Miss Zhao?
Despite expecting it, Zhao Zhixia still couldn't help but tremble slightly upon hearing this address. She turned her head slightly, refusing to let Ye Shu see the emotions in her eyes.
Looking at the two facing each other with such indifference, Xiaobai tilted her head, completely unable to figure it out.
These were people who had lived together for almost fifteen years.
How could they act like strangers?
"Since Miss Zhao dislikes the gift I gave."
Ye Shu's gaze remained fixed on Zhao Zhixia's wrist. His tone was as flat as ever, as if discussing the day's weather.
"Then could you please return it to me."
Hand over the bracelet?
Zhao Zhixia covered her wrist with one hand and slowly walked to the window. Gazing at the boundless night outside, she left only a lonely silhouette. Suddenly, she spoke, answering a question that wasn't asked:
"When I was very young, someone would always sneak into my room while I was asleep. They would touch all over my body, using spiritual energy to probe my bones and meridians, exploring every inch of me until they were dripping with sweat, only then sneaking away..."
"Would you say that person had good intentions, or bad?"
"..."
The atmosphere in the room instantly turned somewhat awkward.
Xiaobai frowned in confusion.
What is this guy talking about?
Suddenly, her eyes widened dramatically, and she pointed at Ye Shu, screaming, "N-no way, it wasn't you, you pervert, was it?!"
"She was just a child!"
"She was so small back then, and you sneaked into her room to molest her! You shameful pedophile, stay away from me!"
Xiaobai covered her small chest in horror, yet her feet didn't move an inch; she remained sitting securely on Ye Shu's shoulder.
"Shut up!"
Ye Shu's face didn't flush, nor did his heart skip a beat. He kept a straight face and said, "What do you know? I was paying homage to the classics, understand? Paying homage to the classics!"
"Besides, when I first crossed over."
"Didn't I lack an understanding of what spiritual energy was? Didn't I need to find someone as a test subject? Furthermore, I wasn't molesting her; I was using spiritual energy to nourish her meridians, do you understand?"
"Nourish her meridians!"
"You huge pervert! Now that she's come knocking on your door, you still want to deny it," Xiaobai grabbed his neck and said through gritted teeth, "I don't recall raising such a wicked Child of Destiny; you're just a massive pervert!"
With his dark history dug up, Ye Shu was out of options.
It was quite funny, actually.
Back when he first arrived in this world, starting off with a transmigration, four great families, a remote border town, an arranged marriage from childhood, and a little girl inexplicably sent to his family.
Wasn't this exactly the same as Battle Through the Heavens?
So Ye Shu resolutely chose to... pay his respects to the legendary grandmaster Xiao Huohuo.
And now...
Unlike Dan Xia, those were unwarranted false memories, or rather, future memories for them—things that hadn't happened yet. But this time, it was something that had actually occurred, something where he had truly wronged her.
Dan Xia, residing within the ring, also noticed this.
So she was very curious. How would this youth, who was always so calm and composed, able to resolve crises with just a few words, talk his way out of this one?
However, he didn't do any of that.
Rustle—
Under the moonlight, the sound of clothing slipping off echoed.
Ye Shu's clothes cascaded down like flowing clouds, revealing a torso that was covered in scars yet still lean and muscular.
Xiaobai blinked, then violently covered her eyes.
"You guy aren't just a pedophile, you're an exhibitionist too!"
Dan Xia, on the other hand, widened her eyes and observed closely, clicking her tongue in amazement. After all, no one knew if she was looking from inside the ring, so it would be a waste not to.
Zhao Zhixia's pupils shrank. She jerked her head away, a faint blush creeping up her beautiful face, though she couldn't help but steal glances from the corner of her eye. She scolded in embarrassment and anger, "W-what are you doing? Do you think letting me look back at you will cancel it all out?"
"Shameless!"
Ye Shu didn't speak. His right hand indifferently formed a hand seal.
Sword light suddenly flared!
Three hundred and sixty-one sword shadows materialized out of thin air, hovering around him with fierce sword intent.
Snik snik snik—
Bloodied gashes instantly covered Ye Shu's thighs, arms, and entire body, some deep enough to show bone. Blood immediately gushed out, yet he didn't even furrow his brow. With trembling hands, he picked up his clothes from the ground and slowly, methodically put them back on.
Blood stained his garments red.
The snow-like pure white turned into a blood-like crimson.
Ye Shu looked up at Zhao Zhixia and smiled faintly. "Now we owe each other nothing. Can you return the bracelet to me?"
Xiaobai watched from the side, dumbfounded.
Not shocked by Ye Shu's boldness.
But shocked by his shamelessness!
This kind of person was the most cunning. Those were clearly injuries left behind from breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage, yet he forcefully claimed he cut himself to pay off his debt.
But regardless.
He only touched a little brat's body, and now he was using hundreds of wounds to compensate.
Rounding it up, it was practically equivalent to death by a thousand cuts.
It should be considered settled, right?
However, just as she thought the matter was over.
Whoosh!
The wind picked up.
A dark silhouette emerged like mist, instantly arriving in front of Ye Shu. It grabbed him by the neck and hoisted him high into the air. With icy eyes, it said, "My young miss has a body worth its weight in gold. How could a mere ant like you pay it off by giving yourself a few scratches? The fact that you are still standing here at this very moment is something you should feel fortunate and grateful for!"
"If not for the young miss's favor, you would already be a dead man."
"You live in a remote border town, cornered off from the world, with a narrow vision. Because you were once praised a few times as a genius, you felt your aptitude was supreme and looked down on everyone else. Little did you know that there is always someone better, and a sky beyond the sky."
"For a nobody like you, if not for a stroke of luck, let alone touching my young miss, you wouldn't even be able to catch a glimpse of her. Even meeting me would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens!"
"How can a frog in a well behold the vast sky?"
"If you were in the prosperous lands of the Central State and had even an ounce of knowledge, seeing me would be like a firefly seeing the bright moon."
The Shadow Guard gripped his neck, its words dripping with absolute sarcasm.
All the anger previously pent up at Ye Zhan's place was completely vented onto Ye Shu.
As for the young miss's punishment?
Didn't you see this brat just cut himself hundreds of times and the young miss remained indifferent? In the past, she would have stepped forward to stop it long ago. Now that the young miss had thought things through, he could act without any scruples.
Creak...
Ye Shu was held high in the air, yet his expression remained indifferent.
There wasn't a single trace of fear in his eyes. On the contrary, because he was positioned higher up, the Shadow Guard actually saw a hint of condescension in his gaze.
"This brat..." The Shadow Guard gritted his teeth.
It was this look again, exactly the same as his old man's.
It was truly infuriating!
"Shadow Guard, let him go."
Zhao Zhixia's voice rang out.
"Miss..." The Shadow Guard gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, but obediently loosened his grip and retreated into the shadows.
Ye Shu fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"Shu'er, are you alright?" Dan Xia inside the ring felt a pang of heartache.
If Shu'er hadn't stopped her in his mind just now.
She would have long since taken action to teach that ungrateful thing a lesson.
"I'm fine," Ye Shu shook his head.
He looked up, only to see that Zhao Zhixia had already come to his side. She reached out her hand, palm open, and a simple wooden bracelet lay quietly in her hand.
"I'm returning it to you."
"From now on, we owe each other nothing."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.”
