Shifang Continent.
Xiushui Village.
Inside the Lin family's earthen main room.
Thirty-year-old farmer Lin Dayou felt he must have been hearing things. He dug at his ear with his pinky finger and asked the youth in front of him, "You want the family to build you a house?"
Lin Xiao nodded.
Lin Dayou: "Covering an acre is enough, it doesn't need to be too big?"
Lin Xiao nodded.
Lin Dayou: "Finished as soon as possible, you need it urgently?"
Lin Xiao nodded vigorously.
Lin Dayou looked at the straw sandals on his feet.
They were new, only worn for half a year; it would be a pity to ruin them.
So, he had no choice but to raise his huge, palm-leaf-fan-sized hand toward Lin Xiao:
"You little brat, you don't do any work all day and only dream of good things! I even want someone to build me a one-acre mansion! You do jack shit every day and you want me to build you a big house? Why don't you just say you want to ascend to the heavens!"
Seeing things going south, Lin Xiao immediately stepped back to dodge the huge hand:
"Dad, Dad, Dad! Let's talk this out nicely. Can we not resort to violence at the drop of a hat! Be civilized!"
"What civilized? All I know is you're asking me for a big house! How dare you even think of such a thing? Huh? Your older brother hasn't even found a wife yet, you little rascal, get over here!"
Lin Xiao ran behind the family's only table: "Then how about half an acre!"
"Hey!" Hearing this, Lin Dayou's anger flared up instantly.
"I could dig a half-acre hole to bury you in, alright! You little brat, I'm going to tan your hide today! Get over here!"
Father and son began circling the family's only dining table.
Lin Xiao shouted as he ran, "I don't want half an acre anymore! Just as big as the main room, okay!"
Lin Dayou: "Don't even think about it! I might build you a thatched shack at best!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Xiao's voice doubled in volume: "A thatched shack works! A thatched shack works! Dad, stop chasing me!"
Lin Dayou couldn't be bothered to run around the table with him anymore. He stopped and waved at him: "If you want me to build you a thatched shack, that's fine. Come over here, let me give you a good beating to vent my anger, and I'll build it for you tomorrow."
Lin Xiao: ...
In the end, Lin Xiao chose to give up struggling and let his dad give him a thorough beating.
In exchange, he got his dad's promise to build him a thatched shack the next day.
After lunch, Lin Xiao limped out the door.
He was twelve years old now, which meant he had transmigrated to this world twelve years ago.
Actually, he wasn't sure if his situation counted as transmigration or reincarnation with past memories.
Either way, it didn't matter to him.
In his previous life, he had very weak family ties. His parents divorced when he was three, and both were extremely busy with their respective jobs and new families. The only care they could give Lin Xiao was the numbers in his bank account.
His grandparents raised him until he was six, and then both passed away.
After that, he was sent to a boarding school, becoming a first-grade boarding student.
At the age of six, Lin Xiao learned how to stand on his tiptoes to withdraw money from an ATM.
Gradually, outsiders found Lin Xiao to have a rather withdrawn personality. His classmates all thought he was aloof and ignored people.
But that wasn't actually the case.
He was just an ordinary massive otaku who didn't know how to communicate with people.
Every day, his time outside of studies was occupied by games and anime.
He wasn't very good at getting along with people, but he didn't think he was cold at all.
Day by day, he grew up just like that.
Then, on a completely ordinary day, he came to this world in his sleep, entering the belly of Lin Dayou's wife—who was Lin Xiao's current mother.
His new mother treated Lin Xiao extremely well, but unfortunately, she passed away early.
One morning, a year after he was born, in the middle of June, heavy snow suddenly began to fall. The temperature plummeted, and the streams froze.
That blizzard came in a very bizarre manner.
In the sweltering summer, overnight, everything withered. The snow piled up so high it reached an adult's knees.
Because the temperature dropped so suddenly, the firewood the family had chopped was nowhere near enough. The adults could still endure it, but Lin Xiao, who was still in his swaddling clothes, was shivering violently, his little face turning blue.
Braving the snow, Lin Dayou wrapped himself in a torn padded jacket, shouldered his hatchet, and went up the mountain to chop wood.
Lin Xiao's mother held him all day, wrapping him in a stiff cotton quilt and using her body heat to keep him warm. His older brother, Lin Yun, who was two years older, also huddled next to him to provide warmth.
Thus, a week later, when the weather warmed up, Lin Xiao was full of energy, but his mother had caught a severe cold.
In this backward era, a mere cold cost him his mother.
However, Lin Xiao was barely a year old at the time. Unable to even walk, he could only watch as she closed her eyes.
Because of this incident, Lin Xiao closed himself off for several years.
It wasn't until he was six, when Lin Dayou broke his leg while gathering mountain goods to make new winter clothes for him and his brother Lin Yun.
Only then did he pull himself together.
He still had a dad, and he still had an older brother.
Gradually, he began to interact with the villagers.
Then he discovered that the people in this small village were actually quite nice.
Like right now.
The little fatty running towards him up ahead.
The newcomer was wearing a clean short shirt. He was no more than one and a half meters tall, broad and plump. As he jogged, the fair, tender fat on his cheeks jiggled. He stopped in front of Lin Xiao, panting heavily.
"Brother Xiao, what's that guaranteed good thing you mentioned yesterday? You kept me waiting all night." This little fatty was the third son of the Jiang family in the village, named Jiang Youfu. He had followed Lin Xiao around the village since they were young.
Lin Xiao quickly hid his limp and wiggled his eyebrows at him smugly.
"The matter of our sect's base is about to be settled!"
Jiang Youfu looked at him with pleasant surprise and said in disbelief:
"Really? During the busy spring farming season, Uncle Lin actually agreed to build you a house?"
Lin Xiao rubbed his nose in embarrassment:
"Of course, it's just that the house has been downgraded to a thatched shack."
Hearing it was a thatched shack, Jiang Youfu didn't look disappointed at all.
"I knew it. If Uncle Lin actually built you a house, the sun would have to rise from the outhouse."
But even a thatched shack was still a place! Jiang Youfu was quite satisfied. He patted Lin Xiao's shoulder and said:
"Uncle Lin really dotes on you. Unlike my dad, let alone a thatched shack, he definitely wouldn't even give me a whole log."
Lin Xiao slung an arm around his shoulder and walked towards the mountains.
"Let's go, let's go. Let's see if the snares we set yesterday caught anything."
Jiang Youfu swallowed hard and said, "Brother Xiao, if there's a wild pheasant, how about we roast it?"
"Sure, sure, sure, the drumsticks are yours... But we have an agreement, I'm providing the sect's base, so I get to be the Sect Master..."
The reason Lin Xiao needed a place completely his own to serve as this so-called sect base was actually because, just a few days ago on his twelfth birthday, he had received the transmigrator's golden finger perk—a system.
According to the system's self-introduction, its full name was the Myriad Realms Sect Construction System.
However, it had remained in an unactivated state.
It required the host—namely, Lin Xiao—to possess a space completely belonging to him to serve as the sect base before the system could be successfully activated.
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?!
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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
