While Jin Yu was glaring at his little sister, his expression darkened. That little vixen…! But before he could say anything, a suffocating pressure filled the air.

  Slowly, he turned his head.

  His father was glaring at him.

  A chill ran down Jin Yu’s spine. He won’t beat me, will he?

  “She is—” His words were cut off.

  “Have you cultivated the Sanctum Sword Technique that I gave you?” Jin Wei’s voice was sharp, his eyes narrowed as he awaited an answer.

  Jin Yu blinked. “Uh… what technique?”

  Influence +100

  (Emotion provoked: Anger)

  “...”

  Jin Yu was speechless. He genuinely had no idea what his father was talking about.

  Jin Wei’s expression darkened further. “Then what are you doing out here?”

  “Oh… I was just strolling,” Jin Yu replied casually.

  Influence +150

  (Emotion provoked:Rage)

  PAH!

  A ruthless slap sent Jin Yu flying like a ragdoll. His body crashed onto a tree, the impact shaking the leaves.

  “Wooow!” Jin Xi’s eyes sparkled with admiration. She looked at her father as if he were a deity.

  “Strolling?!” Jin Wei’s voice thundered. “You useless brat! You don’t even remember I gave you a technique?!”

  Jin Yu’s heart chilled. This man is ruthless! He felt completely wronged—he genuinely had no memory of what happened!

  Forget it. I’ll just pretend to faint...

  Jin Wei raised his hand, ready to send his son flying a second time, when an aged voice called out from behind.

  “Brother Jin, temper your wrath. I know these kids can be infuriating, but surely not to the point of death?”

  The voice carried an easygoing tone, but beneath it was a subtle sharpness.

  An old man with sharp eyes and a neatly combed beard stepped forward, dressed in refined but muted robes. Kang Jun—senior elder of the Kang Family.

  His gaze swept over the scene—and then settled on Jin Yu.

  “Jin Yu.” His tone turned cold. “Don’t think what happened in town is over. You dared humiliate my son in front of the crowd. Do you take the Kang Family for a joke?”

  Jin Yu, still sprawled against the tree mid-faint, almost opened his eyes in disbelief.

  Huh? What the hell did I do now?!

  He stiffened.

  Wait... I humiliated someone? When? Why? How?!

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  Influence +200

  (Emotion provoked: Anger)

  Kang Jun stepped closer, eyes narrowing.

  “Stand up. Or do you only act brave when trampling others?”

  Jin Wei’s face darkened.

  Influence +50

  (Emotion provoked: Dissatisfaction)

  “Won’t you answer Elder Kang, you brat?”

  His hand itched to send Jin Yu flying again, but he restrained himself.

  “Huh?” Jin Yu blinked, speechless.

  He didn’t even know how to explain that he wasn’t the one.

  “Mister Kang or whatever your—”

  “Huh?” Jin Wei interrupted with a dangerous squint.

  Influence +70

  (Emotion provoked: Dissatisfaction)

  Influence +200

  (Emotion provoked: Anger)

  “Ah—I mean Elder Kang. Sorry for humiliating your son in the market and making your family a joke. I really apologize.”

  A wave of dings hit him.

  Influence +200 (Anger)

  Influence +200 (Anger)

  Influence +100 (Irritation)

  “You unfilial son! Is that how you apologize?!”

  Jin Wei scowled and sent him flying—again.

  This time, Jin Yu landed in a patch of undergrowth.

  “F-Fucki—” he caught himself mid-curse, spat out a flower from his mouth, and sat up disoriented.

  He looked his father dead in the eyes.

  Influence +50

  (Emotion provoked: Irritation)

  A chuckle escaped Elder Kang’s lips.

  “It wasn’t that serious, Brother Jin. I merely wanted to caution him. You didn’t need to be so fierce.”

  He smiled, but the sharpness in his eyes didn’t fade.

  Jin Yu caught it instantly.

  Influence +200

  (Emotion provoked: Anger)

  He almost snickered.

  This lying old man—smiling while spouting pure bullshit. Bastard.

  Jin Wei gave Jin Yu a long glare, then turned to Kang Jun with a faint smile.

  “You’re right, Elder Kang. I shouldn’t make a hill out of a moot. Forgive my son’s behavior.”

  Kang Jun’s mouth twitched slightly but held the smile, even as he cursed inwardly.

  No wonder your son’s a waste—you pat his head after every misdeed.

  “Then have a nice day, Elder Kang,” Jin Wei said with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The message was clear: leave.

  Kang Jun gave a light laugh.

  “Hahaha, Brother Jin, no need to be so formal. We’re brothers, after all... Have a nice day.”

  Jin Wei nodded.

  Kang Jun turned to leave, still smiling—but not without giving Jin Yu one last cold glare.

  Influence +150

  (Emotion provoked: Gloating)

  Jin Yu: “...”

  What is this old man gloating about? Do I look miserable to you, you wrinkled fossil?

  “What are you staring at, brat? Not going to practice?”

  Jin Wei scowled at him.

  Influence +10

  (Emotion provoked: Helplessness)

  What? Helplessness? What’s he helpless about? Do I really look that miserable, you old bastard...?

  Jin Yu stood up grumpily and stomped off.

  ...I do. I really am miserable.

  Shaking his head, Jin Wei sighed. Can this brat even survive in this cruel world?

  Jin Yu hurried back to his room and checked himself for injuries. Surprisingly, despite how harsh the slap had looked, he wasn’t actually hurt.

  He removed a lead weight from his robe and caught sight of a silver mirror. As he walked closer, he froze.

  Is this me...?

  I look the same as on Earth!

  He touched his face.

  But there's something different—sharper!

  The mischievous air still clung to him, but now there was an unmistakable trait… something refined. His father’s blood.

  I didn’t know I could be this good-looking. Even my hair—so long…

  He touched the ponytail that reached his waist.

  “Silky,” he muttered in admiration.

  Just then, the door creaked open.

  The servant from before stepped in and immediately dropped to his knees, trembling.

  “Young Master! I… I’m sorry I didn’t warn you the Old Master was around!”

  Jin Yu raised a brow. “It’s fine. Get up.”

  The servant hesitated, then stood with his head still lowered.

  “What’s your name?”

  He hesitated a little bit answered

  "I am a servant but...Steward Liu call me Haozi "

  "Steward Liu?" He tilted his head in confusion

  "Yes, he is in charge of the servant in the manor "

  "Oh, okay, I'll also call you Haozi then"

  "Thank you Young Master " Haozi bowed low in gratitude

  As Haozi stood, Jin Yu’s expression turned serious.

  “Let me ask you something.”

  “Yes, Young Master!”

  “What is that old man's name...I mean my father?”

  Haozi was stunned, he gave Jin Yu a weird gaze but answered anyways. He glanced around cautiously before whispering, “Your father's name is Jin Wei.”

  Jin Yu rubbed his chin.

  Jin Wei.... what a grand name

  But something felt off.

  “…How old is he?”

  “Fifty-five.”

  Jin Yu's face stiffened.

  “…You’re joking.”

  “Heaven forbid, Young Master! I wouldn’t dare lie!”

  Jin Yu stared at him, then back toward the courtyard.

  Jin Wei looked thirty.

  If they stood side by side, people would probably think they were brothers.

  This is ridiculous!

  Shaking off the shock, he asked another question.

  “What about that little vixen?”

  “Vixen?” Haozi blinked.

  “The girl in black.”

  “Oh! The Young Mistress. That’s your younger sister, Jin Xi. She’s seven years old.”

  Jin Yu narrowed his eyes. “Then why is she so rude to me?”

  Haozi froze. He glanced cautiously at Jin Yu before looking away.

  “Well… Young Master, you… once spanked Young Mistress…”

  Jin Yu was stunned.

  “…And?”

  “So… she holds a grudge.”

  Jin Yu smirked. “Serves her right. She must’ve been rude.”

  Haozi stayed silent. Young Master… you were the one who bullied her first…

  Jin Yu changed the subject. “What about my mother? I haven’t seen her.”

  “I don’t know, Young Master. I’ve never seen Madam before.”

  Jin Yu frowned but didn’t press further. Instead, he stretched lazily.

  “All right. Where do I eat? I’m starving.”

  He rubbed his belly. He hadn’t eaten since transmigrating.

  “I’ll bring your food now, Young Master.”

  Haozi turned to leave, but Jin Yu stopped him.

  “I’ll eat out.”

  He was never the type to stay home. If not fighting, he was gambling or roaming around.

  Haozi obeyed and led Jin Yu out. Along the way, Jin Yu continued asking questions.

  Eager to please, Haozi answered everything.

  Through their conversation, Jin Yu finally understood his situation:

  —This was a Xuanhuan World.

  —The city was called Louyang City.

  —The Jin Family was one of three aristocratic clans ruling it.

  —His father, Jin Wei, was feared.

  —And Jin Yu? He was the only heir.

  No mother. Just a father and a bratty sister.

  And most importantly…

  The previous Jin Yu was trash.

  No interest in cultivation. Just eating, playing, sleeping—and causing trouble.

  A grin spread across Jin Yu’s face.

  Perfect.

  Just like me.

  Since his golden finger thrived on emotional manipulation—this was the best identity he could’ve asked for.

  The old Jin Yu had already angered countless people. Now?

  He’d double down.

  With the Dominion System in hand, he’d stir chaos—and thrive.