At twelve o'clock noon.
Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui arrived together at Brother Biao's door.
On WeChat, Brother Biao had sent his home address in advance, along with a picture of a table full of food and drinks.
As a man with a dedicated wine cabinet at home, Wang Biao's liquor collection was downright terrifying.
Just looking at it sent chills down Lin Yu's spine.
Even with a system in him, he didn't dare to let his guard down.
When someone invited you over for a meal, getting accidentally drunk in their home would be way too embarrassing to talk about!
But refusing to drink altogether would be somewhat disrespectful.
On their way there, Lin Yu and Mao Ruirui bought quite a lot of seafood and fruit.
It barely counted as a token of their appreciation.
Lin Yu could afford to bring much more expensive gifts.
However, he was visiting with Mao Ruirui this time.
If he spent too much on the gifts, given Mao Ruirui's personality, she would definitely insist on splitting the cost with him.
There was no need to put financial pressure on others just to make himself look good.
Furthermore.
Who was Brother Biao?
What kind of expensive gifts hadn't he received?
By inviting the two of them over to his home with Sister Chunxia, did he really expect Lin Yu to bring anything expensive?
If it was just a polite formality or if they were just casual acquaintances, there would be no need to invite them to his home at all.
Any random restaurant could have easily served the purpose.
For a worldly epicure like him to treat Lin Yu as a friend, Lin Yu was deeply moved.
Especially considering.
At the school filming set yesterday, Brother Biao's perfect cooperation and god-like performance.
He had given Lin Yu a lot of face, so today, no matter what, Lin Yu had to keep Brother Biao good company.
He pressed the doorbell twice.
The door quickly opened.
Wang Biao, wearing an apron, cheerfully welcomed the two of them in:
"Yuzi, Ruirui, you two came at the perfect time!"
"Just two more dishes, and they'll be done in a jiffy!"
Brother Biao cooking personally truly took Lin Yu by surprise.
When he met Brother Biao outside, judging by his image, he didn't look like someone who would cook at home at all.
He seemed more like someone who rarely ate at home!
Who would have thought.
Brother Biao actually had such a side to him.
Lin Yu: "Brother Biao, sorry for the intrusion, and we even made you cook yourself."
Mao Ruirui: "Brother Biao, thanks for the hard work."
Their polite greetings at the door were immediately brushed off by Wang Biao:
"What the hell are you being so polite with me for!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Song Chunxia's displeased scolding came from inside:
"Biaozi, watch your language!"
"In front of Ruirui, shut your dirty mouth!"
As soon as this was said.
Wang Biao immediately slapped his own mouth and laughed heartily at the two of them.
Sister Chunxia's worry was honestly a bit unnecessary.
Looking at Mao Ruirui smiling as she walked in, it was obvious she hadn't clearly heard what Brother Biao had said at all.
After changing their shoes and entering, Wang Biao immediately dove back into the kitchen, continuing his operations as the head chef.
Song Chunxia had already brewed tea. She invited the two to sit down and they started chatting warmly.
Before coming today, Mao Ruirui specifically sent a training video of Good Luck.
Ever since being disciplined by Lin Yu last time, Good Luck seemed to have been enlightened.
It could quickly learn whatever new things Mao Ruirui taught it.
With the competition date getting close, looking at its condition, putting aside whether it would win a prize or not.
Completing all the competition events would definitely not be a problem.
From their chat, one could feel Song Chunxia's fondness for the little dog.
Whenever the topic of raising dogs came up, she would talk endlessly with sheer delight.
Growing up in such a spoiled environment, no wonder Good Luck was so lazy before.
If it could live a life of lying around, even a dog wouldn't want to work hard!
Letting Wang Biao busy himself in the kitchen alone while they sat around drinking tea?
How could Lin Yu sit still!
He tried to go into the kitchen to help three times in a row.
As a result.
He was violently shoved out by Wang Biao every single time.
By the time he went in and came out for the third time, Brother Biao was completely done and had even taken off his apron.
He enthusiastically called everyone to the table to eat.
Song Chunxia said with a smile:
"Little Lin, I told you, there's no need to help."
"Biaozi just loves cooking. He's always busying himself with this and that at home every day."
"He eagerly dives into the kitchen. If I don't let him do it, he even gets upset!"
Wang Biao pointed to the large table of dishes and said:
"Isn't that because I like you?"
"As the saying goes... you only eagerly do things when you like someone. Nobody is a cheap bastard, hahaha!"
Song Chunxia grabbed a water cup from the table and pretended to throw it at Wang Biao.
Wang Biao smilingly pretended to dodge, making the atmosphere incredibly joyful.
The scene before him.
Once again exceeded Lin Yu's expectations.
In wealthy households, examples of married couples doing their own separate things were countless.
Couples who could live their lives like Wang Biao and Song Chunxia were rare!
Too rare!
Seeing this made Lin Yu envious from the bottom of his heart.
He could imagine that usually, the couple must be very lively at home too.
After taking their seats, they quickly started drinking high-proof baijiu.
Mao Ruirui was worried about affecting Lin Yu's plans for the afternoon, so she thought about drinking a little with them to share the burden.
Lin Yu naturally refused outright and didn't let Mao Ruirui get involved.
With the system enhancing his body, at least Lin Yu knew his own alcohol tolerance.
He really had no idea if Mao Ruirui could drink one ounce or two!
If it ended up with Lin Yu having to clean up her mess, that would be truly troublesome!
For Lin Yu, it was nothing more than a carefree day of eating, drinking, and having fun.
There was nothing important to delay.
But Mao Ruirui still had a proper business to run!
Even though the pet shop was left for Chang Xiaoxiao to watch over, there were still many things that Mao Ruirui had to handle personally.
Her absence from the shop would definitely have a major impact.
Wang Biao having a huge tolerance and being able to drink a lot was completely within Lin Yu's expectations.
With that whole cabinet of liquor collection, wasn't it obvious?
But Song Chunxia raising her glass and drinking equally with them without holding back was what truly shocked Lin Yu.
After the three of them downed two bottles of high-proof baijiu, both Lin Yu and Wang Biao's faces were red.
Yet Song Chunxia seemed completely fine, still chatting and laughing cheerfully, not even speeding up her speech.
Lin Yu even suspected whether Brother Biao's alcohol tolerance was trained by Sister Chunxia.
When they were drinking to their hearts' content, the topic shifted from pet dogs to people.
"Bro, tell your sister-in-law, how did your big brother do playing that Teacher Wang?"
"I showed her the short video you guys filmed for me."
"A total amateur like her actually started picking apart my acting skills!"
"At the very least, I have my own personal insights into character building!"
"Isn't that right?"
Wang Biao held his small shot glass, talking eloquently.
Between his words and actions, he was extremely confident in his performance.
Song Chunxia said dismissively:
"Fine, I'm a total amateur again!"
"Didn't you use to call me a filthy out-of-towner?"
"You understand! You're the only one who understands, okay? Mr. Know-it-all!"
"Drink your mouthful of liquor first, we'll talk about some serious business in a bit."
"Can we put aside the matter of your little acting skills for now?"
Wang Biao downed the liquor in his glass in one gulp and heartily patted Lin Yu's shoulder:
"Am I the kind of person to dodge a drink? Look at what you're saying!"
"Come on, let's chat, what serious business?"
Song Chunxia pointed at Lin Yu, then pointed at Mao Ruirui, and said:
"Let's talk about Little Yu and Ruirui's matter!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Mao Ruirui: "???"

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.

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

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!

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.”