[Ding!]
[God-tier operation, sincerely resolving the doubts of your Dao Companion, making her deeply moved!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[God-tier operation, a perfect act of disguise, making the Holy Maiden secretly admire you!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
Lin Yu: "..."
A single action elicited completely different responses in the hearts of the two aunties.
As expected of the sect's Holy Maiden!
She really didn't have a single ounce of trust in him, her Holy Son!
Lin Yu had spoken so sincerely, yet she directly took it as his disguise.
What else did she want him to do?
However.
Du Ruxue's reaction wasn't important.
As long as Auntie Qimeng believed him, he hadn't wasted his breath blabbering for so long.
Chen Qimeng collected her thoughts and quickly pointed at the breakfast on the table, saying:
"Of course I know!"
"Little Yu, hurry up and eat your breakfast."
"Little Xue and I will be heading to the shop in a bit."
Du Ruxue smiled and said:
"Feeling relieved now? You can finally go out with peace of mind."
Chen Qimeng pointed at Du Ruxue.
Du Ruxue immediately made a zipping motion over her mouth.
Chen Qimeng: "..."
Lin Yu: "..."
In front of outsiders, Du Ruxue always appeared overbearing and aloof.
Why did she act like a child who hadn't grown up when she was around Auntie Qimeng?
Her behavior was even more childish than someone of Lin Yu's age!
...
A little past nine in the morning.
After breakfast, Lin Yu took the initiative to clean up the apartment.
He didn't know what Maomao went out to do this morning, but she wasn't home bright and early.
Without a disciple to help clean the sect, he, the Holy Son, could only do it himself.
Who could resist the temptation of sect contribution points and Spirit Stones?
No matter how small a fly is, it's still meat!
This time, he had taken out three Mortal World Relics in one go.
Lin Yu didn't have many antique reserves left.
He casually planned to save up for a lucky draw to see if he could fish out some more valuable goods.
If he successfully helped the Huang family overcome their crisis this time.
In the future, when he went to Sister Hong to consign items for auction, she would definitely take better care of him.
After finishing the public tasks within the sect, Antique Sister finally came downstairs, fashionably late.
"Damned Lin Yu, are the things ready?"
"I specifically set an alarm today, afraid of delaying your business."
"I'm all set, we can leave anytime!"
Shen Buyao said straightforwardly and generously as she walked down the stairs.
Lin Yu stood up from the sofa, stretched, and replied:
"I've been waiting for you forever, I'm also..."
Halfway through his sentence, Lin Yu turned around and froze on the spot.
Shen Buyao was wearing an ink-wash colored light summer dress, adorned with crimson frog fasteners from the collar down.
A dark blue sash was tied around her waist. As she walked gracefully downstairs, she gave off a surreal, otherworldly vibe.
How Lin Yu wished...
That Yaoyao was a mute!
With her hands behind her back, Shen Buyao met Lin Yu's gaze for a few seconds before speaking:
"Hey, damned Lin Yu, stop staring at me so pervertedly!"
"Careful your eyeballs don't drop to the floor in a bit, or I'll have to play The Legend of the Blind Man for you."
"What's with that expression, honestly! Have you never seen a beauty before?"
Lin Yu: "..."
If Shen Buyao didn't open her mouth, she was as beautiful as a fairy from an ink-wash painting.
But as soon as she opened her mouth, her words were like a heavy-duty truck, indiscriminately running over everyone!
Lin Yu couldn't help but mutter:
"It doesn't matter if I'm blind, I really wish you were a mute..."
Shen Buyao furrowed her brows tightly and asked suspiciously:
"What do you mean by that? Are you cursing me?"
Lin Yu silently sighed.
Forget it, forget it.
If he kept bickering with Yaoyao, who knew how long it would take.
As long as she was happy!
She was dressed much more beautifully and attractively than usual today.
It was obvious.
Huang Feiya's performance yesterday had made her feel pressured.
Even if she didn't say it, she could show it through her actual actions.
Lin Yu naturally understood what she meant, but he saw through it without pointing it out.
With her dressed so nicely, standing next to each other, it also made Lin Yu look good.
As for Shen Buyao at this moment.
She was very satisfied with Lin Yu's fixed gaze just now.
Hmph!
Men~
It wouldn't hurt to say a few more nice words!
When she saw that stupid bitch Huang Feiya later, she definitely had to let her know what natural beauty truly was!
She usually just didn't like to dress up.
Watching the shop every day drained too much of her energy and spirit.
Where would she find the time to doll herself up every day for no reason?
Once she seriously dressed up, she wouldn't be outshone by Huang Feiya.
Damned Lin Yu...
He definitely wouldn't like Huang Feiya's type, right?
Shen Buyao believed she still had a certain understanding of Lin Yu's aesthetic preferences.
"Let's take my car, shall we? The repair shop fixed it really fast. They originally said a week, but they delivered it back yesterday."
"The accident last time was very, very minor. I'll definitely be extra careful today."
Shen Buyao loyally patted her chest, assuring Lin Yu.
Setting aside whether she actually had a chest to pat.
Just her guarantee regarding her driving...
How could Lin Yu be bold enough to believe her?
Lin Yu's fate might be tough, but what about the antiques?
Who could guarantee that these things could withstand a beating?
If things went wrong, let alone helping the Dirty Joke King resolve her conflict.
He was afraid he wouldn't even be able to protect this batch of treasures!
Without needing to think it over, Lin Yu directly raised his hand and said:
"Yaoyao, for the safety of this operation, I suggest..."
"We just take a taxi!"
"The items aren't heavy, and they aren't big either."
"I specifically bought boxes and prepared adequate protection."
"As long as there are no 'major' bumps, there won't be any problems!"
Lin Yu deliberately emphasized the word "major," hoping Shen Buyao would understand her own destructive power.
The words were spoken so plainly.
Even Shen Buyao could understand what Lin Yu meant.
She curled her lips, waved her hand, and said:
"Fine, don't use it then, you cowardly scaredy-cat!"
Lin Yu: "???"
He had become a cowardly scaredy-cat?
Being able to muster the courage to sit in Shen Buyao's car for a few hours, driving all the way into the deep mountains.
He was super brave, alright?
If it were anyone else who knew Shen Buyao, who would have the courage to do that?
Lin Yu didn't continue arguing with her, afraid that if they kept talking, she would get the urge to drive again.
With his goal achieved, the two directly set off for the designated supermarket.
...
Inside the taxi.
"Ding dong!"
"Ding dong!"
"..."
Lin Yu's phone kept ringing non-stop.
He had forgotten to put it on vibrate before going out, so he could only bite the bullet and listen to the sound of WeChat notifications.
If he suddenly switched it to vibrate now, it would inevitably give Shen Buyao the feeling that he was guarding against her.
Since he had already made a mistake, he might as well just roll with it.
It was just that Shen Buyao, sitting next to him, deliberately looking away but occasionally casting glances over...
Really made Lin Yu sit on pins and needles!
Lin Yu couldn't help but tilt his head and say:
"Yaoyao, why don't you just look openly?"
"Twisting your neck like that, I'm really afraid you'll give yourself a squint."
"Yes! It's Huang Feiya, you're right!"
"She's talking about serious business, telling me she's already arrived and asking when I'll be there!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
