What kind of master-disciple relationship is this?!
Mo Shangying kept calling him "Master" in an overly affectionate tone.
Yet, at her core, she remained the same mischievous troublemaker.
Lin Yu couldn't help but wonder—
Did Shangying have some special mission to complete today?
Lost in thought, Lin Yu quickly pulled up her personal information panel:
[Mo Shangying]
[Age: 20]
[Sect Status: Elder of the Array Formation Hall, Traitor of the Celestial Secrets Pavilion]
[Intimacy Level with Host: 68% (Sixth Realm, Heart Aflutter)]
[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): 0/1]
[Attribute Skill: Reverse Dao Physique (Further details currently unavailable)]
[Other Information: (Host’s status too low to access)]
[Current Missions:]
[Battle of Array Formations (Urgent Mission): As fellow geniuses of array formations, a showdown is inevitable. Since the elder refuses to reveal their true identity, the host must continue representing the sect’s prestige.]
[Divining Fate (Daily Mission): The heavens’ secrets are unfathomable… (Predict the next soccer match).]
[Hidden Ailments (Daily Mission): The elder, whose cultivation postures are peculiar, rarely leaves the hall… (Massage therapy).]
At first glance, the information panel revealed nothing unusual.
The two daily missions were identical to before.
The modified urgent mission was also just a continuation of the previous "stand-in" task.
"Master, judging by your reaction—hehe—you’re shocked, aren’t you?"
"Let’s not drag murder into our relationship, okay?"
"Our appointment next Thursday stands!"
"Oh, and I’ve already pulled your medical report from the hospital."
"Congratulations—you’re perfectly healthy!"
Mo Shangying spoke with an air of nonchalance.
The position she and Lin Yu were in right now was downright scandalous.
The only reason he hadn’t cracked yet was thanks to the severity of criminal law.
After his hospital check-up that morning, the doctor had said the results wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow at the earliest.
But when you’re a top-tier hacker, things move a lot faster.
Hell, she was quicker than the hospital itself!
"Rebellious disciple, so you dragged me in here just to tell me the plan hasn’t changed?"
Lin Yu frowned as he spoke.
If that was really all, he’d have to teach her a little lesson before leaving.
As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, Mo Shangying—whose legs were already short—wriggled even closer…
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Again?!
Were you worried the positioning wasn’t precise enough?!
Summer clothing was thin—there was barely any barrier at all!
Yet, after making her move, Mo Shangying playfully kicked at Lin Yu’s back with her foot.
"Master, I think my legs are suffering from serious occupational hazards!"
"I haven’t gone out in ages, and after walking so much yesterday, my legs feel like they’ve abandoned me."
"This afternoon, to help you get close to Maomao, I’ll probably have to walk miles and miles more."
"Erm… and then there’s dealing with those two creeps who have ill intentions toward Sister Qimeng—that’s definitely going to require my effort too."
"Master, don’t you have some kind of miracle solution to make my legs feel better?"
Lin Yu: "…"
Got it.
Now he understood everything!
She was fishing for a foot massage!
Talk about going through hoops just to get what you want.
After all that circling, this was what she was after.
At this point, she might as well have written "This General Has Rendered Meritorious Service" and "Will Charge Through Fire and Water in the Future" on her forehead.
Lin Yu reached behind him and grabbed Mo Shangying’s restless foot.
"I could do it, but can you handle a continuous session?"
"Last time, you didn’t even have the strength to make a sound."
Hearing Lin Yu’s agreement, Mo Shangying leaped up in excitement, her eyes sparkling with confidence.
"That was just an off day! This time, I’ll definitely hold out!"
"Master, whatever special techniques you’ve got—use them all on me!"
"I won’t make a single noise—if I do, I lose!"
Lin Yu: "…"
When it came to flirty banter, few in his circle could rival Shangying.
Her words never held up under scrutiny.
Even the most mundane things took on a suggestive tone when she said them.
Over the past couple of days, he’d asked quite a lot of her.
Aside from completing the daily mission, this foot massage could count as a little reward.
She did have a point, though.
With such a long road ahead, who could refuse having a top-tier hacker by their side?
Seeing Lin Yu’s expression soften, Mo Shangying quickly arranged herself on the bed in a familiar pose.
"Master, come on—I’m ready!"
She rubbed her hands together eagerly.
Lin Yu cracked his knuckles.
He could only hope she’d still be this lively once the massage was over.
"Oh, right, Shangying."
"Did you look into that local girl hanging around Maomao?"
"What’s her deal? Who is she?"
He’d mentioned it yesterday, but now that he thought about it—there’d been no follow-up!
Mo Shangying scratched her head awkwardly from her lying position.
"Master, you saw how far the hotel was from the café yesterday."
"And the girl was wearing a wig—that blurry face… it’s tricky, okay?"
Lin Yu: "???"
Tricky?
So you just didn’t do it?!
He’d been counting on knowing his enemy to stay ahead of the game.
And now he still had no clue who this person was!
"Why not start with Maomao instead?"
"Find out where she’s staying, who she’s with, what she’s doing."
"You’ve doxxed her before—shouldn’t that be easy?"
Mo Shangying, however, shook her head with a troubled expression.
"After our mutual doxxing contest last time, we made a gentleman’s agreement."
"No more investigating each other’s private info in any form."
"So, Master, using the stinky cat as a lead is a no-go."
Lin Yu: "…"
Damn it!
Since when were hackers so principled?!
Aren’t they supposed to dox your entire family at the slightest provocation?!
Noticing Lin Yu’s displeasure—and fearing her massage might be canceled—Mo Shangying hurriedly added:
"Master, it’s not too late to investigate now, right?"
"Any little clue—a phone number, a name… anything at all."
"The moment I pick up a lead next door, I’ll feed it straight to you through the earpiece!"
"Give me three minutes, and I’ll have her entire profile!"
This reassurance did a lot to placate Lin Yu.
What else could he do?
He didn’t know the first thing about hacking—he couldn’t do it himself.
As for his frustration…
Well, he’d just have to take it out on his rebellious disciple during the foot massage!
"Shangying, stay right where you are."
"I’m going to fetch some oranges…"
"Orange essential oil. Be right back."
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?!
