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.
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.
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.
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."
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
