Transmigrated as the Villain's Lackey, I can Sign in to the plot

As Zhao Haoqian stood up, the crowd that had eagerly sought to recruit Ye Liuyun immediately fell silent.

This was the pressure that came with being from one of the top wealthy families!

With the birthday banquet coming to an end, guests gradually began to leave in an orderly manner. However, one thing was certain—after tonight, Ye Liuyun's name would spread like wildfire in elite circles!

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Back in his room, with the support of Yao Huaimeng, Yao Zhenshan couldn't help but sigh.

"I never expected that this young man, Ye Liuyun, would have medical skills that surpass even Long Tian's."

He shook his head, a mixture of amazement and nostalgia in his gaze.

When he was younger, during his travels abroad, Long Tian had once saved his life. Because of that, he had always held the young man in high regard—so much so that he had even considered making Long Tian his grandson-in-law.

But—

The moment Long Tian's name was mentioned, Yao Huaimeng's expression darkened.

"Grandfather, there's something I need to tell you."

Her voice carried a weight of seriousness, prompting Yao Zhenshan to frown slightly.

Seeing her grave expression, he didn't interrupt. Instead, he listened carefully.

Meanwhile, after the banquet, Ye Liuyun and Zhao Haoqian sat in the back of a luxury car, heading back to the villa.

Zhao Haoqian, still reeling from what he had witnessed earlier, turned to Ye Liuyun with a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"I never imagined you'd have such incredible medical skills!"

"Young Master, you're exaggerating. I only learned a little here and there."

"Stop being so modest!" Zhao Haoqian scoffed and slung an arm over Ye Liuyun's shoulder like a close brother.

"I saw everything back there. You saved Yao Zhenshan with just a few acupuncture techniques! That's not 'a little'—that's genius!"

Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he snapped his fingers.

"Starting today, your salary will be raised to one million—no! Two million!"

Ye Liuyun blinked in surprise.

This guy… is ridiculously generous!

And not just that—he was also a perfect shield to take the fall when needed. Where else could you find such an ideal backer?

Ye Liuyun chuckled to himself.

"Thank you, Young Master!"

Back at the Yao family estate, Yao Huaimeng had finished explaining everything to her grandfather.

As he listened, Yao Zhenshan's expression gradually hardened.

A long silence stretched between them.

Yao Huaimeng remained seated beside him, allowing him time to process everything.

Finally, he exhaled deeply and spoke.

"Huai Meng… you do realize this isn't something to joke about, right?"

His voice was low, measured.

For years, he had trusted Long Tian, even considering him as family. If what his granddaughter said was true, then he had severely misjudged the man.

"Grandfather, do you not believe me?"

Yao Zhenshan fell silent again.

Of course, he trusted his granddaughter.

After a long pause, his gaze sharpened.

"Regardless, we can't act impulsively. For now, say nothing of this matter—I will handle it."

He needed to confirm the truth for himself.

But if everything Yao Huaimeng said was true…

A glint of cold determination flashed across his aged features.

For someone who had built the Yao family into what it was today, Zhenshan was no stranger to making ruthless decisions.

That night, just as things had settled down—

[Sign in! Sign in!]

[System, get to work!]

The voice rang out once again, snapping Ye Liuyun's attention back into focus.

Even Yao Huaimeng and You Yu, who were preparing to rest, perked up.

"Sign-in successful!"

The system's response came immediately.

[Reward: Liuku Immortal Thief! Ten years of cultivation experience!]

Ye Liuyun froze.

He didn't care much about the ten years of cultivation experience.

What truly stunned him—were the four words Liuku Immortal Thief.

His mind raced.

[Wait… What?! Liuku Immortal Thief?!]

[One of the Eight Marvelous Techniques… the Saint Thief's Art!]

[This is… immortality!]

The room fell silent.

Even though neither Yao Huaimeng nor You Yu could hear the system's voice, Ye Liuyun's sudden pause made them wonder.

Had he received a bad reward this time?

But in the next second—

[Holy sht! Holy sht! HOLY SH*T!]

Ye Liuyun, who had always prided himself on his calm demeanor, couldn't stop himself from swearing.

Yao Huaimeng and You Yu were startled.

[This… this is Liuku Immortal Thief! The ability to defy the heavens and steal from fate itself!]

[This isn't just a martial art—this is the path to immortality!]

Even the cold and composed Yao Huaimeng found herself gaping at Ye Liuyun's expression.

Eternal life…?

Did he just say immortality?

She was stunned.

Throughout history, countless emperors had sought immortality, pouring unimaginable resources into their futile quests.

And yet, here Ye Liuyun was—grumbling because he had to cultivate the technique himself instead of getting it at full level.

Ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

[Oh, come on! It's not even maxed out? I have to train for it?]

At that moment, even the always-calm Yao Huaimeng wanted to slap him.

This is the power of immortality!

And you're complaining about having to train for it?!

People would kill for such an opportunity!

Meanwhile, Ye Liuyun finally noticed the ten years of cultivation experience reward.

[Wait… does this mean I can apply these ten years of experience to any skill I choose?]

His eyes gleamed.

[Nice! Not bad at all!]

Yao Huaimeng and You Yu just sat there, numb from disbelief.

Did he just casually accept the gift of ten years of cultivation like it was nothing?!

[System, apply all ten years of cultivation to Liuku Immortal Thief!]

With his other abilities already at full level, this was the only one he needed to develop.

Then, he suddenly thought of something else.

"By the way, system—do you have a character stats template? Pull it up for me!"

And just like that, the night took an even more interesting turn.