On the other side, Su Yang walked ahead, taking out his car keys and pressing the unlock button.
The Aston Martin instantly flashed its lights. The passersby nearby initially didn’t react much, but when they noticed the four stunning women closely following Su Yang, their gazes turned murderous with envy.
The four girls behind him were simply too eye-catching. Any one of them alone would have been a showstopper with their leading-lady looks.
Under such circumstances, it was impossible not to feel jealous. Watching the girls chatting and laughing with Su Yang, most men passing by even felt the urge to rush up and throttle him.
Su Yang, of course, sensed the sharp glares directed at him from all directions. He smirked inwardly, thinking, ‘Is this what it feels like to be the chosen one? Amazing!’
[Ding! Detecting the host’s joyful mood and great enjoyment of others’ envious gazes. Reward: 1 million.]
Keeping a straight face, Su Yang walked to the car door and pulled it open.
Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun naturally took their seats in the back, while Pan Ning turned to Meng Qianyu and said, "You sit with them in the back."
Meng Qianyu nodded and got in.
Though the Aston Martin was a top-tier performance SUV, its rear seating wasn’t cramped. Three girls, each weighing around 100 pounds, fit comfortably without feeling squeezed.
Once everyone was settled, Su Yang stole a glance at the rearview mirror and swallowed hard.
Reflected in the mirror were six slender, fair legs, a sight that instantly caught his attention.
Pan Ning then opened the passenger door and took her seat. Su Yang connected his phone and pulled up the navigation.
"Should we head straight there without stopping?"
"Yeah, there’s nothing interesting along the way. Let’s get there by six—we still need to set up the tents and everything."
Su Yang nodded. "Got it." He turned to the three girls in the back and grinned. "Make sure you buckle up. Even in the back seat, safety first."
"Okay~" The three girls smiled sweetly and obediently fastened their seatbelts.
Seizing the moment, Su Yang quickly checked in his mind:
—System, what’s Meng Qianyu’s current favorability level?
[10]
—A silent increase of 7 points. Not bad. But with only nine days left, the difficulty level’s pretty high.
Su Yang pondered briefly. Once everyone was secured, he slowly pulled the car out.
Setting aside his thoughts for now, he drove a short distance ahead to where Liu Bo’s car was parked. Stopping beside it, he leaned out and called, "What’s taking you guys so long?"
"Waiting for you."
"For me? Alright, I’ll lead the way. Keep up. If anyone needs to stop at a rest area, just shout in the group chat so we can all pull over together."
Liu Bo gave a thumbs-up. "No problem. Ji Bo’s in charge of monitoring the group."
Ji Bo grinned. "Leave it to me."
Su Yang nodded. "Good, let’s move out! Drive safe, everyone!"
After that, he rolled forward to Zhang Ziming’s G-Wagon and exchanged a few quick words with the occupants before hitting the gas and taking the lead.
Liu Bo and Zhang Ziming quickly followed suit.
At 1:40 PM, after topping up the tanks near the highway entrance, the three cars entered the Haicheng West toll station one after another, heading west toward Thousand Leaves Mountain.
Su Yang led the convoy at the front, Zhang Ziming took the middle, and Liu Bo brought up the rear.
This time, Su Yang didn’t immediately leave the two cars behind in a burst of speed. Instead, he maintained a steady pace of 130 km/h throughout the drive.
Since it wasn’t a holiday, the highway was unusually clear, with very little traffic.
Staring at the empty road ahead, Su Yang rubbed his drowsy eyes and switched to a more upbeat song to keep himself alert.
The main reason was that Pan Ning, sitting in the passenger seat, wasn’t engaging in conversation with him. She had dozed off shortly after getting in the car.
The three girls in the back weren’t asleep, but whenever Su Yang tried to chat with them, they responded half-heartedly before quickly returning to their own topics.
They didn’t seem to care whether Su Yang could hear them or not, occasionally bursting into laughter over some private girl-talk.
Su Yang wasn’t particularly interested in their gossip, so he focused on driving.
Just as he was stifling another yawn, a deep, rumbling engine roar echoed from behind.
Hearing the sound, he immediately perked up and glanced at the right-side rearview mirror—but no car appeared. The only vehicles behind him were still Zhang Ziming’s G-Class and Liu Bo’s Navigator.
“Huh? Where’s that sound coming from?”
No sooner had he spoken than the roar grew louder and closer.
He checked the mirror again, and this time, he finally saw what was happening.
Three bikers dressed in black—likely mourning relatives—were speeding toward him on three different motorcycles.
Before he could even identify the bikes, the trio zipped past him in a flash.
“Holy crap!!” Su Yang’s eyes lit up. He glanced at his speedometer: 134 km/h.
For them to overtake him so effortlessly, those bikes had to be doing at least 200.
Instantly energized, Su Yang felt like he’d been injected with adrenaline. “Hold on tight, everyone—I’m speeding up!”
“What’s going on?” The three girls barely had time to react before they were pinned to their seats by the sudden acceleration.
Beside him, Pan Ning slowly opened her eyes. “Take it easy. If you can’t catch up, just let it go.”
Su Yang nodded. “Got it.”
They were on the same wavelength. He knew Pan Ning hadn’t actually been asleep—just resting her eyes.
With the pedal to the metal, the Aston Martin shot forward, leaving the other two cars far behind.
Zhang Ziming had been cruising along just fine when he noticed Su Yang suddenly pick up speed. He turned to Meng Wenzhou in the passenger seat and grinned. “He’s chasing after those three bikes.”
Meng Wenzhou smirked. “Let’s go after them too. This is too boring otherwise.”
“Alright, I’ll give it a shot.” Zhang Ziming accelerated as well, quickly leaving Liu Bo and Ji Bo in the dust.
Ji Bo suddenly yelled, “Bo-ge! Step on it! They’re disappearing on us!”
“I can’t! This thing’s huge, heavy, and packed with luggage—how am I supposed to speed up?”
“Stand on the pedal, then!”
“Even if I flew, I wouldn’t catch them!”
“Ugh, I should’ve brought my M4. I’d smoke those bikers in no time.”
“With your driving skills? Even if you had a Bugatti, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
......
Meanwhile, after two minutes of relentless pursuit, Su Yang finally caught sight of the three black-clad bikers again.
He accelerated once more, closing the distance.
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.
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+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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!
