Lin Mei'er crossed her arms, her almond-shaped eyes flashing with anger. "Mr. Qin, you seem quite agitated about this issue. You haven’t been talking nonsense behind my sister’s back, have you?"
"Absolutely not! If I wanted to mess around, Yaoyao would’ve had two stepmothers by now. Would I still be single?" Qin Zhengwei, deeply offended by the insinuation about his character, quickly changed the subject. "What did you mean earlier about a son?"
Seeing that Qin Zhengwei’s confusion wasn’t feigned—he genuinely seemed unaware—Lin Mei'er said solemnly, "Old Qin, brace yourself."
Qin Zhengwei raised an eyebrow and declared confidently, "Go ahead. I, Qin Zhengwei, walk the straight and narrow. I’ve got nothing to hide—no secret love children!"
"Lin Chen is your son."
Lin Mei'er cut straight to the point, no longer beating around the bush.
The air grew still.
"That’s it?" Qin Zhengwei chuckled, his lips quirking. "Lin Chen is going to marry Yaoyao someday. A son-in-law is half a son—he’ll call me 'Dad' anyway. What’s the big deal?"
Ignoring his jest, Lin Mei'er repeated seriously, "What I mean is, Lin Chen is your biological son. He and Yaoyao are siblings by blood."
The words struck Qin Zhengwei like a thunderbolt, leaving him utterly stunned.
"Mei'er, y-you can’t be serious. How is that possible?"
He couldn’t fathom how Lin Chen could possibly be his son. It made no logical sense!
Lin Mei'er sighed softly. "I’m not lying to you."
Qin Zhengwei scrambled to process the information. "Wait, no—I remember. Isn’t Lin Chen the son of the Underworld’s Lord?"
Lin Mei'er nodded. "Correct. My sister is the current Lord of the Underworld."
In an instant, Qin Zhengwei’s mind went blank.
He had slept with the Lord of the Underworld?! But that wasn’t the point right now.
"So you’re saying…"
Qin Zhengwei wasn’t stupid. A terrible realization began to dawn on him.
Lin Mei'er confirmed it. "Yes. Back then, my sister was pregnant with twins—a boy and a girl."
The revelation hit Qin Zhengwei like a lightning strike, leaving him dumbfounded.
Suddenly gaining a son out of nowhere—no one could stay calm after hearing that.
After a long silence, Qin Zhengwei finally digested the earth-shattering news.
"Why didn’t you give Lin Chen to me back then?" he asked, his voice heavy with thought.
"Give him to you? My sister’s pregnancy was under the scrutiny of the entire Underworld! If the child had suddenly disappeared, do you think no one would’ve suspected you?"
Lin Mei'er rolled her eyes and sighed.
Back then, Lin Lan’s pregnancy had been a scandal that enraged the entire Underworld.
A child couldn’t just vanish without raising suspicions.
When the twins were born, even Lin Lan had been surprised.
Faced with the choice of raising both children under the oppressive gaze of the Underworld or giving one a chance at a happy, normal life, Lin Lan had agonized for a long time before tearfully sending the girl away.
She knew all too well that the cold, ruthless Underworld was no place for a woman to survive.
Lin Chen remained in the Underworld.
Lin Lan had always carried guilt for him, but she never softened in her harsh training.
She knew that only by making Lin Chen strong could he truly protect himself and force the Underworld’s forces to think twice before acting against him.
Yet, despite her efforts, Lin Chen showed no talent for cultivating inner energy. Even after ten years, he couldn’t even touch the threshold of the Mingjin stage.
No matter how hard she pushed him, nothing worked.
During those years, she even arranged for Underworld experts to secretly escort Lin Chen to major sects like Seven Flower Mountain, Lantuo Temple, Nine Lion Gate, and Maoshan, where he learned their techniques—but still couldn’t master the art of inner energy cultivation.
Unable to endure Lin Lan’s relentless pressure, Lin Chen fled the Underworld at fifteen and, by sheer chance, joined the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group.
With his exceptional skills, he quickly rose to become their top elite soldier.
Then came the fall of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group.
Lin Chen began a life of wandering, until fate led him to be scouted by Uncle Fu and hired as Qin Yao’s bodyguard.
Hearing Lin Mei'er’s account, even Qin Zhengwei found it unbelievable.
The main reason he had been willing to spend a fortune recruiting Lin Chen was because he’d learned he was the son of the Underworld’s Lord.
He had hoped that if Qin Yao and Lin Chen hit it off and married, it would ease tensions between their factions—and, perhaps, let him see Lin Lan again.
Who could’ve guessed that the current Lord of the Underworld was Lin Lan herself?
Thankfully, he had only arranged for Lin Chen and Qin Yao to spend time together. When it became clear they weren’t interested, he dropped the idea.
Otherwise, he might’ve accidentally orchestrated a real-life "Yosuga no Sora"—now that would’ve been explosive.
Thinking of Lin Chen’s past, Qin Zhengwei sighed bitterly. "Lin Chen must’ve suffered a lot all these years."
Lin Mei'er nodded. "My sister regrets it too. But she loves him too much. In the Underworld, weakness means death. She feared that if she spoiled him, she wouldn’t be able to harden her heart when he needed it most."
Having grown up in the Underworld, she knew exactly how terrifying it was.
An assassin’s world, where strength was everything.
No one would respect you just because of your lineage.
The only silver lining was that Lin Chen had recently undergone a meteoric rise.
In just a year, he not only broke through to the Mingjin stage but soared all the way to the Xujing realm, becoming a martial arts powerhouse.
Not long ago, he single-handedly slew Gabriel, one of the Twelve Leaders of Heaven, earning himself the 25th spot on the Great Xia Heavenly Ranking.
Lin Mei'er vividly remembered the night Lin Lan called her, giddy with pride like a little girl bragging about her son.
Qin Zhengwei took a sip of tea, his expression grave. "You mentioned Lin Chen is in danger. What did you mean?"
In his mind, Lin Chen was now an untouchable Xujing expert—few in the world could rival him.
Lin Mei'er frowned. "I hope I’m overthinking it. But Lin Chen is badly injured right now, and I can’t shake the feeling Heaven won’t let this opportunity slip."
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Late at night.
An Yi tossed and turned, unable to sleep, staring blankly at his phone screen.
On it was a photo of Shen Muxuan watching the sunset, her ink-black hair cascading like a waterfall, her stunning profile bathed in the rosy glow of twilight, her starry eyes intoxicatingly beautiful.
"67 days without Muxuan… Miss her, miss her, miss her…"
"The immortal sect’s minor realm—I’ll be there soon!"
A hopeful smile tugged at An Yi’s lips.
Then, grabbing tissues, he unlocked his phone and opened a long-unused "educational" video.
Just then, the system’s voice rang out.
Ding!
[Wolf King’s Revenge] Main Quest has begun!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?!

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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!