Li Hu began recalling his earlier analysis: Even if Yun Huang showed up, blood would be spilled…
How could Su Qi walk away unscathed?
He believed it.
Li Hu truly believed it.
Without a shred of doubt.
That’s right—now everything made sense. Only a ‘Pathseeker,’ one who carried the future of Great Xia on their shoulders, could pull off such a feat of defeating a higher-ranked opponent!
“So, this credit has to go to you. Understand?”
“I’ve only just managed to slip out of the public eye, to live in obscurity.”
Yet, a question still nagged at Li Hu: “What about Yun Huang…?”
A flicker of reminiscence passed through Su Qi’s eyes, followed by a sigh and a tone of pity. “Ah, she’s no Pathseeker. Just a puppet, that’s all.”
See? He’d told the truth all along.
Li Hu believed him again. That sigh was absolutely genuine—no one could fake that depth of emotion!
“This way, she’ll take the fall for any schemes or assassinations targeting the Pathseeker.”
“Why would I fear his self-destruction?”
“You don’t think I, Su Qi, am afraid to die, do you?”
“It’s because I can’t afford to die!”
Li Hu was convinced once more!
Of course—someone capable of defeating a seventh-rank opponent at sixth rank wouldn’t fear a mere self-destruct.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d overheard something he shouldn’t have. Hesitantly, he muttered, “This…”
“Is this… something I’m allowed to know?”
“An instructor willing to lay down his life for a student he’s only known for a month—I doubt he’s anything less than trustworthy.”
“I believe in you.”
Li Hu was nearly moved to tears. Was this what it felt like to be trusted?
With such crucial information, no less?
“Six-rank Cardbearer Instructor, Designation L-017, Li Hu, swears to guard this secret with his life!”
“Until I witness the Pathseeker breaking through adversity and leading humanity toward a radiant future!”
The only thing that puzzled Li Hu was this: If Su Qi’s identity was so important, even if he had defeated a seventh-rank opponent at sixth rank, shouldn’t the higher-ups have quickly covered it up?
Wait—
Could it be…
Too few people knew this critical piece of information?
By the time it reached the right ears, it’d be too late?
Good!
No falsification! No stolen valor.
This was claiming credit for the rise of Great Xia, for the future of mankind!
“No need to explain further. I admit it—I killed him!”
Su Qi: ???
Old Li, you got blood on your hands or something? You’re way too smooth at this.
“Pfft—no, no, got too carried away. I wounded him.”
Su Qi corrected him: “We did it together. I risked my life in a frontal struggle, while you landed the decisive blow through cunning, underhanded tactics.”
Li Hu: ???
“Listen to yourself. Are those really the right adjectives?”
“Fine, then—how about ‘honorable sneak attack’?”
Li Hu: …
Whatever. Cunning and underhanded it is.
After aligning their stories, Su Qi rubbed his fingers together.
Li Hu eyed him suspiciously. “Now what?”
“Pay up.”
Li Hu was lost. The topic had taken too sharp a turn. “Huh?”
“You take the credit. I take the cash.”
“When the higher-ups hand out the reward money, it all goes to me. You can keep the commendation banner.”
“We need a backup plan. If someone figures out how fishy your claim is, why would I walk away empty-handed? Wouldn’t that just make them suspect me again?”
Li Hu had an epiphany. “So, I give you money to make the illogical seem logical.”
“I think an extra 50,000 would make it logical.”
“Then I’ll give you 100,000!”
At last, Su Qi’s fabricated tale reached a perfect close.
As long as Old Li kept his mouth shut, today’s conversation never happened. Him, a Pathseeker? What a joke.
If Old Li blabbed?
No problem—Su Qi was just a greedy liar. Worst case? Seven days in detention.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
