Tang Yimian on the bed quickly realized what had just happened.
Flustered, she hurried over to Lin Yu, waving her hands haphazardly in the air:
"Ah, Lin Yu, I was just... Little Chi said you were on your way, so I thought I'd sit and wait for you."
"I-I didn’t expect to accidentally fall asleep!"
"Honestly, it’s so strange... I rarely dream, but just now I had one..."
"I dreamed the principal came to inspect my class, and I got so nervous that I—"
Lin Yu repeatedly waved his hands to stop Tang Yimian from continuing.
Given her storytelling style—which could span from "Emperor Qin unifying the six states to modern history"—
if he didn’t intervene in time, there was no telling how long she’d go on.
"It’s fine, it’s fine... just a little sore."
"Teacher Tang, do you have spare slippers in your room?"
Lin Yu asked, pursing his lips.
"Yes, yes! I’ll get them right away."
Tang Yimian rushed to the shoe rack to fetch slippers for Lin Yu.
If the bedroom floor was this damp, the bathroom was undoubtedly worse.
He had rushed upstairs in such a hurry that he hadn’t even changed his shoes.
If he trampled around carelessly, he’d likely end up like Little Chi—barefoot.
And he definitely didn’t want to walk home shoeless.
The "hardcore collision" with Tang Yimian had triggered the pop-up conditions for the information panel.
The last roommate in the apartment, long overdue, finally revealed her true sect identity.
[Tang Yimian]
[Age: 22]
[Sect Identity: Elder of the Transmission Hall]
[Intimacy Level with Host: 20% (Second Realm, Fleeting Acquaintance)]
[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): (Insufficient intimacy level with host, temporarily unavailable)]
[Attribute Skill: Art of Dissolution (Other details temporarily unavailable)]
[Other Information: (Host’s status too low, temporarily unavailable)]
[Current Missions:]
[Water Veil Barrier (Timed Mission): A cultivation mishap accidentally shattered the water veil barrier...]
[Mortal Guidance (Urgent Mission): The Elder’s reputation has long resonated across the Five Sects and Eight Wilds. Now, young outer disciples have temporarily gathered, awaiting the Elder’s guidance. However, the Elder is preoccupied with numerous tasks and remains unprepared.]
[Purchasing Talismans (Daily Mission): A mortal cultivator has achieved a breakthrough and deserves recognition. The hall’s stock of red-flower talismans is running low (requires purchasing small red flower stickers).]
[Hidden Ailment (Daily Mission): The Elder of the Transmission Hall, having long stood in the hall to impart the Sect Leader’s teachings, has developed chronic leg pain and urgently needs meridian therapy (massage treatment).]
Elder of the Transmission Hall...
A fitting title!
Despite the intimacy level being only at the Second Realm, he could actually see one of her attribute skills?
This was clearly intentional—meant for Lin Yu to see!
Art of Dissolution?
Why not call it the "Arts and Sciences Secret Technique" or "Star-Sucking Great Method"?
At a superficial guess, it likely meant the Elder was well-versed in various cultivation methods, rendering any enhancements from techniques or secret arts ineffective against her.
That would explain why he couldn’t dodge her headbutt.
As for her missions...
The known timed mission (fixing the pipes) and the two daily tasks were straightforward.
But the urgent mission, [Mortal Guidance], required some thought.
[Young outer disciples have temporarily gathered, awaiting the Elder’s guidance.]
Using the word "gathered" for young outer disciples definitely implied a group.
This probably referred to Tang Yimian’s students, right?
The word "temporarily" was also key.
It was currently summer vacation for elementary schoolers—there were no scheduled classes.
What could prompt a temporary gathering of kids?
Unlike high school, elementary schools didn’t cancel summer break, did they?
For now, he’d have to set this aside.
He’d need to interact with Teacher Tang later to hear what this was about.
At the moment, Lin Yu’s role was simple:
The handyman fixing the pipes in the beautiful teacher’s apartment!
Before long,
Lin Yu, wearing size-37 pink slippers with his heels sticking out, entered the bathroom.
After a thorough inspection of the shower pipes,
he found the valve knob was stripped, and a section of the cold-water plastic pipe was damaged.
This was such a minor repair job, it barely qualified as a fix.
In his past life, after Aunt Qimeng passed away, Lin Yu had lived alone for eleven years.
Aside from being a mediocre cook, he was adept at all sorts of household repairs and chores—handling them with ease.
"Senior, it’s just aging pipes and valves."
"Easy to fix. I’ll go grab replacement parts from the storage room."
"Wait for me—I’ll be right back to replace them."
After finishing his inspection, Lin Yu spoke to Tang Yimian, who stood anxiously at the bathroom door.
Tang Yimian, as if draped in a layer of melancholic expression effects, fretted:
"Is replacing them very troublesome? Maybe I should shower less often..."
"Have the other roommates never had this problem?"
"Is mine the only one that broke?"
"How much will the replacement cost?"
"Lin Yu, about the money... I’ll cover it..."
"Maybe I really did overuse it..."
From her very first word, Lin Yu had been shaking his head.
How could equipment wear and tear be blamed on her?
No matter how much you search for reasons within yourself, it shouldn’t have come to this.
Result.
Lin Yu found that waving his hand was utterly useless.
Once Tang Yimian started rambling from prehistoric times, it was nearly impossible to stop her with simple gestures.
Helpless.
Lin Yu had no choice but to grab Tang Yimian by the shoulders.
This method, at least, was straightforward and effective.
The moment she was grabbed, Tang Yimian’s attention instantly shifted to Lin Yu’s hands.
"Senior, girls should bathe more often—it’s a good habit."
"You don’t need to keep apologizing over and over… and over, nor blame yourself."
"Is taking baths wrong?"
Tang Yimian blinked, first pressing her lips tightly together before parting them slightly to whisper:
"I… I talk too much, don’t I?"
"Sorry, my old classmates and current coworkers all say that about me."
"Sometimes I…"
Feeling herself about to ramble again, she quickly sealed her lips.
Lin Yu’s heart clenched.
Sure, she talked a lot.
But he knew Tang Yimian meant no harm.
Her endless chatter was just her way of overanalyzing her own flaws.
A classic outward manifestation of anxiety.
Suddenly, Lin Yu realized his tone might have made Tang Yimian blame herself even more.
For a moment,
he felt a pang of guilt.
"Senior, you don’t…"
"talk too much!"
"I talk way more than you usually. I’m just a chatty person."
"Are people like us even wrong for that?"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—no amount of comfort compares to genuine understanding. The Elder of the Transmission Hall has resonated with the host!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, host! Your relationship with the Elder of the Transmission Hall has deepened, advancing to the third tier: "Close Friends and Neighbors"!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Lin Yu: "???"
If he remembered correctly,
his intimacy level with Tang Yimian was only at 20% before—now it’s 30%!
Just one line—"people like us"—shot it up by ten whole points?
How is that even possible?
Just how badly did she need a friend who truly understood her?
"Junior Lin Yu, you… you’re really like me too?"
"I was worried you’d get annoyed listening to me ramble."
"You know, back in college, there was this girl from Pingchuan in my dorm."
"She told me…"
"……"
Lin Yu: "……"
Oh no.
This is trouble now.
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
