"Phew..."
Looking at Lin Yu's uneasy expression, Xia Zhenfeng blew out a puff of smoke.
"Scared? You can't handle it already?"
"If you know to be scared now, why didn't you use protection earlier?"
"Huh?"
Xia Zhenfeng's voice was incredibly loud; he was not worried at all about being heard by others.
What a fierce family style!
He might not be worried, but Lin Yu certainly was.
Something that should have been kept a secret, how could it be broadcasted at the top of his lungs?
Right now, Lin Yu just wanted to grab Xia Zhenfeng's arm and shout out loud:
Uncle Xia, I'm innocent!
Your daughter is slandering me; she's slandering me!
I only thought about it occasionally, but I never actually did it.
Who doesn't have a few dirty thoughts in their head?
Unfortunately.
He could only keep these words bottled up inside; he absolutely couldn't say them out loud.
He had to accept it!
Lin Yu could only take the fall for this one for now!
As long as there wasn't some cliché forced-marriage drama, Lin Yu could still play along.
There was still a whole forest waiting for him to return "safely" at home.
How could he hang himself on just one tree?
"Uncle Xia, I..."
"We were impulsive at the time."
Holding back tears, Lin Yu temporarily admitted to the deed.
Originally, he wanted to say, "I was impulsive at the time."
But on second thought, how could he let Xia Yiwei off the hook?
She was the main culprit!
Once today's dinner was over, he would definitely seek "justice" from Xia Yiwei!
Not getting their stories straight before coming and making him take on such a huge role in this act.
She should have told him earlier!
This costs extra!
Xia Zhenfeng's reaction left Lin Yu secretly impressed.
He saw him shake his head first, then pull his lips into a smirk, and say:
"Although the process was wrong, the result isn't bad."
"With a child, Weiwei can finally settle down."
"With her personality, I'm just thankful she didn't give herself to some shady blond-haired punk."
"I haven't investigated you yet, kid. What exactly do you do?"
"I heard you challenged the dojo and even beat Shanshan? And your family isn't even in the martial arts business."
"The stuff you used to fool Lei Siren won't work on me. Just tell me the truth."
"If I have to look into you myself, it won't look good for anyone."
Xia Zhenfeng started asking about Lin Yu's personal background.
This made Lin Yu's head pound with anxiety!
Xia Yiwei could tell her dad about getting knocked up.
But she didn't mention anything about Lin Yu's personal background?
Thinking about it carefully.
It probably wasn't that she didn't want to say it.
More likely, it was just too damn hard to explain!
This proved that Xia Zhenfeng really wasn't someone easy to fool.
He could easily believe that his daughter was truly pregnant.
But he wouldn't believe Lin Yu's background just based on a few words from Xia Yiwei.
As expected, he really needed Xia Yiwei by his side!
In such a situation, Lin Yu didn't know how to answer to give the right impression.
"Get your lies straight first before you talk to me."
"Think. Think carefully."
Looking at the miserable Lin Yu, Xia Zhenfeng reminded him.
Lin Yu: "..."
Since things had reached this point.
How could Lin Yu dare to just make up some nonsense?
Whatever happens, happens.
When he couldn't think of a better excuse, absolute honesty was the best policy.
Lin Yu took a deep breath and said:
"Uncle Xia, I know I definitely can't fool you."
"So I choose to tell you the truth..."
"Actually, I am a junior in college. I even have a picture of my student ID on my phone."
As Lin Yu spoke, he pulled out his phone and started scrolling for the photo of his student ID.
Hearing this, Xia Zhenfeng was stunned for a moment.
Then.
He snatched Lin Yu's phone and carefully looked at the photo on it.
Lin Yu knew this information was a bit too shocking, so he quickly added:
"The apartment Weiwei rented is actually my house."
"We kind of... started as roommates."
Living under the same roof with a fairly handsome young guy.
It sounded much more reasonable for a rebellious daughter to do something passionate and impulsive.
"Wow, you two are really something."
"Living in the same place, growing feelings over time, huh?"
"When you just said you were a college student, I almost cursed you out for trying to play me for a fool!"
"But a normal person couldn't even make up a lie this ridiculous!"
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.”
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
