The air grew still.
Qin Luo fell silent as he watched Su Muwan spouting some cringy, chuunibyou lines.
He stretched slightly and gave her a weird look. "Miss, did you do something?"
Uh...
Su Muwan blinked.
Her status panel clearly showed [Lord’s Descent] was active.
So why did it look so off?
Oh, right—it had to be done like that. She had to give a command, didn’t she?
Su Muwan understood now. Smugly, she tilted her chin up and smirked at Qin Luo. "Hmph, Qin Luo, you won’t be laughing for long."
"Now... right this instant."
Her swan-like neck arched gracefully as her haughty voice rang out. "Come over here to your master."
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Nothing happened.
Su Muwan: ?
Qin Luo glanced at his own status panel.
[Rulebreaker Title Effect: Ignores all rules while equipped.]
Ah, so that was it.
Su Muwan had a skill that allowed her to force him to obey one command per day.
But thanks to his title’s effect, the compulsion was nullified.
Well then.
Qin Luo took a step forward, feigning shock. "Wh-what’s happening?"
"Miss, what did you do to me?"
"Why can’t I control my body?"
Su Muwan had been about to wonder if the forced command had malfunctioned.
But seeing Qin Luo obediently walking toward her, she realized—
Delay. It must’ve been a delay.
No problem then.
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan looked down at the flustered Qin Luo, her smirk widening. "My, my, who knew Qin Luo could make such a cute face?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, but alas."
"Too late!"
She grabbed his tie, pulling him down until their faces were level. "Now, this young miss—no, your master—will issue her first command."
"Start by making a pitiful, vulnerable expression."
Qin Luo found this endlessly amusing. This silly young miss was just too adorable!
So he obliged, softening his gaze and adding a hint of nervousness to his voice. "Miss, please don’t toy with me like..."
"Silence!"
Before he could finish, Su Muwan cut him off with a haughty sniff. "Call me master."
"M-master..."
Qin Luo spoke as if under a spell.
Ahhh!! So degenerate!!
Su Muwan was internally thrilled, but she kept her composure. "Say, 'Master, master, this lowly servant apologizes for his insolence.'"
"Master, master, this lowly servant apologizes for his insolence."
Hssk!!
Aahhh!!
I’m gonna die!!
Why is this so fun?!
Su Muwan turned away, taking deep breaths as her cheeks burned. Her whole body trembled slightly.
Hehehe... Su Muwan, you’re such a freak...
How could you abuse Qin Luo like this just because of the command?
Oh no.
I might fall for this meek version of him. Who knew he’d be so submissive when he’s usually so domineering? Hehehe...
Clearing her throat, she turned back and released his tie, only to hook a finger under his chin. "Now, sit on the couch."
Qin Luo obeyed.
Watching this, Su Muwan took a deep breath, as if steeling herself for something monumental.
Slowly, she raised her porcelain-white right foot.
Under Qin Luo’s slightly surprised gaze, it hovered midair.
Su Muwan crossed her arms, looking down at him with feigned arrogance. "Your favorite thing—praise it."
The room fell silent.
Praise it...
Qin Luo’s gaze drifted downward, landing on her shell-pink toes.
Hah...
His lips curled uncontrollably.
Well then, no more acting.
Under Su Muwan’s poorly concealed anticipation, Qin Luo suddenly leaned forward, his nose barely grazing the arch of her tensed foot.
"!!!"
Su Muwan’s face flushed crimson, her toes curling into pearl-like shapes, glistening peach-pink under the light.
Wait, no! Why did you actually touch it?!
She opened her mouth to protest, but Qin Luo’s voice cut her off.
"Master’s ankle bone..."
His warm breath brushed her quivering skin. "...is like moonlit suet jade, steeped in lunar brine."
"Th-that’s..."
Right from the start, Su Muwan was already losing it.
But...
The faint scrape of Qin Luo’s canine against her ankle sent an inexplicable thrill through her.
[Bond Energy +10]
"Ngh... ah..."
A sheen of sweat bloomed across Su Muwan’s foot, scattering light like stardust on her pale skin.
Then Qin Luo suddenly cupped her heel and inhaled.
Huh?!
"Wh-why are you smelling it?!"
Su Muwan’s eyes widened, her voice dry and strained.
This had to be because Qin Luo was under control...
Because...
Qin Luo’s gaze was reverent as he looked up at her flushed face. "Master’s body wash—white moss blended with freesia?"
"No wonder I’ve been catching whiffs of melting first snow all day."
[Bond Energy +10]
Aahhh!!
No more!
Stop praising it!
"W-wait..."
"Qin Luo..."
"L-let’s just... call it quits..."
"I’ll think of another punishment..."
Her voice trembled, her foot arching delicately as she tried to pull back—only for Qin Luo to suddenly tighten his grip on her ankle.
"Eek!"
The moment his warm palm met her cool skin, Su Muwan shuddered as if electrified.
With a soft thud, she sank into the couch cushions, now face-to-face with Qin Luo’s amused gaze.
"Y-you weren’t controlled?!"
Su Muwan was stunned.
What kind of garbage system was this?!
"Of course not."
Qin Luo shrugged, matter-of-factly. "Only genuine admiration can produce such heartfelt praise, young miss!"
Hey! What kind of perverted logic is that?!
Su Muwan’s fingers turned white-knuckled around a pillow, her ears burning scarlet. The ghost of his lips still lingered on her ankle.
Aahhh!!
So embarrassing! He was just playing along?! And I actually thought he was under control!
"Need help?"
Qin Luo extended a hand, his tone leisurely under Su Muwan’s mortified glare. "Or..."
He suddenly leaned close to her rose-tinted earlobe. "...does master require additional services from her servant?"
!!
"N-no need!"
Swish!
Su Muwan hurled a pillow at him.
Ugh! I knew this system was trash!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
