[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…
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...
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
