Lin Ran left with his team of bodyguards.
The location of Dongtian Manor was never a secret—many people knew about it.
They just recently discovered that it was Lin Ran who lived there.
These past few days, many people had been livestreaming outside the manor. Though they couldn’t enter, Lin Ran’s popularity had skyrocketed.
The trending searches were practically dominated by topics related to him.
Some sharp individuals quickly capitalized on this wave of attention.
In a way, Lin Ran alone had single-handedly revived countless struggling streamers.
But the good times didn’t last long. Soon, these people were forced to stay at least 500 meters away from the manor.
From the highway onward, every inch of land belonged to Dongtian Manor’s private domain.
[Private Property, No Trespassing. Beware of Wild Animals.]—this was the glaring warning sign posted by the manor.
In the end, the streamers could only broadcast distant views of the estate and hope for a chance encounter with Lin Ran.
Of course, there was one exception—Shen Jingbing from Nuanyao Group.
He was the biggest winner in this wave of clout, leaving countless other streamers green with envy, regretting that they hadn’t signed with Nuanyao Media.
Shen Jingbing had only started streaming a few days ago. Wu Zhishang had already discussed the idea with him before.
Shen Jingbing thought having a "main gig" wasn’t bad, so he became a streamer.
For the past couple of days, he had been lingering near the manor, occasionally even greeting the bodyguards at the gate, much to the envy of the other streamers stuck on the periphery.
The manor staff never shooed him away because they all knew this seemingly eccentric guy was one of Young Master Lin’s people.
Shen Jingbing was in high spirits. His assistant held an umbrella for him as he cracked sunflower seeds while livestreaming the snow-covered scenery outside the manor. Against the backdrop of pure white snow, Dongtian Manor looked breathtakingly beautiful in its silver attire.
He never imagined he’d become an internet celebrity one day.
Then, he spotted a man wrapped in tattered clothes shuffling toward them.
Upon closer inspection—
"Holy shit, Lin Tianba."
Shen Jingbing immediately signaled his assistant to point the camera at the "beggar."
"Hey everyone, look who’s here! Isn’t this the cuckold king, Lin Tianba? Sometimes I wonder what kind of scumbag father could hurt his own son like this. Today, we finally get to see the real deal."
Seeing the barrage of comments flooding the livestream, Shen Jingbing shamelessly started begging for gifts.
"Come on, folks, shower me with gifts! For every gift, I’ll throw a rock at him. A rocket means I’ll personally hurl one—even if I get arrested, I don’t care. And if someone sends a Carnival gift, I’ll shove this automatic umbrella right into his mouth!"
Instantly, gifts poured in.
Everyone just wanted to see Lin Tianba get what he deserved.
[Did Porsche apologize already?]: "I’m sick of watching snow. Streamer, go hard on him! Just looking at this guy pisses me off—he’s the one who played us all."
[Did 56-jie apologize too? What did she do wrong?]: "Take it easy. You’re the only streamer allowed near the manor gates. I don’t wanna see you disappear."
[Rain-jie’s alt accounts]: "Remember, beating people is illegal—but beating trash isn’t."
Shen Jingbing wasted no time. He got ready and explained to his viewers:
"Don’t worry, I’ve got a license. I’m untouchable."
With that, he actually had his assistant pull out a certificate from his bag.
The bold letters on it read:
[Acute Transient Mental Disorder Patient Certificate]
Issued by: [Institute for Abnormal Human Research]
[Driving has no directions, authors have no morals.]: "Holy hell, no wonder this guy acts insane—he’s actually certified crazy! His mental state is… something else."
[Is Version T0 even human?]: "Nuanyao Media must be desperate if they’re hiring streamers like this. Aren’t his coworkers scared?"
Shen Jingbing ignored the comments and walked up to Lin Tianba.
Lin Tianba was still yelling at the security guards.
"I am Lin Tianba! The peerless Lin Tianba! Lin Ran’s biological father! How dare you keep me out?"
The guard scoffed. "Private property. No trespassing—humans or dogs."
Lin Tianba suppressed his rage. "Fine, if you won’t let me in, then tell that ungrateful brat Lin Ran to come out here! His father demands to see him!"
The guard looked at him with disdain. By now, the whole country knew what kind of man Lin Tianba was.
"Who the hell do you think you are, insulting our Young Master Lin? Keep it up, and I’ll make sure you never speak again."
Of course, the guard was bluffing. Without explicit orders, he wouldn’t actually harm Lin Ran’s father—unless Lin Tianba tried to force his way in. That was exactly what the guard was hoping for.
"Our Young Master won’t see you. If you’ve got the guts, try breaking in."
"I—" Before Lin Tianba could continue, a shadow loomed over him. He looked up.
This face… he recognized it.
"You?"
"Me." Shen Jingbing grinned like a madman.
The first time Lin Tianba met Shen Jingbing was at a thank-you banquet hosted by Suran Group’s "Linyuan Scenic" project.
Back then, Lin Tianba was still riding high, while Shen Jingbing was just a nobody.
But to Lin Tianba’s shock, this nobody single-handedly ruined his sales event.
Shen Jingbing exposed the garbage dump being built nearby in front of all the property buyers, causing a mass exodus of refunds.
From that moment on, Lin Tianba’s fate took a nosedive.
Now, standing before the man who contributed to his downfall, Lin Tianba finally understood—Shen Jingbing had always been Lin Ran’s man.
That incident was orchestrated by Lin Ran to sabotage him.
What a damn traitor of a son.
Now, face-to-face with his enemy, Lin Tianba’s blood boiled.
"What do you want? I’m Lin Ran’s father!"
Shen Jingbing’s smile widened, his breath forming mist in the cold air between them.
"I know. That’s why I’m here to teach you a lesson on behalf of my boss."
"What are you—mmph!"
Before Lin Tianba could finish, Shen Jingbing shoved his automatic umbrella straight into the man’s mouth.
"I’m just fulfilling my Carnival promise. With a mouth that foul, it’s better plugged."
With the umbrella stuffed in his mouth, Lin Tianba took a hard slap across the face from Shen Jingbing, leaving the nearby guard stunned.
Was this little streamer under Young Master Lin’s employ really this ruthless?
The boss hadn’t even given the order yet—why was he already going all out?
The livestream audience was loving it, cheering in the comments.
[Housewife Inspector]: "Yes! Just like that! Keep slapping! Finally, some satisfaction!"
[Gambler Musk]: "Streamer, you treat us like family. I’m gonna go steal my mom’s jewelry right now and sell it to send you a Carnival!"
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.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
