Qin Luo allocated skill points to abilities that could be immediately useful.
All 27 skill points were exhausted.
This allocation primarily focused on the Shadow Arts Master, commonly known as the Summoner.
The remaining points went into buffing skills and a minimal amount of offensive capabilities.
This would help compensate for Qin Luo’s own lack of attack power.
However, staring at the now-empty skill point window, Qin Luo realized something.
It seemed that only by confining "Chosen Ones" in the mental asylum would they count as containment points.
This... Qin Luo blinked.
Later, he’d have to make the Chosen Ones take another stroll inside to see if he could squeeze out a few more points.
But would this... count as exploiting a bug?
"What do you think, little doggo?"
[Master, this doesn’t count as exploiting a bug~~]
Good enough.
Qin Luo continued scrolling.
[Coordinate Teleportation (Can traverse between known coordinate worlds)]
This surprised Qin Luo a little.
Coordinate Teleportation...
Known coordinate worlds...
Qin Luo pondered—could this refer to pocket dimensions?
But even if he could go to those worlds, what would be the point?
Closing his eyes, he carefully considered the possibilities.
Capture Chosen Ones? After all, their mission was to contain them.
Stir up trouble? Su Muwan’s bad luck still needed to be counteracted by fortune.
Slay malevolent entities? The mystery of those creatures remained unsolved, and other worlds might hold additional clues.
But...
Qin Luo opened his eyes. None of these seemed to be the primary objective.
The most important thing should be...
Well, it would give the young mistress a chance to sightsee in different worlds.
Speaking of the young mistress...
Qin Luo smiled faintly. Time to wake her up.
.....
....
Qin Luo gently pushed open the bedroom door. Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a glow over the bed.
A lump of blankets lay curled up like a mountain.
Su Muwan was completely buried under the covers, only the shark-patterned hood of her pajamas peeking out. With each breath, the shark’s eyes on the fabric wobbled slightly.
He walked to the bedside and lightly poked the blanket mound. "Young Mistress, the sun’s roasting your backside."
"Mmm... five more minutes..."
A muffled protest came from under the covers, accompanied by rustling as she rolled over.
Qin Luo raised a brow and unceremoniously tugged the blanket aside.
"Nnngh—ahhh!"
Su Muwan immediately clutched the edges of the blanket, squeezing her eyes shut as she rolled toward the inner side of the bed. "Qin Luo! This is betrayal!"
"I just want five more minutes!"
"Young Mistress, your 'five minutes' usually means sleeping until noon when your stomach wakes you up."
Qin Luo deftly moved to the edge of the bed, wrapped an arm around her waist, and hauled her out of the nest of blankets.
Su Muwan hung limply in his grip, her forehead resting against his shoulder, her disheveled hair spilling everywhere, still warm with sleep.
"Who was it last night that swore they’d wake up early to practice their new sword insights?"
"Didn’t you say swordplay looked cool and you wanted to summon ten thousand ice swords in battle?"
He pinched her earlobe.
Su Muwan kept her eyes shut, stubborn. "I changed my mind! I’ll wait for the sword insights to grow legs and walk into my brain!"
"Besides..."
She grumbled, "It’s your fault for last night... hmph!"
Qin Luo chuckled and simply scooped her up, carrying her bridal-style to the vanity.
Su Muwan instinctively looped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder like a drowsy koala.
Splat.
When the warm towel touched her face, she finally cracked an eye open, reluctant.
"No more sleeping, Young Mistress. Time to freshen up."
Qin Luo’s movements were gentle, and Su Muwan, like a pampered kitten, let him wipe her face without protest—from her forehead to her chin, even behind her ears.
But when his fingers brushed the corner of her lips...
Chomp.
Su Muwan suddenly bit down on his wrist.
Though the force was light, more like a playful nibble.
"Young Mistress, what’s this for?"
Qin Luo let her gnaw, finding her behavior utterly endearing.
Su Muwan had only meant to teach him a tiny lesson.
But as she chewed, she opened her eyes and blinked at him.
"Hey, Qin Luo... is it just me, or is your wrist harder than last night?"
"Probably because I maxed out my defense stats."
"Wait, what?"
"Never mind."
Qin Luo cleared his throat and handed her a cup of mouthwash. "Here, rinse."
"Can you feed it to me, Luo Luo?"
"I am feeding you."
"No no no, I mean the 64th method from A Hundred Ways to Play with Little Hands!"
The moment she said it—
Qin Luo’s eye twitched violently.
This "hundred ways" bore an uncanny resemblance to his own A Hundred Ways to Play with Little Feet.
Su Muwan’s 64th method required him to cup his hands like a wine vessel and bring them to her lips.
So she could "savor" it properly.
Honestly.
Ever since Su Muwan got together with him, her true colors had emerged more and more.
Sometimes, even Qin Luo found himself overwhelmed.
Meeting her expectant gaze, he took a deep breath.
"No."
Su Muwan’s face fell instantly. "Why why why?! Why not?!"
"Last night, I even humored you with a few methods from A Hundred Ways to Play with Little Feet!"
"This isn’t fair! Unfair!"
Qin Luo felt his resolve waver.
But—
"No!"
He looked solemnly at Su Muwan, whose expression had crumpled into utter devastation, as if life had lost all meaning.
"Young Mistress, playing with hands and feet is a sacred nighttime ritual!"
"The more we restrain ourselves now, the greater the bliss later!"
"Do you really want to squander this fleeting pleasure?!"
"This isn’t about whether we can! Or whether I agree!"
"It’s about—"
Qin Luo took a deep breath, wiping away the tear at the corner of her eye. "The reverence we hold for little hands and little feet!!"
Boom!
In that instant, the folds of Su Muwan’s brain miraculously smoothed out.
She... had an epiphany.
Sniff.
Su Muwan wiped her nose and nodded gravely. "I understand now, Qin Luo."
"I’m glad you do."
"So screw restraint—let’s just enjoy it now!"
"?"
What exactly did you understand?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
n Our Village Many years later, Xiushui Village had transformed from a remote, impoverished hamlet into the renowned and flourishing Xiushui City of the Shifang Continent. All of this, solely because it was the birthplace of the Shifang Continent's number one sect—the Lingxian Sect. This is the story of a group of village youths, family, and friends, building a sect and growing together. Lin Xiao: As the sect master, my days are filled with countless tasks. Cultivating really gets in the way of building the sect. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Congratulations, Host, on successfully activating the Auto-Cultivation Function] Lin Xiao: Oh no, we're out of spirit stones. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Sect Mission issued. Mission Reward: Spirit Stones xN] No one loves their host more profoundly than this System!
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
