Ye Liangchen was publicly humiliated by Lin Yu and Brother Qiang.
The stream’s chat was in complete chaos.
“Holy shit, who said this was staged? This isn’t some scripted drama, is it?”
“This is so f***ing cringy. If it’s staged, I’ll call it a masterpiece. If it’s not staged, I’ll call it an absolute work of art!”
“I’m going to throw up. I’m straight, for God’s sake!”
The number of viewers in the stream skyrocketed to hundreds of thousands, and the more people watched... the more punishments Ye Liangchen received. His cultivation was being drained by the system.
He had already fallen to the level of an Initial Dark Force practitioner... almost completely drained.
Fortunately, the platform’s moderators intervened just in time, shutting down the stream and preserving what little dignity Ye Liangchen had left.
“Brother Qiang, let’s take him back first. I’m sure someone might have already called the cops...”
Brother Qiang waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that. We didn’t commit any rape, just some minor indecency and humiliation. The charges won’t be too serious—just a bit of money and everything will be taken care of.”
“You see, Brother Qiang has been around the block a few times. I’ve got the law down to a T. Little Lin, you’ve got a lot to learn.”
Ye Liangchen, already knocked out, twitched involuntarily, as if he were dreaming of something terrifying while unconscious.
Clearly, Ye Liangchen had only managed to escape Brother Qiang’s “training room” last time by sheer luck. This time, Brother Qiang had Lin Yu, his strongest bodyguard, by his side. Ye Liangchen was truly screwed this time.
With Brother Qiang’s skills... there was a good chance that Ye Liangchen would, after a few months, just like Lin Yu... completely submit to Brother Qiang.
...
Meanwhile, Lin Yu was happy. She had a new “sister,” but her master was in a world of pain.
“AHHH! Ai Shouying... you’re just as despicable and shameless as ever!”
Lin Xiaotian clutched his crotch, his aged face contorted in agony. Clearly, the pain had reached an unbearable level.
Standing before him was an old man grinning in a particularly lecherous manner. If Jiang Che were present, he would recognize this man... it was none other than the old man who had impersonated Lin Yu and cured Yu Wan’er’s mother of uremia!
He was a Grandmaster!
“This was supposed to be a duel... why would you resort to such shameless and vile tactics?!”
Ai Shouying picked his nose and flicked the booger away. “You big dumbass. Just like your disciple—also a big dumbass. Must run in the family.”
Lin Xiaotian froze. “You’ve seen Yu’er? Where is she?”
Ai Shouying stroked his beard. “Your disciple? Ah, she’s suffering pretty badly! I saw her when she’d already lost her ability to have kids—must’ve had one of her eggs crushed.”
“But don’t worry, she’s got it way better than you. At least I only crushed one of hers!”
Lin Xiaotian exploded in rage. “How dare you lay a hand on my disciple! You bully, using your power to oppress the weak, utterly shameless!”
Ai Shouying didn’t bother explaining further. He knew full well who that Jiang Che was—the young master of the Jiang family in the capital.
“Oh, it wasn’t me who messed up your disciple! It was Jiang Che who took care of her. Your poor disciple... I heard it was quite the beating!”
“Jiang Che? Hmph... I don’t care who he is. I will avenge my disciple!”
Lin Xiaotian's qīng gēi surged violently. Lin Yu was his only disciple, and if she died... then the Ghost Physician Sect would have no successor.
“Hehe... still thinking about avenging your disciple, huh? Do you know what kind of status Jiang Che has? He’s the young master of the Jiang family in the capital. You must be familiar with the Jiang family, right?”
“The Jiang family in the capital?” Lin Xiaotian’s face instantly turned pale.
He had reached the Grandmaster level more than a decade ago. How could he not know the name of the Jiang family?
The Jiang family had a Peerless Grandmaster among them.
“What? Cat got your tongue? Come with me to the Jiang family in the capital!”
With that, Ai Shouying suddenly lunged forward, attacking the already-wounded Lin Xiaotian.
“Hmph~ Do you know what my nickname used to be back in the day? Iron Legs on Water!”
“We’re at the same level. You think you can catch me that easily?”
With that, Lin Xiaotian leaped into the air, using his qinggong to fly away.
Being Lin Yu’s master, he was, of course, familiar with the “Snow Without Trace” technique—the top-tier movement skill he’d hidden in the cave.
Ai Shouying watched Lin Xiaotian fly away and chuckled lightly, not bothering to chase after him.
He knew this guy too well. Hearing the name of the Jiang family in the capital... would probably be enough to make him piss his pants.
...
And indeed, that was exactly what happened!
Half an hour later, Lin Xiaotian emerged from a lake, gasping for air.
“Damn you, Ai Shouying! How dare you cripple me?!”
Lin Xiaotian could no longer feel the presence of his two balls. Decades ago, in his duel with Ai Shouying, he’d lost one. Now, in their rematch after ten years... he’d lost the other.
How utterly hopeless!
“Lin Yu, you wretched disciple! Who did you have to go and offend... of all people, the Jiang family in the capital!”
Clearly, Lin Yu’s personality was cut from the same cloth as Lin Xiaotian’s.
He had come to seek revenge on Ai Shouying, only to fail miserably. And yet, he was quick to shift the blame for his misfortune onto others.
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Xiaotian tore a strip of cloth from his arm and threw it to the ground.
“Disobedient disciple, Lin Yu! From this day forth... our master-disciple bond is severed. I hereby declare unilaterally... that you are expelled from the Ghost Physician Sect. There will be no further ties between us.”
...
【Ding! The Fortune’s Child ‘Lin Yu’ has had their fortune severed】
【Overall Rating: S+ (An absolutely terrifying villain)】
【Rewards Received: ‘Legendary Treasure Chest’, a bottle of Advanced Longevity Pills, SSS-tier Medical Skills】
“Oh? Really?!”
Jiang Che, who was at home stroking his cat, lit up at the sight.
Lin Yu’s severed fortune counted as a reward, too? He had originally thought rewards could only be earned by killing a Fortune’s Child... but it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Still, having gained some valuable items, Jiang Che was quite pleased.
Now Lin Yu was completely crippled, stripped of his main protagonist halo (main role charm/main character aura). He posed absolutely no threat now. Letting him off the hook wouldn't make much of a difference.
And to be precise... Lin Yu could now be considered his underling.
Through Brother Qiang, he could keep Lin Yu firmly under his control.
Thinking about it this way... Brother Qiang was actually pretty useful. A solid talent. If he were to come across other Fortune’s Children in the future... maybe he could send them all to Brother Qiang for “training,” and see if they could be turned into assets for himself.
With that thought, Jiang Che let out a sinister chuckle.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”