After wandering around the school area without finding a barbershop, Lin Yu ran into another familiar face.
Tang Manman!
Her again!
Stopping in his tracks, Lin Yu watched from a distance as the girl was surrounded by a group of tough-looking delinquent girls. He couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
What was up with Tang Manman?
Did she have some kind of special constitution?
Was her body made of soft persimmons or something?
Did everyone feel like they could just push her around?
Seeing Tang Manman cornered by the aggressive girls, Lin Yu hesitated. To avoid getting too involved with her, he decided to hold back for now and observe the situation first.
Pressing himself against the wall, he crept closer to Tang Manman and the gang, hiding at the corner to secretly watch the conflict unfold...
"You little bitch, how dare you seduce my man?"
"You got a death wish or something?"
A girl with long purple hair, clearly the leader of the pack, raised her hand high and slapped Tang Manman hard across the face.
Tang Manman, her thin frame barely concealed by her oversized school uniform, staggered from the blow, nearly falling to the ground.
When she turned her face back, her fair left cheek was already flushed a deep red, and it would surely swell within minutes.
This time, instead of running away like before, she stood her ground, her eyes red as she desperately tried to explain, hoping to clear up what she thought was a misunderstanding.
"I—I didn’t."
"I really don’t know who you’re talking about."
"You must have the wrong person."
"You still dare to lie to my face?!"
"You’re asking for it!"
Without another word, the purple-haired delinquent raised her hand again to strike Tang Manman.
Truth be told, the moment she saw Tang Manman’s striking beauty, she had already guessed part of the truth.
Maybe what happened at noon wasn’t entirely this girl’s fault.
The purple-haired girl knew exactly what kind of scum her boyfriend was—a total lecher, reincarnated!
A girl this pretty? He’d never let her off easy.
So she was probably forced into it.
But so what?
Even if she understood the situation and knew the girl was innocent, the purple-haired delinquent had no intention of letting her go.
That flawless face of hers made her burn with envy.
And besides—
Who said she wasn’t to blame?
The fact that she was prettier than her was already a crime!
If she wasn’t so damn beautiful, her boyfriend wouldn’t have gone after her in the first place.
She was still at fault!
The girl’s delicate features drove the purple-haired delinquent mad with jealousy. This time, as she swung her hand, she deliberately curled her fingers, aiming to rake her sharp, manicured nails across Tang Manman’s face.
She’d make sure she could never use that pretty face to seduce another man again.
Especially when she had the nerve to act all pitiful and innocent afterward!
Tang Manman might be timid, but she wasn’t stupid.
Even an idiot would flinch when hit.
As the purple-haired girl’s hand came down again, Tang Manman raised her arm to shield her face.
The long, sharp nails scraped harmlessly against her forearm.
Instead, one of the fake nails caught at a bad angle and snapped off, tearing the real nail beneath. Blood slowly seeped from the cuticle of her ring finger.
"I—I’m sorry."
Seeing the purple-haired girl bleeding, Tang Manman paled and instinctively apologized.
"You filthy slut!"
The purple-haired girl wasn’t having any of it. With a furious shout, she kicked Tang Manman to the ground, then barked at her lackeys:
"Strip her!"
At their leader’s command, the rainbow-haired gang pounced, pinning Tang Manman down and tearing at her faded school uniform.
They’d clearly done this before.
Each had a role—some held her wrists, others pinned her legs, while the rest yanked at her clothes.
And they knew exactly how to break their victim’s spirit to keep her from fighting back.
At first, Tang Manman struggled fiercely, so they abandoned the clothes momentarily to beat her instead.
Once she was in too much pain to resist, they resumed stripping her. After a few rounds of this, Tang Manman was too battered to fight back. She could only curl into herself, clutching her clothes desperately.
When the girls still couldn’t pry her hands loose, one of them pulled out a sharp razor from her pocket and slashed at Tang Manman’s uniform.
Her last line of defense was gone.
The purple-haired girl smirked in satisfaction, pulling out her phone and aiming it at Tang Manman as her gang continued their assault.
"You love seducing men so much, huh?"
"Then I’ll make sure the whole school sees what a whore you really are!"
She was going to ruin her today. Once those nude photos spread, no one would want her, no matter how pretty she was.
From his hiding spot, Lin Yu sighed helplessly as he watched the scene unfold.
At this point, he had no choice but to step in.
If those photos got out, forget about a happy future with her childhood sweetheart—if Tang Manman could even survive the humiliation without breaking down, it’d be a miracle.
Stepping out from the corner, Lin Yu shouted at the group:
"What the hell are you doing?!"
The purple-haired girl flinched at the sudden roar. She whipped her head around, eyes blazing, ready to tear into whoever dared interfere with HY High’s self-proclaimed "Queen Bee."
But the moment she saw who it was, the fire in her eyes vanished, doused by a bucket of cold fear.
"L-Long Ge?"
Forcing a shaky smile, the purple-haired girl stammered out a greeting as Lin Yu strode toward them.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.
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.”
