[Ding!]
[Masterful maneuver—turning a passive situation into an active one, skillfully borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, and once again unlocking the heart of the Talisman Envoy!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your intimate relationship with the Joyous Sect’s Talisman Envoy has deepened, advancing to the third realm: "Close Friends and Neighbors"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu withdrew his hand, thoroughly satisfied.
Even while receiving a gift, he had turned the tables and given one in return.
Tsk tsk—who could argue with that logic?
Given the little painter’s personality,
she’d likely spend the next couple of days racking her brains over what to "repay" him with.
Ye Mengfu gently pressed her hand against her kangaroo pouch.
Her heartbeat gradually quickened.
She was certain—
this wasn’t nervousness or fear, but something far more complex and indescribable…
an emotion even she couldn’t untangle.
Just yesterday, she had instinctively resisted physical contact with Lin Yu.
Yet moments ago,
when his hand slipped into her pocket, she hadn’t felt the slightest aversion.
She’d simply… let him in.
A single card weighed no more than a gram or two.
But now,
her kangaroo pouch felt as if it held something six pounds heavy—a weight that pressed down on her.
Hadn’t she been the one giving a gift today, repaying the favor for the stickers?
So how had she ended up…
owing him an even greater debt?
"Wheel of Fortune, unbound, self-determined, free, romantic, serene, everlasting peace…"
Each word Lin Yu spoke melted like candy on the tip of her heart—
sweet and warm.
"Thank you… I’ll treasure it," Ye Mengfu murmured, her small hands clutching the sides of her pouch,
as if afraid the card might vanish.
Lin Yu rested a gentle hand on her back and chuckled.
"Ah, Xiao Fu, why thank me?
If anything, I should be thanking you—for giving me the most unique gift of my life."
"Let’s sit and chat, yeah? No need to keep standing like this."
Dazed and spellbound, the little painter had no will left to resist.
She obediently followed him to the edge of the bed.
What followed was, naturally, the delightful interlude of conversation and admiring her legs.
The little painter wasn’t like the little hacker.
With her, haste was ill-advised.
Pushing for intimacy or cracking lewd jokes at the wrong moment would only shatter the delicate rapport they’d just built.
High-level players succeeded in one universal way:
[Doing only what fits the moment.]
Low-level players failed for countless reasons:
[Texting like a hurricane, bombarding with "bird-watching pics" and demanding "show me yours";]
[Meeting in person yet moving like a glacier, still stuck on poetry and philosophy after forty-nine dates;]
[...]
With a socially anxious artist like her, silence was unnecessary.
Even a few idle words made him the more socially adept one.
While Mo Shangying was still fetching their meal, Lin Yu seized the moment for another major task:
System Mall Draws!
After completing Mo Shangying’s urgent mission,
he’d accumulated 600 sect contribution points.
Combined with the two free draws gifted by the system—
that meant five consecutive spins!
Such a thrilling endeavor demanded a calm and comfortable setting.
Entering the draw interface, Lin Yu swiftly operated.
Five needles appeared on the phantom roulette, spinning wildly.
Before long—
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained a treasure reward: Ghost Hand Talisman1!]
[Description: The ghost hand steals heaven’s secrets without form; it mimics techniques and seizes the profound. Use another’s skills to prove your supremacy.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained a physical reward: Mortal Lacquerware!]
[Description: A mundane object from the mortal world, faintly echoing the splendor of a bygone dynasty.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained an internal cultivation technique: Dreamwalking Art!]
[Description: Roaming the void in deepest dreams, crossing star-bridges to knock on heart’s doors. Pillow whispers steal worldly secrets, yet upon waking, no one lies beside.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained a treasure reward: Nourishing Beauty Congee Recipe!]
[Description: Rosy cheeks defy frost’s touch; white hair reverses death’s grasp.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You’ve obtained a secret art reward: Drunken Flower’s Chant!]
[Description: Behind bed curtains in the inner chamber, strong drink reveals the dragon-tiger’s vigor.]
Lin Yu took a deep breath,
forcing himself to stay composed.
With the little painter beside him, getting too excited would seem unbecoming.
Five draws in one go—it brought back the thrill of cracking open card packs,
the eternal hope of pulling a golden legend in a single pack.
Scanning the system logs,
the rewards followed the same pattern as before…
human rewards, inhuman descriptions.
Well then.
Time to deduce their meanings one by one.
Starting with the fifth:
The bold, straightforward description made it clear what [Drunken Flower’s Chant] was.
"Drunken" meant inebriated.
"Flower" referred to the sect’s fairest blossoms.
"Chant" was… well, moaning.
In layman’s terms: The more I drink, the louder you sing.
What a technique! What a treasure!
Fourth one:
Skip. No need for overanalysis.
Second one:
[Mortal Lacquerware] was a physical reward.
Right now,
Lin Yu could sense it—
In his system, there was a carved lacquerware plate.
To put it in layman's terms: it was most likely an antique, and a genuine one at that.
As for its value,
Lin Yu wasn’t sure, and the system didn’t provide any details either.
No matter.
There was still a mysterious antique expert in the apartment!
He could ask her to take a look—perhaps she could give him a good price.
Truthfully,
the rewards worth pondering were only the first and third.
【Ghost Hand Talisman1!】
Just the "x1" indicated that this talisman was a one-time consumable.
Judging by its description,
it seemed to be a talisman for stealing or replicating the skills of a sect companion.
Given Lin Yu’s current intimacy level with his sect companions, he could only see the attributes and skills of two of his dao companions.
The Ghost Hand Talisman needed to test two things:
First, whether it could "seize heaven’s fortune" from sect companions whose attributes and skills were invisible to him.
Second, for dao companions with multiple skills, whether the replication was targeted or random.
Finally, there was the third reward.
【Internal Cultivation Technique: Dreamwalk Art!】
At first glance, the name and description made the Dreamwalk Art the most puzzling reward, requiring the most effort to decipher.
But when Lin Yu checked his status panel,
the biggest mystery became an open secret.
【Internal Cultivation Technique: Dreamwalk Art (Beginner)】
【Can designate one dream target per night】
【Friendly reminder: Dreamwalk Art is an Earth-rank internal cultivation technique of this sect. Its effects will improve with the host’s overall strength and sect status. At the beginner stage, the type of dream cannot be specified.】
A system that spoke plainly could indeed cut straight to the heart of the matter.
In other words, for now, he could randomly designate one of his female roommates
to dream about him tonight.
As for what kind of dream it would be—that was entirely up to fate.
Of course,
it might also be connected to whatever happened during the day.
After all,
thoughts by day become dreams by night.
With that in mind,
Lin Yu couldn’t help but glance at the little artist beside him…
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
