"These things might be hard for ordinary people like you to accept, or even seem ridiculous, but everything I'm saying is true," Ye Wan said earnestly to Su Yang.
Su Yang kept a straight face, though inwardly he couldn’t help but chuckle. Ordinary people? Sure, sure. But your talent is really lacking—practicing martial arts since childhood and only reaching a combat power of 71 by now.
"Alright, I’ve said all I needed to. Do you have any other questions?"
Su Yang shook his head. "Nothing else. Let’s head back."
"Okay~"
As the two turned to walk back toward the rooftop garden, Ye Wan suddenly thought of something and asked, "Weren’t you surprised by what I just told you?"
"I was surprised," Su Yang replied with a faint smile.
"That’s your reaction to being surprised?"
"I’ve never believed that ancient martial arts disappeared, so hearing this actually excited me more than anything."
Ye Wan frowned slightly as she looked at him. "Excited? You have no idea how painful training is. I’d advise you to just live an ordinary life—it’s better if you never step into the world of martial arts."
"Why?"
"It’s hard to explain, but just remember what I’m saying. Even with my current strength, I’m still just a small fry. But if I were to fight the strongest combat expert in the world, no matter their weight class, I could crush them instantly."
Su Yang smiled subtly. "That strong, huh?"
"Only compared to ordinary people. Against a real ancient martial arts master, I’d be nothing."
Su Yang thought for a moment before asking, "Do martial artists like you have a ranking system?"
"Of course, but there’s no need for you to know."
Su Yang scratched his head, feigning curiosity. "Come on, tell me. I’m really curious."
Ye Wan hesitated but figured she’d already said enough—a little more wouldn’t hurt.
She sighed. "Fine. It’s just a tier system, from lowest to highest: Fourth to Ninth Rank."
Su Yang interrupted, "Fourth to Ninth? What about First to Third?"
"There is no First to Third. The lowest is Fourth Rank."
"Alright. So, what rank are you?"
"Fifth Rank."
"Fifth Rank?" Su Yang repeated, thinking to himself, Then at most, I’d be Sixth Rank? I wonder how these ranks translate to combat power. I’ll have to ask the system later.
"Yeah," Ye Wan nodded.
"Even at Fifth Rank, I can instantly defeat the world’s top fighters. Can you imagine how absurd those at higher ranks must be?"
Su Yang nodded. "Got it. Thanks for the lesson."
"No problem."
As they spoke, the two entered the garden’s lounge area.
By now, Zhang Ziming, Shen Yixue, Han Xiaoyu, and Xia Keke had already arrived.
Zhang Ziming was dressed unusually formal—the only one in a full suit, complete with a burgundy checkered pocket square tucked into his left breast pocket.
His hair was slicked back, a black bow tie at his collar, and shiny black dress shoes completed the look.
He was practically begging for attention. Shen Yixue had long since retreated to sit with the other girls, refusing to be seen with him.
Shen Yixue, on the other hand, looked stunning in an elegant long dress, her hair cascading over her shoulders, adorned with delicate jewelry at her neck and wrists.
Han Xiaoyu and Xia Keke were no less eye-catching. Though they’d later change into cosplay outfits, their current attire didn’t diminish their charm.
Especially Han Xiaoyu—known for her ample curves—who wore a low-cut black evening gown that drew every man’s gaze for a second look.
Just then, Meng Wenzhou looked up and waved at Su Yang and Ye Wan as they approached. "What took you so long?"
"Had some business to take care of," Su Yang joked.
"Alright, hurry up. The sound system’s ready—give us a song!"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "So now I’m the entertainment?"
"Hey, you’re the one with the golden voice. Right, everyone?" Meng Wenzhou turned to the others for backup.
Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming clapped enthusiastically. "Exactly! You’re our singing legend!"
"Flattery won’t work. Why not let Tang Ziyun sing? She’s right here."
Hearing her name, Tang Ziyun quickly waved her hands. "Oh no, with you around, I don’t even dare call myself a professional singer."
Su Yang chuckled. "What’s the big deal? You’ve got a great voice. It’s just for fun—who sings doesn’t matter."
"But Qianyu wants to hear you sing, right?" Tang Ziyun turned to Meng Qianyu beside her.
Meng Qianyu smiled sweetly. "That’s right. My brother’s always raving about how amazing your singing is. Would you honor us with a song?"
Su Yang considered it—this was a good chance to boost Meng Qianyu’s favorability. He grinned playfully. "Sure, but it’ll cost you."
"I’ll pay 1,000!" Zhang Ziming shouted, raising his hand.
Not to be outdone, Ji Bo joined in. "Then I’ll pay 2,000!"
Su Yang shot them an exasperated look. "Knock it off."
"Fine, I’ll sing. What do you all want to hear?"
He walked over to the sound system and picked up the microphone, testing it with a few taps.
"Can you sing 'Rosin Gate'?" Shen Yixue spoke up from where she sat among the girls.
Su Yang blinked in surprise. "That’s a rap duet, isn’t it? I’ve listened to it a lot, but it’s meant for a male-female pair."
"Then sing it with Tang Ziyun!"
Su Yang glanced at Tang Ziyun, who was still nibbling on cake. "I’m game. You know the song, Ziyun?"
Tang Ziyun nodded. "I’ve heard it, but I’m not super familiar."
"No worries, you’ll get into it. Come on."
"Alright then." She set down her cake and stood up.
The group erupted in cheers. "Woo~ Let’s give it up for them!"
Clap clap clap—everyone applauded enthusiastically.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
