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."
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
