The atmosphere was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The esteemed Professor Zhong, who was treated like an honored guest by many rich people, was actually knocked to the ground by a slap!
Lin Huilan swallowed hard, shocked by what she saw.
Just a moment ago, he had been beaming like an exemplary student, but now, all of a sudden...
It was clear this was someone who loved and hated with great passion!
Liu Xinxin instinctively wanted to curse, but seeing that Qin Xuan dared to hit even Professor Zhong, she instantly chickened out and swallowed her words.
Ignoring everyone's reactions, Qin Xuan strode over to Chen Yan's side.
Sensing the icy look in her eyes, Qin Xuan grinned foolishly, "Sorry for scaring you, let me help suppress your chill poison first."
Quickly, Qin Xuan took out his needle kit from his backpack.
After disinfecting, he prepared to perform acupuncture.
Zhong Shiren was no longer concerned about the pain in his body. He lay prostrate on the ground, staring fixedly at Qin Xuan.
He wanted to see what tricks this young man was trying to pull!
Fifteen minutes later.
Qin Xuan was drenched in sweat. As he stood up, he let out a big breath, clearly having expended considerable effort.
Meanwhile, Chen Yan, who had initially been trembling, was now gradually breaking into a sweat on her forehead after the acupuncture session.
In the heated room, she felt like her whole body was about to explode from the heat!
Seeing this, Lin Huilan grabbed Chen Yan tightly and wept with joy.
Liu Xinxin stood there, dumbstruck like a wooden chicken, as if her soul had left her body.
Zhong Shiren's reaction was even more dramatic!
"You, you, you..."
Zhong Shiren's hand trembled as he swallowed and said, "What kind of acupuncture is this? I've studied Chinese medicine for decades and never heard of such a thing! Who is your teacher?!"
"None of your business," Qin Xuan said impatiently.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't recognize Mount Tai just now. I thought since you're so young, there's no way you could..."
"Get out!"
Qin Xuan gave no opportunity for further ingratiation.
He had just come down the mountain today and was truly annoyed by them all. Talking as if they had eaten sh*t, no class at all!
Zhong Shiren was filled with disappointment.
He still wanted to continue cozying up to Qin Xuan and ask about that unfathomable acupuncture technique, but in the end he was intimidated by Qin Xuan's gaze and left dejectedly...
"Do you know what you're doing? That was Professor Zhong! Countless people want his favor but can't get it even if they kneel outside his door!" Liu Xinxin gritted her teeth, with ten thousand grass mud horses galloping through her heart.
"Alright Xinxin, don't say anything more," Lin Huilan said, unusually giving Liu Xinxin an annoyed look. She then took Qin Xuan's hand and said, "Little Xuan, the poison has been completely cured this time, right?"
"No..."
Qin Xuan shook his head, looking somewhat apologetic. "This chill poison is a bit strange. If it could be cured, my master wouldn't have deliberately held back ten years ago. For now I can only suppress it."
Lin Huilan sighed deeply. "How long can you suppress it this time?"
Qin Xuan said, "The situation is much more severe than ten years ago. It may frequently recur, anywhere from three months to ten or fifteen days, in short cyclical periods."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yan went limp.
But Lin Huilan remained calm. As she poured water for Qin Xuan, she smiled and said, "Little Xuan, I have an improper request."
"What is it, auntie?"
"Please stay and live here. From now on, I'll provide fully for your room and board, and treat you like my own son."
"..."
Liu Xinxin's eyes widened in shock.
This was her greatest fear, that Qin Xuan would end up freeloading here after he came.
She never imagined that Lin Huilan would take the initiative to propose this!
Chen Yan was even more flustered. Aside from her impressions, she was grateful to Qin Xuan for treating her illness, but having a man suddenly move into their home...the thought made her feel very awkward!
"I'm not sure that's appropriate," Qin Xuan said hesitantly.
"I know it puts you in an awkward position, but I'm really worried that Yan might have another attack someday when you're not around..."
Tears welled up in Lin Huilan's eyes. "Little Xuan, please don't take offense at my brazen request. But I have to bring up the favor your master once owed me. For that reason, please stay, okay?"
With the request phrased like that, Qin Xuan could not politely decline anymore. However, remembering his junior martial sister's expression when she said "you know" and looking at the charming Chen Yan before him, Qin Xuan felt vaguely guilty despite having no intentions of doing anything improper...
His face turned red again for no reason.
Seeing that Qin Xuan was no longer objecting, Lin Huilan was overjoyed. She quickly said, "Little Xuan, have a seat first. I'll go buy groceries right away and make a nice meal to welcome you!"
Lin Huilan nimbly went out the door, taking Liu Xinxin with her so the foul-mouthed girl wouldn't ruin Qin Xuan's mood.
Qin Xuan was somewhat touched by these small thoughtful gestures.
Soon, only Qin Xuan and Chen Yan were left in the living room.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Qin Xuan scratched his head, then seemed to remember something. He hurriedly took out a small wooden carving from his backpack and handed it to Chen Yan.
This carving was something Qin Xuan had started chiseling after Chen Yan left Dashuru Village all those years ago.
The carving resembled what Chen Yan looked like as a child, with about sixty to seventy percent likeness.
At the time, Qin Xuan had thought that if they were reunited someday in the future, he would give this gift to her.
Faced with the little wooden carving Qin Xuan held out, Chen Yan pursed her lips, seeming slightly hesitant, but eventually reached out to take it.
"How have you been these past few..."
"I'm going to rest in my room now, make yourself some tea," Chen Yan said briskly before turning around and heading back to her room, leaving Qin Xuan dumbfounded.
Of course he didn't know that in Liu Xinxin's exaggerated accounts, Chen Yan's impression of him had fallen to an extreme low.
Gratitude aside, Chen Yan was willing to repay Qin Xuan for treating her illness. But the trivial childhood connection from long ago was already gone...
Qin Xuan felt a little lost.
At heart he was still naive. Taking out this carving meant he still cherished their old ties.
On the way here, he had imagined countless scenarios for their reunion, yet never expected Chen Yan to be so cold...
"She's probably grown distant after all these years, that's normal," Qin Xuan consoled himself.
Just then, Chen Yan came out from her room, clearly also on her way to the bathroom.
Qin Xuan quickly moved aside to let her pass. As he walked by her room, he inadvertently noticed...
The little wooden carving he had just given her was now lying quietly in a waste paper basket!
She had thrown away his gift!
Why?
His hands had been cut over ten times while carving that object.
It represented the purest goodwill of a child's heart!
Qin Xuan was not furious or gritting his teeth, he just suddenly felt that everything seemed meaningless now.
At this time Chen Yan came out of the bathroom and saw Qin Xuan frozen outside her door.
Following his gaze, she saw the little wooden carving in the trash can and instinctively felt embarrassed.
But in the end she still said, "I'm sorry, I have a very negative impression of you. I don't want your things, but I'll repay you properly for curing my illness. My mom will do her utmost for that."
"You have a bad impression of me?" Qin Xuan frowned.
"I don't want to deceive you," Chen Yan said solemnly. "Tell me, what kind of decent man goes around hitting women?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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.”
