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...”
(╯‵皿′)╯︵┻━┻
"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!
(▼皿▼#)
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.

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.