Lin Yu stopped in his tracks, looking at Xia Yiwei with a conflicted expression.
He didn't say he would go, nor did he say he wouldn't.
In that brief moment, he repeatedly weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
Xia Yiwei seized the pause, immediately pressing close to Lin Yu and wrapping her arms around his.
"Hehe, so Little Master also has things he's afraid of?"
"As my boyfriend, going to my room to hang out for a bit shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Are you worried my dad will overthink it, or my sister?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Weiwei's angle of questioning was incredibly tricky.
It completely cut off Lin Yu's retreat.
It seemed inappropriate to admit to either worry!
Didn't that leave only one choice?
Lin Yu feigned calmness and said,
"What am I afraid of?"
"Did you hide a bomb in your room or something?"
"Anyway, since the guest Uncle Xia is waiting for hasn't arrived yet, I suppose we can go sit for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Xia Yiwei couldn't wait to drag Lin Yu upstairs.
She deliberately chose the outdoor stairs instead of going through the main hall.
It was as if she didn't want to be seen by the people inside.
This secretive route gave Lin Yu a slight start.
He couldn't help but ask himself again:
No way, right?
The nurse sister couldn't be this crazy, could she?
The two arrived upstairs near the corridor.
Xia Yiwei waved her hand, signaling Lin Yu to press against the wall as they walked.
Lin Yu threw his hands up, his face full of question marks.
???
What did this mean?
If the people downstairs saw them, so be it!
Didn't you just say we were boyfriend and girlfriend?
Why are we acting like we're having an illicit affair!
"Don't let them see us, Little Master. Come closer, shh!"
Xia Yiwei urged him in a low voice while reminding him not to make a sound.
Lin Yu: "..."
Bad, this is bad.
He had thought too little about this when he agreed to come up.
Sneaking around behind people's backs definitely meant nothing good!
But things had already come to this.
If he backed out now, wouldn't he look like a coward?
Furthermore.
Maybe Xia Yiwei was deliberately creating this atmosphere just to see him get scared and make a fool of himself.
The more he thought about it, the more he refused to let Xia Yiwei get her way.
Lin Yu simply mimicked Xia Yiwei's movements, pressing against the wall and slowly edging forward.
According to the direction Xia Yiwei pointed, her bedroom was two doors down from where Lin Yu was standing.
As they slowly passed through the corridor, they could clearly hear the chatting from the main hall.
Lei Siren was babbling non-stop, trying to find topics to close the distance between him and Xia Zhenfeng.
But apart from Xia Zhenfeng's occasional "hmm" or "oh," Lei Siren was basically talking to himself.
Even so.
Lei Siren still didn't stop churning out topics.
If he stopped and let the conversation die, the atmosphere would only become more awkward.
Normally.
The warm and hospitable Xia Xiashan might have chimed in to ease the awkwardness.
It seemed Lei Siren's performance had angered her quite a bit too.
She had no intention of interjecting at all.
Regardless of whether the scene was lively, as long as there was a conversation going on, it was fine.
At the very least, they wouldn't focus their attention on the two of them upstairs.
Even though Lin Yu hadn't done anything wrong, he currently felt a guilty conscience like a thief.
"Little Master, hurry up!"
Xia Yiwei had already reached the designated door and was urging Lin Yu to hurry over.
Lin Yu was much more agile than Xia Yiwei.
However, the intense nervousness made his legs feel like jelly, and he didn't dare to take large strides forward at all.
Just as he was passing the door of the room in between, an unexpected turn of events occurred...
"Click!"
The door suddenly opened.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The unexpected noise made Lin Yu's mind go blank, and he froze on the spot.
The person standing in the room was none other than...
Shockingly, it was Wang Ran, the very person he had just rebuked not long ago!
As soon as Wang Ran opened the door and saw a figure, she subconsciously took half a step back.
From her surprised expression, it was clear that she hadn't opened the door on purpose to watch a show.
She had just wanted to come out and happened to bump into the scene unfolding before her.
Soon.
Wang Ran's expression returned to normal.
She leaned out slightly from the doorway and looked in the direction of Xia Yiwei's bedroom.
Noticing Wang Ran, Xia Yiwei quickly put on a dismissive little expression despite her panic.
Lin Yu stood at the door, caught in a dilemma of whether to leave or stay.
This was just too damn awkward!
They could have just walked over openly, but they had to sneak in secretly.
Sneaking around was bad enough, but being caught in the act by his "nemesis" made it worse.
Even the thick-skinned Lin Yu couldn't handle it, and his face instantly flushed bright red!
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
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!
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.
