"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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
