Go to Hell, White Lotus - Chapter 15 - Lotus Continues to Laugh at the Spring Breeze

By a series of freakish accidents, she provokes the feared and mysterious “God of Night”.

When someone bullies her, he says, “Only two types of people bully my wife: those who haven’t crossed her path, and those who have already died. Which do you want to be?”

When someone questions her, he says, “Everything my wife does is right! Those who disagree can have a little chat with me!”

When he goes home, he pleads in a low voice, “Wifey~ Can I not sleep in the study today?”

“You can consider sleeping on the streets.”

“Well, I’ll sleep in the study, then.”

At night, he abducts his freshly-showered wife into the study. She shrieks, “Sheng Nanxuan! What are you doing?!”

“Sleeping… in… the… study!”

The next day, his wife dashes out of the room with tears in her eyes and a sore waist. That isn’t what she meant by “sleeping in the study”…

Waking from his sleep, Yue Feng found himself the owner of a fishing gear store on the brink of bankruptcy, and his time travel had landed him a rather “awkward” career as well as a system to assist him,From then on, the small town had a fishing gear store that wasn’t large in scale but had quite the reputation,With the blessing of the system (cheat), Yue Feng started livestreaming and playing the internet celebrity game to great success.Traditional fishing? Yue Feng played with the Seven-star float in the weed beds so divinely.Sitting platform fishing? He was the contestant who ascended to the rank of Special Level Competitive Fishing Master at the speed of light.Lure fishing? To him, catching a kilogram-class tarpon was just a beginner's move, and even meter-long silver dragons were nothing more than a dish on the table. Dream Fish Species were like picking things out of his pocket.Deep-sea fishing? He held the world record for the heaviest single-tail bluefin spearfish.There aren’t many sports in this world that can make a weathered adult as happy as a child, and fishing is definitely one of them. Let us witness the rise of a fishing god who achieved the pinnacle by fishing (cheating)!

【Your descendants in the Immortal Cultivation World have offered a plate of snacks】【Incense Fire Value +10】【Would you like to reward your descendants?】Yang Genshuo was surprised to discover that offerings in the Immortal Cultivation Family game could actually appear in the modern world, and that modern items could also be bestowed upon descendants in the game.Years later, peculiar rumors about the Yang Family spread throughout the Immortal Cultivation World.“To break through from the Fetal Breathing Stage to the Qi Refinement Realm, one needs to refine a strand of heavenly and earth's spiritual energy. I've heard of Red Flame True Qi, Xuan Water True Qi, and Green Wood Spirit Energy, but Yang Dao-friend, this... Liquefied Natural Gas, what kind of spiritual energy is it? How is it condensed?”“I've heard that the Yang Family's Spiritual Plant Technique is incredibly sophisticated, with each mu of Spirit Rice yielding twice as much as top-tier Spirit Plant Families, all thanks to a strange secret technique the family disciples cultivate called 'hybridization'.”“The Yang Family’s art of elixirs is unrivaled in the world, with new elixirs constantly being created. It is rumored that a spirit of the elixir named 'Artificial Intelligence' tirelessly deduces elixir recipes day and night...”“Nowadays, the Thunder Cultivators of the Yang Family are exceptionally strong, all thanks to the Yang Family's effort in creating a top-tier Thunder Gathering Array. Thunder Cultivators who enter this array can increase their cultivation speed multiple times. It is said that the array eye is known as—the power station.“As the Yang Immortal Cultivation Family grew stronger, Yang Genshuo actually became the only Immortal in the modern world by consuming offerings!Years later, facing an endless stream of people ascending the mountain to seek the Dao, Yang Genshuo calmly said,”There are no immortals in this world; you must believe in science!“Then he soared away on his flying sword.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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