Inside the capital.
Smoke signals rose everywhere, and flames soared to the sky.
Houses had collapsed, and the streets were full of potholes.
The air was filled with thick smoke and the stench of charred corpses.
Countless ragged commoners knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
"A bunch of lowly peasants! Get out of my way!"
A dandy-looking young man, riding a jujube-red horse and escorted by a group of guards, acted arrogantly and domineeringly.
His eyes were full of disgust.
"Lowly peasants! Hand over your food now!"
He raised his horsewhip and spoke viciously.
The commoners shivered in fear.
Women held their children, squatting on the ground crying.
"Spare our lives, Young Master!"
"Please spare us!"
"We have families, wives, and children to feed!"
They did not dare to disobey this young master's orders.
They could only obediently hand over their meager remaining food.
Kneeling on the ground, they begged him to let them go.
Actually, when Temujin attacked, he didn't rob them of their food or kill their families.
Instead, it was these aristocratic scions who were bullying the weak.
What a profound irony!
"Hmph, you know what's good for you! This food belongs to me now!"
The young master looked triumphant, raising his hand to signal his guards to step forward and snatch the food.
"Lowly peasants! Put the food down!"
The guards, wielding swords, were fierce and intimidating.
"No... Young Master, we wouldn't dare!"
"Please spare our lives!"
"We will starve to death without food! Please leave us a way to survive!"
"My child is only three years old and hasn't eaten for two days! Have mercy, Young Master!"
A group of commoners wailed and cried out.
The young master looked at the weeping commoners and felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.
He enjoyed this feeling of being high above others, holding their lives in his hands.
Seeing them crying so miserably, he felt very satisfied.
These lowly peasants were nothing but slaves in his eyes.
The lowest of the low in the world!
"Remember, I am Cui Hao of the Cui clan in Qinghe!"
"Taking your food is me thinking highly of you!"
Cui Hao arrogantly scanned the crowd, a cold smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
Then he turned to leave.
However, someone tugged at the corner of his clothes.
He looked back and saw a woman holding a child, her face full of pleading, kneeling and kowtowing on the ground.
"Please, Young Master Cui, have mercy! If my child doesn't eat, he really will starve to death!"
The woman was in tears, begging bitterly.
Cui Hao frowned, somewhat impatient.
Looking at the dirty hand grabbing his clothes and leaving a stain on his white robe, he couldn't help but frown, kicking the woman's hand away in disgust.
"Insolent!"
He scolded, "This robe was specially given to me by my father, and you dare to dirty it?"
"Do you know? This robe is priceless, enough to buy ten of your lives!"
Saying this, his face filled with rage, his eyes furious, and he stomped his foot toward the infant in the woman's arms.
"Ah...!"
The woman screamed.
She watched helplessly as the foot fell toward the baby.
"Smack!"
With a crisp sound, the woman holding her child was sent flying.
"Wah...!"
The baby's cry rang out.
The woman had used her body to shield her child from the kick.
Cui Hao looked disdainful: "Lowly peasant, how dare you talk back to me!"
Then he looked around and shouted coldly:
"Whoever dares to disobey me again, I will exterminate their entire family!"
"Yes, yes, yes! We know we were wrong!"
"Young Master, please spare our lives!"
"We beg you!"
The commoners cried heart-wrenchingly.
Cui Hao didn't care and turned to leave.
And these commoners could only watch helplessly as Cui Hao took away their meager remaining food.
They did not even dare to resist.
Cui Hao arrived at a dilapidated mansion.
Many aristocratic scions were gathered here.
They were all well-dressed and elegant.
Obviously from noble families.
However, they were all clutching their stomachs now.
"When is Cui Hao coming back! I'm starving to death!"
"Taking so long to get some food, are those lowly peasants deliberately withholding it from us?"
"Daring to make us go hungry, once we take back everything that belongs to us, we'll kill all those peasants!"
"Bah! Would those peasants dare to refuse?"
"Hmph! Even if you gave them ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare!"
These aristocratic scions had gloomy faces and spoke through gritted teeth.
The haze of war hung over their heads.
They were extremely furious at this moment.
Wishing they could kill all the commoners in the city to vent their anger!
"Everyone, sorry for the wait."
Cui Hao hurried over with his men.
When the crowd saw the food, their eyes lit up.
Like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey, they rushed to the guards and scrambled for it.
Soon, the food was snatched clean.
However.
Everyone was holding a blackened, hard steamed bun, looking displeased.
Someone was so hungry that they took a bite.
Crunch.
Their teeth almost broke.
The person covered their mouth and complained to Cui Hao.
"Cui Hao, we want white steamed buns, refined grain, not dog food!"
"Look at my tooth, it almost broke!"
"If you want us to elect you as the commander of the aristocratic alliance, show some sincerity!"
Cui Hao also looked helpless and smiled bitterly: "Everyone has about the same food, we can only make do."
"If you want to blame someone, blame the imperial court, which was looted clean by Temujin, who took all the good things. Otherwise, we wouldn't be in this situation!"
Hearing this, the crowd became indignant and started cursing.
They were all young masters of aristocratic families who lived in luxury and were used to eating delicacies.
Now they were reduced to gnawing on rock-hard, moldy steamed buns.
And facing hunger and cold, sleeping by the city walls.
This huge gap caused the accumulated resentment in their hearts to explode.
"If I had known this day would come, I would have just surrendered to Temujin, then I wouldn't have to suffer like this!"
An aristocratic scion, as if venting, smashed the hard steamed bun in his hand onto the ground.
This caused the commoners not far away to look over, their faces showing heartache.
This was food!
How could it be wasted like this!
But these aristocratic scions didn't care at all.
They looked at the commoners with deep disgust in their eyes.
"Want to eat? I wouldn't even feed this to you lowly peasants, let alone dogs!"
Someone snorted disdainfully and kicked the steamed bun.
The steamed bun rolled on the ground, covered in mud.
Then, he even crushed it with his foot.
The begging eyes of the commoners instantly turned into disappointment and anger.
It was bad enough that these aristocratic families harmed them.
But they even trampled on food!
Suddenly, the long-suppressed resentment erupted.
An old man stood up tremblingly, his body hunched, his eyes cloudy but full of hatred.
With a flushed face, he said:
"You beasts won't eat it! This steamed bun can save a life, it's the last gift from God to us!"
"Even if you don't eat it, you can't trample on food like this!"
Saying that, he staggered over to pick up the steamed bun that had been stomped into the mud.
However, before he could get close, a foot flew towards him.
The old man's emaciated body rolled away for several meters, blood spotting his chest.
Immediately, the commoners were filled with righteous indignation.
If their eyes previously held heartache, despair, and numbness when watching the noble scions waste food, now they were filled with hatred and fury!
Their burning gazes pierced the young man who had kicked the old man away, no longer able to tolerate his wanton trampling.
Cui Hao was furious, his gloomy face turning to sweep over the crowd.
His gaze was as sharp and cold as a blade, his harsh eyes as intimidating as a viper flicking its tongue.
"I said, anyone who dares to offend our noble families will face a dead end!"
He waved his hand!
Swish, swish, swish!
The clanging of metal rang out endlessly as swords and sabers were drawn from their sheaths, bursting with killing intent.
A heavy sense of oppression loomed over everyone's heads, rapidly cooling their boiling blood, and they couldn't help but lower their heads.
In the deathly silence.
An old man in plain clothes was the first to kneel down.
Tears rolling down his face, he kowtowed heavily and said, "It is this old man who offended the nobles. Everything is my fault and has nothing to do with the others!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Closely following behind him.
One by one, the commoners knelt down, their heads touching the ground, their shoulders trembling slightly.
Cui Hao gave a cold, contemptuous smile.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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!
