A wisp of cool breeze swept by.
The whole place fell silent.
Vivian covered her burning cheeks and said shyly, "Um... It's not like this wouldn't work, if His Highness wanted to play some special games with Vivian... Pretending to be the Ancestor... It's not...”
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"I'm not playing any games with you!!"
Lynn was trembling!
Was this really his descendant?!
At such a young age, her thoughts were already so improper; when she grew up, she'd really become a monster!
Lynn was almost going crazy.
No!
I can't take it anymore!!
This descendant must be disciplined! Must be disciplined! Or else she'll definitely cause trouble in the future!
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Without a word, right in front of Vivian's bewildered gaze, he pressed his wicked great-great-great-however-many-greats-granddaughter onto his knee and grabbed a nearby feather duster.
Smack smack smack smack smack smack—
He gave her bottom a fierce spanking.
"Ow!! It hurts!! Stop it, Your Highness! Vivian is in pain!!"
"I'll break! Vivian will break!"
Vivian screamed.
But that was impossible.
No matter how this wicked girl flailed, Lynn (〝▼皿▼) kept spanking her bottom.
Just like he used to discipline his daughter.
I'm so angry!
I'm so angry that my grave is about to smoke!
Today, I must discipline her until she's obedient! Damn it!
...
Half an hour later.
Lynn sat solemnly in his chair, holding a feather duster that had lost most of its feathers.
Vivian stood across from him, covering her swollen bottom, her gaze blank.
"This is what happened," Lynn said with his eyes closed.
"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth. I am your Ancestor, the real Ancestor."
After the spanking, Lynn used the time to show her many things and information that could prove his identity.
Even many secrets known only to the descendants of the Violet Family, he told her all about them.
"We are blood-related."
Lynn extended his hand, his eyes closed, as two drops of blood slowly swirled around his palm.
"Although your bloodline is almost diluted to the point of disappearing, if I release my blood aura, you will feel it."
"Because you are a descendant of the Violet Family."
In an instant, Lynn released his blood aura.
Vivian shuddered all over.
She felt her blood boiling as if it wanted to burst out of her body and rush towards the young man in front of her.
"This is..." she murmured.
Lynn slowly opened his eyes and said, "Blood resonance, the best way to verify kinship."
Vivian was stunned.
She murmured, "So... you... really are my Ancestor... and not just a fan of my Ancestor..."
Lynn took a deep breath and said, "I've told you the reason behind all this. The reason I didn't want to reveal my identity now is that I was afraid it would bring you unnecessary trouble. I've only recovered about seventy to eighty percent of my strength in recent decades..."
"If you accidentally leak my identity, things will get complicated."
Vivian's mind was buzzing.
This was indeed a very, very difficult thing to digest.
But...
But...
She murmured, "So, I knocked out my Ancestor..."
Lynn nodded up and down and said, "Yes."
She stuttered, "And I confessed to my Ancestor..."
Lynn nodded and said, "Correct."
She murmured, "I feel like I've made it..."
Lynn closed his eyes and said, "You've made it big!"
Vivian stood up stiffly, like a short-circuited machine, and swayed towards the door, her gaze blank.
"I think I might still be dreaming... I must be dreaming now..."
Watching Vivian stagger towards the door, Sword Puppet swallowed hard and said in a daze, "Master... she's... she's broken... Princess Vivian seems to be broken..."
Lynn let out a long sigh.
There was no helping it.
After all, confessing to one's own Ancestor was undoubtedly a terrifying thing for a young girl experiencing her first love.
He waved his hand, and a wisp of light flashed.
Vivian immediately felt her eyes grow heavy, and her body went limp, falling.
But before she hit the ground, an invisible force gently supported her and laid her on the bed.
After covering her with a blanket, Lynn took a deep breath and said,
"Let her sleep well. Don't worry, if a woman of the Violet Family can't handle such a blow, then she's too weak."
Lynn smiled faintly and clapped his hands, saying,
"Remember my daughter? I accidentally left her in the depths of the Southern Desert, and she still crawled two thousand kilometers back home!"
Sword Puppet said in a daze, "How old was your daughter at the time?"
Lynn smiled faintly and said, "Ten months."
"……"
"……"
Sword Puppet stared with wide eyes, cold sweat pouring down, and said, "Indeed... indeed worthy of being the bloodline of the Master... so... so fierce..."
But... isn't this something to be proud of...?
And... taking a ten-month-old to the desert... is that really okay...?
Watching Vivian sleep soundly, Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned to Sword Puppet, and said calmly,
"Alright, I'm going back to Winter Spring Valley. This place is left to you. I estimate that in a few days, major forces from across the continent will gather in Moonlily City. Vivian is still young, so the rest depends on you!"
Sword Puppet immediately straightened up and said, "Yes, Master!"
Then he hesitated and said, "Master, when will I see you again?"
Lynn smirked and said, "Not too long. A thousand years have passed, and the gods are about to descend. Although my strength has not yet reached its peak, I have spent a full thousand years comprehending the laws and have made some progress."
"When they descend, I will settle all past grudges with them!"
Lynn narrowed his eyes, a flash of killing intent in them.
Sword Puppet immediately focused, gritted his teeth, and said, "Rest assured, Master! If you need me, I will follow your footsteps at the first moment! I didn't participate in the Divine War a thousand years ago, but this time I absolutely won't miss it!"
Lynn nodded, very gratified.
He turned to leave.
Then he suddenly paused, feeling his pocket.
He almost forgot.
Yesterday, he used the gold coins from his master's little treasury to go to a spa...
"Um... Sword Puppet," Lynn coughed, "Your Master is a bit short on funds recently... can you lend me a few hundred gold coins?"
Sword Puppet immediately froze.
Then he hurriedly rummaged through his pockets, saying, "Master, you're embarrassing me... how can a Master borrow money from his puppet... I'm yours, let alone..."
Then he froze and said, "I have no money."
"……"
"……"
The surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
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...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
