This accident could be considered over by now.
Su Qi exchanged a few more meaningless words with Li Hu, finally dissuading him from asking for an autograph.
Blending into the moonlight, he prepared to slip back into the tent.
Liu Yuan was sleeping on her side, facing the tent entrance, her back turned to Su Qi.
He gently lifted the tent flap, moving as quietly as possible.
Moonlight spilled in like delicate threads, casting a silvery sheen over the cramped space.
At that moment, Liu Yuan seemed to sense something. Her eyelashes fluttered faintly before she slowly opened her eyes.
Their gazes met.
Moonlight bathed her face.
The eye contact lasted a full five seconds.
Only then did Su Qi lower the tent flap, his tone calm. "Did I wake you? I’ll be more careful next time."
With that, he turned to return to his hammock.
But Liu Yuan sat up abruptly.
The sudden movement caused the tent to sway slightly.
Li Hu, who had just been heading back to his own tent, shook his head at the sight.
"Who would’ve thought there’d be another battle after the big fight? Is he about to get taken down by someone weaker this time?"
"Ah, youth."
"Sibling bonds sure are something."
...
"What’s up?"
Su Qi looked at Liu Yuan, puzzled.
Something felt off about this brat.
Liu Yuan bit her lip, her expression clearly conflicted.
After a brief silence, she finally spoke. "You’re hurt."
"Huh?"
His confusion wasn’t about why she’d say such a thing.
Nor did he retort with something like, "Since when do you care about me?"
"Where am I hurt?"
Su Qi dusted himself off, checking but finding no injuries.
Liu Yuan jumped down from her hammock, the force causing the tent to shake even more violently.
Normally, the tent wouldn’t be this unstable—it was just that Liu Yuan was new to this, her setup skills lacking.
She walked up to Su Qi.
He stood a full head taller than her.
Online, many would call this the "perfect height difference," but Su Qi couldn’t care less.
He just happened to prefer girls of that height.
Su Qi reached out and touched her forehead. "Are you possessed or something?"
Surprisingly, Liu Yuan didn’t swat his hand away as he’d expected.
Her voice was uncharacteristically soft. "Can you crouch down a little?"
For a moment, the gentleness in her tone—so unlike her usual icy demeanor—made Su Qi think it overlapped slightly with Little Yuan’s voice.
But not entirely.
If Little Yuan’s voice was a clear, cheerful stream, Liu Yuan’s usual tone was a frigid mountain peak.
Yet now, it was more like hazy moonlight.
Su Qi eyed her skeptically. "What for?"
But he half-crouched anyway.
Liu Yuan pulled out a small rabbit-patterned bandage from her pocket, peeling off the backing. "I’m kind of dumb… I didn’t prepare anything for the Source Realm. This is all I have."
(Note: The academy intentionally doesn’t teach what to bring into the Source Realm.
As the saying goes, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink."
Even if told, students might not grasp the importance.
But experience? That teaches in one go.
After a lesson learned the hard way, they’ll remember.)
Su Qi tracked her movements and guessed where she was aiming.
He instinctively touched his face.
His fingertips brushed against a faint, uneven groove on his cheek.
Pulling his hand back, he squinted under the dim moonlight and saw a barely visible smear of blood on his fingers.
Oh. That time?
Probably when he dodged the black-robed man’s attack and got grazed by flying debris.
Most of the dust on him was from then too.
"It’s nothing. Any later and it’d have healed on its own."
He wasn’t some celebrity who’d cry over a scratch.
Still, he didn’t pull away.
He let Liu Yuan press the bandage to his face with her cold little fingers.
Except…
Su Qi noticed her hands were… trembling?
Why?
"It’s not nothing…"
Liu Yuan’s voice wavered, on the verge of tears.
"I saw it…"
"I heard it too."
"I woke up right after you left."
"Not long after, I saw blinding lightning in the direction you went… then a pillar of fire…"
"Then Old Li found me outside the tent while setting up his cards. He told me to hide, said two incredibly strong people were fighting over there…"
"He ran toward it too…"
"He also said… if his cards suddenly vanished, I should wake everyone up and scatter."
"Because… it’d mean he was dead…"
"I…"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
