adapted mid-match and pressured Shen Jiuyi relentlessly.
What would happen in a game he actually excelled at?
The bigger concern was—if she went over now, wouldn’t that just tell Lin Yu she was intensely curious about him?
Would he push boundaries even more later?
From the moment Lin Yu sat at the computer, Shen Jiuyi’s mind had been at war.
Her eyes kept drifting over against her will.
From behind the counter, she could only see Lin Yu’s focused profile.
But during one glance, Lin Yu suddenly turned and locked eyes with her.
Shen Jiuyi instantly looked away: "!!!"
Crap!
Why did she panic? Looking away just made her seem guilty!
"Xiao Jiu, wanna come watch?"
Lin Yu asked, smirking.
...
(Second update today—more coming later! Hope you’ll keep supporting with your love and energy!)
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!
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
