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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
