Lin Yu poked Ying'er on the forehead with his finger:
"Cut the crap!"
"What did you use to open the door?"
Ying'er blinked and spread her hands innocently:
"What do you mean?"
"Master, your door wasn't even locked!"
"I just... walked right in."
As she spoke, she even demonstrated by lifting her leg in a walking motion.
But as she kept miming the steps, she noticed Lin Yu still holding his hand out, refusing to withdraw it.
Lin Yu: "..."
Mo Shangying: "..."
The room fell into silence again.
Lin Yu wouldn't feel at ease until he got hold of whatever tool she'd used to open the door.
What if someday he had someone in his room, getting intimate, and then—
The door suddenly swung open from the outside!
Wouldn't that scare the living daylights out of him?
He had to prevent such a disaster at all costs.
The two stood in a stalemate for a while longer.
Finally, Ying'er sighed in defeat:
"Fine, fine. I knew the moment I showed up unannounced today, I'd have to hand it over."
"My prank didn’t even work, and now I just wanted to keep it a little longer!"
"Consider it a little gift for you, Master."
Then, under Lin Yu's watchful gaze, Ying'er reached into her collar.
From some hidden depths, she pulled out a cylindrical object resembling a marker pen.
Lin Yu took it and removed the cap at the tip.
Inside, it looked more like a screwdriver—except without the threaded end.
Just a slender little spike.
"This thing... can open doors?"
Lin Yu asked skeptically.
Mo Shangying explained:
"Master, try pressing it."
Lin Yu did as instructed.
Around the base of the spike, tiny movable protrusions emerged!
Lin Yu's eyes widened as he tested it repeatedly.
The protrusions seemed to adjust automatically to pressure, shifting positions dynamically.
No wonder!
No wonder she had managed to open his door so easily.
This was eye-opening!
Even professional locksmiths he'd hired before never had tools like this!
Lin Yu gasped:
"It can do that?!"
Ying'er grinned mischievously:
"Heh, a universal key I picked up from the black market."
"Don’t worry, Master. I was just curious if it really worked as well as the seller claimed."
"I’ve only tried it on your lock and mine. You know me—I’d never do anything illegal."
Lin Yu didn’t doubt that for a second.
The fact that she’d used it on him meant Ying'er had already accepted that her "tool of mischief" would be confiscated.
She was just a little bummed her prank hadn’t landed.
To prevent any repeat incidents, Lin Yu decisively pocketed the universal key.
In his hands, this troublesome gadget would cause no further problems.
Given his skills and circumstances, he had no need for it anyway.
If he wanted to open a lock, he didn’t need a key in his pocket.
A universal key?
He’d had one all along!
"So, you came this early just to give your Master a little present?"
"Appreciate the thought. Now, I need to finish getting ready."
"If you're bored, make yourself at home."
"Snacks and drinks are where they always are—you don’t need my help, right?"
With a carefree wave, Lin Yu turned away to resume his morning routine.
[Ding!]
[Masterpiece move! The Saint’s indulgence and affection toward his partner deepen her devotion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Being treated so casually made Ying'er feel completely at ease.
Coming to Lin Yu’s room was no different from returning to her own—zero hesitation.
This, more than anything, resonated with her deeply.
"Hehe, I knew you’d be the best, Master."
"That’s why I came so early—I’ve got great news for you!"
Lin Yu rummaged through his closet, pondering his outfit for the day.
Ying'er’s so-called "great news" didn’t faze him.
What kind of good news could it be?
As long as it wasn’t some massive headache, he’d take it.
He had zero expectations that his troublemaker disciple would bring him anything worthwhile.
"Wow, really? I’m so excited."
"What’s the news? Did you get a second universal key?"
Lin Yu’s reply was half-hearted, his back still turned.
Ying'er plopped onto Lin Yu’s bed, crossing her legs with a playful smile:
"Master, do you want a wife?"
Lin Yu froze mid-motion. Slowly, he turned to face her—
His gaze dropped to her pale legs peeking from under her nightdress...
Lin Yu tugged at his sleeve and stripped off his pajama top.
"You should’ve led with that!"
"I knew the moment I saw you this morning that you were asking for a lesson!"
"Next time, just say it straight. No need to waste time beating around the bush."
"We’ve got until 8 a.m. to head downstairs—let’s make this quick."
With that, he pounced on Ying'er like a starving tiger.
"Ah—!"
Caught off guard, Ying'er was instantly subdued.
Then, in silent understanding, the two rustled and squirmed until they were both bare.
As Lin Yu launched his relentless assault, Ying'er seemed to have something to say.
But Lin Yu deliberately denied her the chance—
Every time she tried to speak, he intensified his attack.
After several minutes of this tussle, just as things were about to escalate, Ying'er finally snapped back to her senses.
Gasping, she pleaded:
"Master, wait, wait!"
"I’m not going anywhere, no need to rush..."
"I wasn’t talking about me!"
Lin Yu braced his hands against the bed:
"???"
"Not you? Then who?"
Judging by Ying'er’s expression, she wasn’t joking.
Lin Yu’s instincts screamed that this wasn’t simple.
She’d done something bad again!
Sure enough, she reached into her collar once more—this time retrieving her phone.
Lin Yu: "..."
Just how much did Ying'er’s storage pouch hold?
Why did it seem like she could pull out item after item endlessly?
But that wasn’t the main concern right now.
The real issue was definitely on that phone.
As expected, Ying'er unlocked it without hesitation and opened a chat app.
Displayed on the screen was a conversation between "ZerO" and "Maomao."
A glance at the timestamps and the opening lines made everything click for Lin Yu: "!!!"
This little brat had been impersonating him, chatting with Maomao from late last night until dawn?!
Any lingering desire vanished instantly.
A chill shot down Lin Yu’s spine as he recoiled from Ying'er, scrambling to the side.
He snatched the phone and scrutinized the messages, reading every word and emoji with paranoid attention.
This rebellious disciple!
How dare she pull such a dangerous stunt behind his back?
Helping her own man hook up with another woman?
Ying'er really knew how to play games!
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! That’s all for today’s updates. Goodnight, everyone!)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
