"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.
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
