An hour later.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully completed the daily quest "Hidden Ailments (Massage Therapy)," earning 100 Sect Contribution Points and 100 Spirit Stones!]
Lin Yu stepped out of the bathroom after washing his hands.
Gazing at Mo Shangying, who lay sprawled on the bed like a limp rag, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.
His techniques never went easy on anyone who talked big.
The louder they bragged before the foot massage,
the more utterly drained they’d be by the end.
Lin Yu: "I’m done. Take your time to freshen up."
Mo Shangying replied weakly, "Okay..."
Once the sound of the door closing faded, Mo Shangying struggled several times before finally propping herself up against the headboard.
Whether it was because she had been too immersed
or because Lin Yu’s skills had genuinely improved,
this time, his techniques felt even more varied and intoxicating than before, leaving her completely spellbound.
The warmth in her legs and feet gradually transformed into renewed energy.
As the flush on her skin faded, her limbs felt stronger than ever.
Why bother looking for a traditional Chinese massage parlor?
With her master around, as long as she was a little more diligent, couldn’t she easily fix the numbness in her legs?
And most importantly…
It was pure bliss!
……
Back in his room, Lin Yu skimmed through the chat logs between Yi Haizhou and He Jing under a critical eye.
Frankly,
the content was on par with literature from certain adult websites.
Eighty percent of it revolved around… anatomy.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but marvel at Yi Haizhou’s audacity.
The man was practically on the verge of being locked up,
yet despite the massive debt hanging over his head, he was still living by the motto "better to die a romantic than a coward"!
What Lin Yu wanted to see wasn’t the middle-aged lovey-dovey exchanges.
He was looking for clues—
any agreement He Jing and Yi Haizhou had reached about him.
In the rare moments where they discussed serious matters, his name did come up.
He Jing had relayed to Yi Haizhou that they needed to "deal with that novelist" within a week.
The plan was to reel him in "without letting him gain an inch," ensuring a clean catch.
After that,
their scheme targeting Chen Qimeng’s flower shop could proceed as scheduled next week.
As for tomorrow’s secret rendezvous with Lin Yu in the newly renovated apartment—
just as he had guessed,
Yi Haizhou knew nothing about it.
He Jing was already hunting for new prey behind the back of her useless "cuckold."
Since everything was playing out as expected,
Lin Yu could confidently stick to his original plan.
Tomorrow,
he would "teach this pair of troubled lovebirds a lesson"!
……
5:30 PM.
Lin Yu arrived early at the upscale restaurant as agreed.
Pingchuan wasn’t a major city,
and truly high-end dining establishments were few and far between.
The "International Hotel" before him was one of the best.
Business banquets, weddings for the wealthy—anything that demanded prestige was usually held here.
Walking through the parking lot,
luxury cars, both recognizable and obscure, lined the aisles.
In both his past and current life,
Lin Yu had passed by this place countless times.
Never had he imagined that after his rebirth,
someone would actually invite him to dine here.
The agreed time with Maomao was 6:00 PM.
To allow Mo Shangying and Ye Mengfu to enter first, the trio arrived promptly at 5:30.
Mo Shangying had splurged on a private room right next to Lin Yu’s.
Since the two rooms were so close,
she wouldn’t be able to see anything this time—only listen in and offer remote guidance.
Lin Yu let the two women go ahead and settle in.
He lingered in the parking lot, killing time.
Within minutes of separating,
Mo Shangying’s voice crackled through his earpiece:
"Master, Master! That stinky cat might’ve arrived even earlier than us."
"I can hear the waiters going in and out of the next room—they’re talking to someone inside."
"Are you waiting till six, or are you heading up now?"
As the host,
arriving early was only proper.
It also showed their respect for Lin Yu.
"I’m on my way up."
"Ying’er, keep your laptop ready."
"Remember, the moment you get even a scrap of intel on them—dig it up and tell me immediately!"
After Mo Shangying’s eager assurances,
Lin Yu steadied himself and walked into the International Hotel.
……
International Hotel, VIP Section.
Phoenix Hall.
Seated at the head of the table,
Xia Xiashan exuded the aura of a seasoned leader.
Today, she had swapped her usual attire for a sleeveless crop top and high-waisted shorts,
showcasing her striking figure in a way that made her almost unrecognizable from the day before.
Beside her, Maomao’s outfit hadn’t changed much.
At the moment,
Maomao sat with her hands clasped on the table,
muttering under her breath in a barely audible stream.
"Maomao? Maomao!"
Xia Xiashan called out twice before Maomao snapped out of her daze.
"Huh? Xiashan?"
"What’s wrong? Is ZerO here?"
Xia Xiashan crossed her arms, frowning.
"Not yet. It’s still not time."
"You've been muttering nonstop since you got here."
"Reciting something? Computer science stuff?"
Maomao avoided Xia Xiashan's gaze and shook her head.
"Not exactly professional knowledge. Just some... extracurricular material."
Yesterday's encounter with ZerO had left her completely outmatched.
Today was her only chance to strike back.
Maomao had spent the entire day cramming all sorts of "weird" knowledge,
just to seize an opportunity during dinner to reclaim her lost pride.
Xia Xiashan shrugged helplessly.
The world of "gods" was beyond the comprehension of mere mortals like her.
Right now, she was more concerned about something else...
"Xia Yiwei, did you die on the way here?"
"Don't give me any traffic excuses on a motorcycle!"
"If you don’t wanna eat, just don’t come!"
"We’ll have a much quieter meal without you."
Xia Xiashan fired off several voice messages to her younger sister, Xia Yiwei.
Less than a minute later,
a WeChat reply came through.
With no hesitation, Xia Xiashan played it on speaker for Maomao to hear:
"Shut the hell up, you hag. Can’t you wish me well for once?"
"Almost there! Just got in the elevator!"
Xia Yiwei’s words only stoked Xia Xiashan’s fury.
She snatched her phone and barked back:
"Which elevator are you even in?"
"Weren’t you ‘in the elevator’ ten minutes ago?"
"Does it take ten minutes to reach the sixth floor?"
"What, is the elevator stuck in traffic too?"
BANG!
After sending the message, Xia Xiashan slammed her phone onto the table.
Xia Yiwei had a magical talent—
a few simple words were all it took to ignite her temper.
Beside her, Maomao patted Xia Xiashan’s shoulder.
"Xiashan, relax."
Xia Xiashan exhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down.
Just then,
the restaurant door swung open.
Lin Yu walked in, waving at the two of them.
"Hello, ladies. Seems I’m a bit late."
"Have you been waiting long?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
