Not a single penny on him, because the person who helped him register his contact information had already transferred a lot of money to his WeChat and taught him how to use it.
In his worldview, money didn’t mean much, as there was no need to spend it in the temple.
To him, paying someone might just be the process of buying something from others.
As he walked down the street, he passed five mobile phone stores.
...
Su Ze walked out of the bathroom shirtless, his muscles sharply defined, lean but not bulky. He grabbed a towel to dry his white-haired arms, the lines of his muscles intertwined like steel cables, as finely crafted as a stone sculpture!
"Ah! Pervert!" Mo Ziang covered his face with both hands, peeking through the gaps between his fingers.
"I’m wearing pants, how can I be a pervert?" Su Ze tugged at his black trousers, then suddenly grabbed the waistband, his smile turning sinister. "You see, real perverts don’t wear pants at all!"
Su Ze started pulling down his pants!
Mo Ziang’s jaw dropped in shock, and he buried himself under the blanket, screaming in terror, "Bro, don’t do it!"
"Today, you won’t escape from me! Hehehe!" Su Ze laughed maniacally as he pounced on the little white mountain of blankets Mo Ziang had formed with his body.
What followed was a classic chase scene: he ran, he chased, and there was no escape!
To be fair, Su Ze wasn’t that much of a pervert... at least he didn’t take off his pants.
The room was filled with laughter.
Men just have this natural way of bonding, as if it’s ingrained in their DNA.
Su Ze stood shirtless on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.
Mo Ziang hung upside down from the railing, the ash from his cigarette falling onto the neon-lit streets below, turning into specks of dust that vanished into the wind.
Above him was the bustling street, with countless beams of light and flashing neon signs painting the vibrant cityscape.
"Tomorrow, we’re entering the secret realm. Aren’t you even a little nervous?" Su Ze asked.
"The money from above has already been received by my sister and younger sister. If I die, they’ll get double the amount."
Mo Ziang, still hanging upside down, spread his arms like a bird embracing the sky, ready to take flight:
"Why should I be nervous? Whether I live or die, they’ll be happy, and that’s enough for me."
"That’s some mindset you’ve got!" Su Ze felt a pang of fear.
Entering the secret realm with a teammate who had no will to survive could seriously mess with his own mentality.
"Just kidding," Mo Ziang waved his hand. "If I’m alive, they’ll be happy. If I die, they’ll be sad. I don’t want to make them cry."
...
Early in the morning.
Su Ze and Mo Ziang were eating soy milk and fried dough sticks at a breakfast stall.
"Amitabha, dear benefactors, could this humble monk beg for some alms?" A rather disheveled-looking monk clasped his hands together.
"Benefactors?" Mo Ziang was confused, quickly patting his pockets and muttering, "What did I lose?"
"Benefactors?" Mo Ziang pointed at Su Ze, "Did you lose something?"
"Cut it out," Su Ze rolled his eyes and patted the empty chair beside him. "Sit down and eat with us."
"Amitabha, the benefactor truly has the heart of a Bodhisattva," the monk praised, sitting down and immediately grabbing three fried dough sticks, shoving them into his mouth!
In just a few seconds, the monk devoured the three dough sticks, then grabbed Su Ze’s soy milk and chugged it down!
The monk paused for a moment, raised the soy milk high, coughed a few times, and then continued gulping it down!
Su Ze was stunned, patting the monk’s back to help him catch his breath. "Dude, slow down. Where did you escape from?"
"Is the mountain that short on food?" Mo Ziang scratched his head. "Forcing a monk to come down like this."
The young monk finished the soy milk, put down the bowl, and clasped his hands together. "Thank you... *burp*... benefactor... *burp*... for your... *burp*... hospitality!"
Su Ze: "..."
Mo Ziang: "..."
"Has he not arrived yet?" Su Ze checked his phone and saw Mo Ziang constantly tagging ‘Smart Ikkyu’ in the group chat, spamming a bunch of nonsense.
"He’s not even replying," Mo Ziang threw his phone on the table, visibly annoyed. "I hate people who stand me up and those who don’t let me stand them up!"
Su Ze: "..."
He suddenly felt relieved that he hadn’t joined the Ghost Officers.
The mark on his arm was almost full, and he estimated that they’d enter the secret realm in about an hour, but the person still hadn’t shown up.
Su Ze was also a bit frustrated. "We agreed to meet yesterday, and now it’s today. I haven’t even seen what he looks like, and he’s gone missing."
Su Ze didn’t like talking behind people’s backs, but Smart Ikkyu’s behavior really irked him.
They were about to enter the secret realm, and he hadn’t even met the guy. This was a matter of life and death! At least show up so they could get to know each other and increase their chances of survival in the secret realm!
"A man’s word is as good as gold," the young monk sighed. "To promise and then break it is not the act of a true man!"
The monk, named Xuanyuan Jin, feeling indebted after eating their food, also expressed his anger at the behavior of the person Su Ze and Mo Ziang were talking about.
"Exactly," Mo Ziang nodded in agreement, gritting his teeth. "I’m going to curse him with the most evil curse I can think of!"
Both Su Ze and Xuanyuan Jin looked at Mo Ziang.
"I curse him to... uh," Mo Ziang scratched his head. "I’ll think of it and tell you later."
Su Ze: "..."
Xuanyuan Jin: "..."
"Let this humble monk take on the role of the villain for you," Xuanyuan Jin took a deep breath. "I curse him to always hit his target, every single time!"
Su Ze and Mo Ziang: "???"
"What kind of curse is that?" Su Ze was speechless.
"Watch this!" Mo Ziang slammed the table! Judging by his sinister grin, he had come up with something truly evil!
Under the gaze of Su Ze and Xuanyuan Jin, he slowly said, "I curse him to only ever eat the strawberry butts his girlfriend gives him! Never the strawberry tips!"
"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Xuanyuan Jin clapped. "This curse also subtly implies that he has a partner, which means his quality of life must be terrible! Hahaha—"
Su Ze lowered his head to play with his phone, starting to worry that their madness might be contagious.
Speaking of which, since he got together with his little sweetheart, his quality of life hadn’t dropped at all. What was wrong with this logic?
It had to be said, Mo Ziang and this monk really hit it off, getting along like two patients in the same ward.
"One, two, three, are we all here?" A young man walked over, casually picking up a fried dough stick from the table and taking a bite. "Your Blue Planet’s food is delicious, but after traveling so many countries, Huaxia’s is the best."
"Especially these street stalls, so fragrant," the young man continued eating as he spoke. "All those high-end restaurants? Just scams for dumb foreigners!"
"Honestly, you guys are so inconsiderate!" The young man started chastising the three of them. "Your country has so much good food, and you didn’t even tell me. I had to travel so many places to figure this out."
"Who knows if I’ll ever get to come back here again. I should stock up on some food to take back with me."
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?!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
