Luo Yao and Lin Ran were being affectionate for a while before the expert team arrived.
Of course, these experts were all from the Yi Family, a prestigious medical dynasty, scattered across various top-tier hospitals in the capital.
After they left, Luo Yao reappeared.
She glanced at Little Tong.
"Ten times the bonus."
Little Tong was overwhelmed with gratitude, almost kneeling to thank her for such generosity.
Lin Ran walked over and patted his shoulder.
"I heard from Wang Bao that the man in black suspected you had feelings for my wife?"
Little Tong immediately looked miserable and protested, "Young Master Lin, that’s a misunderstanding! He was just making wild guesses. I… I’ll forfeit the bonus."
Lin Ran found this bodyguard rather endearing and waved his hand dismissively.
"Just teasing you. You should take the bonus—it’s the least you deserve after being poisoned. Besides, I’ll help you find your 'white moonlight.'"
Yi Siyin had already examined Little Tong earlier—the toxin was minimal and would naturally metabolize without needing an antidote.
Little Tong’s eyes lit up, his heart racing with excitement.
"Thank you, Young Master Lin! Thank you!"
Little Tong’s "white moonlight" was a story for another time…
"Yao Yao, you’ve figured out who the enemy is, right?"
Luo Yao nodded.
"Your second uncle, isn’t it?"
"How did you guess?"
Lin Ran pointed at his own eyes. "Because I’m not an idiot, and I know you well."
Luo Yao leaned in close, her eyes locked onto Lin Ran’s.
"Ah-Ran’s eyes are so bright—I can see my reflection in them."
Lin Ran wondered how Luo Yao’s thoughts could jump so quickly.
"Of course, because my eyes are only for you."
Only then did Luo Yao return to Lin Ran’s earlier question. "Then tell me, how well do you know me?"
Lin Ran replied, "For example, just now—if you didn’t know who the enemy was, you wouldn’t have eliminated Luo Wuyou, right?"
Luo Yao nodded.
"I had some certainty."
"So, is it really your second uncle?"
"Exactly."
"Then what should we…"
Luo Yao pressed a slender finger against Lin Ran’s lips. "Right now, I don’t want to discuss this. I want you."
Luo Yao was in an exceptionally good mood today—she was determined to engage in a fierce "battle" with Lin Ran until the very end.
After the intense encounter, Lin Ran couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
In the dead of night, he was once again dragged into a nightmare.
He looked around—everything was dark, the only light faintly visible ahead.
Where was this? It felt like a cave, but not a natural one—more like an enclosed pit.
When he looked up, he saw a sky full of stars.
Was he in a dried-up well?
No, that didn’t seem right.
"Big brother, will you come to me yourself?"
Amid the dim starlight, Lin Ran thought he heard Luo Yao’s voice.
"You don’t want to?"
"Huh?" Lin Ran was confused.
Suddenly, a flash of crimson alerted him to danger.
"I! WILL! CATCH! YOU!"
A sharp "meow" jolted Lin Ran awake.
Another nightmare. Drenched in cold sweat, he looked beside him—Luo Yao was gone.
What did this dream mean?
Wait, had he been woken up by Little Black? Little Black?
Just as he turned to look, he spotted a pair of eyes staring at him from outside the window.
Lin Ran jumped in fright, but when he looked again, the eyes hopped away into the darkness.
Little Black?
"Damn it, are you trying to scare me to death in the middle of the night?"
Lin Ran hurried downstairs and chased after it.
There was no sign of Luo Yao downstairs—even Uncle Fu was nowhere to be found.
After a moment’s thought, he followed the direction Little Black had gone.
He trailed it all the way to the edge of the estate before the cat vanished, leaving Lin Ran bewildered.
Then, he spotted Luo Yao.
She had dozens of bodyguards surrounding a group of men in black.
The leader, clearly injured, stood in the center, locking eyes with Luo Yao in a deadly stare.
Lin Ran stayed hidden, quietly moving closer. Uncle Fu seemed to notice him, but Lin Ran gestured for silence.
"You’re not injured?" the shadowy figure finally spoke.
"I lured you out, Luo Wushuang."
"As expected of Luo Yao. What, won’t you even call me 'Second Uncle' now?"
Luo Yao scoffed. "I’m going to kill you today, so there’s no need for familial titles. The only family I have is Ah-Ran."
Luo Wushuang laughed bitterly. "Truly a woman without emotions. Blood ties mean nothing to you."
"Isn’t this what the Luo Family wanted?" Luo Yao shot back.
Luo Wushuang took a deep breath, unpleasant memories flooding his mind.
Back then, after Luo Yao returned, she threw the entire Luo Family into chaos. She wasn’t fit to be the family’s "guardian."
But no one expected her to wipe out the entire Luo bloodline in one fell swoop.
And the first victim had been him, Luo Wushuang.
That time, Luo Yao had ordered an attack on him—he lost a leg but barely escaped.
Later, news of the Luo Family’s tragedies spread one after another.
At first, Luo Wushuang thought he had suffered the worst. But when he heard the others’ fates, he felt almost lucky.
Luo Yao had been inexperienced when she targeted him—she hadn’t gone for the kill.
If he had been her last target, his fate would have been the same as the others.
Back then, Luo Yao had declared, "Isn’t this what the Luo Family wanted in a 'guardian'? No family, no friends, no emotions. I’ve achieved it."
Luo Wushuang sighed deeply, abandoning any debate over right and wrong—he just wanted to survive.
"This time, I’ve lost. But do you really think you can stop me?"
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes. She was certain she could trap Luo Wushuang—where was his confidence coming from?
But if he dared say such a thing, he must have a backup plan.
"Go on. What’s your bargaining chip for me to let you go?"
Luo Wushuang smirked. "Smart. I’ve established an organization. If I don’t walk out of here alive, its members will hunt down… Lin Ran. Indefinitely."
Lin Ran, listening from the shadows, widened his eyes.
"What the hell, old man? Are you insane?" he blurted out, startling both Luo Yao and Luo Wushuang.
When had Lin Ran gotten here?
Luo Yao shot a cold glare at Uncle Fu, who lowered his head, not daring to meet her gaze.
"Don’t blame me! You said yourself—everything in the estate follows Young Master Lin’s orders. He told me not to make a sound, so I didn’t dare utter a word!"
Lin Ran walked to Luo Yao’s side and gently took her hand.
"Yao Yao, handle your business."
His reassuring gaze eased her tension.
The Ah-Ran of today was not the same as before.
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world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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.”
