Tu Shan instinctively shut his mouth, and the two things immediately burst in his mouth.
The explosive spicy liquid sprayed out instantly, an indescribable pain sweeping through Tu Shan's mouth and throat.
"Cough cough cough—" Tu Shan bent over, coughing violently, unable to speak a full sentence for a moment.
Chen Zhaoxing sprinted wildly back.
Zhu Yan shrank behind a pillar, watching a thick mass of mist extend forward in the shape of claws, reaching toward the figure of Chen Zhaoxing.
A slight chill crept up Zhu Yan's back, like a snake.
Is this right?
This isn't the normal state of mist, is it?
Good thing he didn't charge straight into the mist and attack Tu Shan.
Good thing he didn't activate [Roleplay] in the mist!
Zhu Yan couldn't help but feel a wave of lingering fear.
He glanced back at Tu Shan, who was still bent over, coughing violently, spitting out the fake cockroach from his mouth.
"Worthless!" A new voice scolded. A figure in a cloak appeared faintly in the thick mist.
"How can you be so useless—how can I support you like this?!"
Zhu Yan quickly shrunk his little body, trying to expose only his eyes.
Of course he recognized that voice—it was the same creepy creature that had pretended to be him earlier.
Hearing it through a door and hearing it directly were two different things.
This "person's" tone and pitch seemed fairly normal, but carried an indescribable stiffness and coldness, like a dead body pretending to be alive, if he had to compare.
In the thick mist, the thing extended its hand, handing something to Tu Shan.
"Drink this, then get the hell out there and catch someone."
Its hooded head stiffly lowered: "That knife of yours should be high-level, right? How can you not even catch that player?"
Tu Shan took the bottle of mineral water, packaging stained with blood, twisted it open, and eagerly gulped down two mouthfuls.
The spiciness that had nearly killed half of him finally subsided. He stood up, burning with rage.
"I'll bring him here," Tu Shan said coldly. "Wait for me, senior."
He walked out of the thick mist, holding the knife, an artificial, saccharine osmanthus scent clinging to him.
Behind him, the thick mist quickly receded into the depths of the corridor.
Zhu Yan hurried to follow, his mind made up.
That hooded creepy creature had only mentioned catching Chen Zhaoxing, without noticing Zhu Yan's presence.
From that, he could deduce that its weird surveillance ability was indeed tied to the mist.
Without mist, it should be possible...
Zhu Yan looked back at the now-clear, deep corridor, then at Tu Shan ahead. Without hesitation, he transformed back into human form and threw on the [Demon Cloak].
"Tu Shan," he mimicked the tone of the fake [Hunter], shouting coldly, "Dad, stop. Where are you going?"
Really, he couldn't help it.
That [Bringing Honor to Ancestors] ability was just too useful!
Tu Shan immediately stopped.
He turned to look at Zhu Yan, his expression becoming dazed, delighted, and obedient.
"Uh, s-senior? Why do you look different?"
"Oh, no... you're my son? You... are you okay?"
Tu Shan's level was too low; calling him "dad" was more than enough.
Zhu Yan didn't want to waste words on him.
"Give me your knife. What is your [Hunter] mission?"
Tu Shan obediently handed over the military blade, then looked at Zhu Yan with a muddled expression.
"My... I have to prepare ingredients for the [Monster Feast]."
Zhu Yan took the heavy military knife from his hands, smirking.
"What level is this weapon?"
Tu Shan tried desperately to widen his eyes.
His mind was churning like a mess of paste.
Something was wrong... something was wrong?
The one in front of him didn't seem like the senior from before, though the vibe was similar...
But he only wanted to give everything he had!
"Level eight."
Unable to resist the urgent desire in his heart, Tu Shan even pulled out five or six campus cards from his pocket, holding them out with both hands.
"Take them. Take them all!"
Zhu Yan accepted them without hesitation.
The next second, the blade pierced through Tu Shan's chest with a wet sound.
Zhu Yan twisted his wrist, flipping the blade and shredding Tu Shan's heart into pulp.
"I should let you die knowing the truth, since you paid me."
Zhu Yan smirked, reverting to his own voice.
"That thing you called 'senior' is a genuine creepy creature."
"As for me—"
Zhu Yan didn't finish, but Tu Shan had already understood.
He remembered that voice, too vividly.
Under the hood, the face was hidden in dark shadows, but the faintly visible nose tip, the mocking curve of the lips, and the jawline...
That slightly pointed chin was raised with considerable arrogance.
"I never thought I'd make such an effort to find a junior like you."
Tu Shan's eyes widened.
How could it be... him?
The effect of [Bringing Honor to Ancestors] hadn't worn off yet. Pain tore at his mind, but his arms hung limply at his sides, unable to muster even a shred of resistance.
Tu Shan's heart was completely shattered.
His pupils began to dilate, and then his head tilted softly. He was dead.
Zhu Yan decisively pulled out the blade; fresh blood and a few shreds of flesh dripped from the edge.
He stuffed Tu Shan's fresh corpse into Feng Qiang's ring with a flick of his mind.
When he reached up and took off the cloak, he had completely taken on Tu Shan's appearance.
Hah.
Tu Shan's five or six campus cards were better than nothing.
Still, if he fed this scumbag's corpse to the "Main Trunk," would he get another chance to resurrect?
Zhu Yan couldn't help but ponder these thoughts as he strolled toward Dorm 106.
He didn't know if Tu Shan had recognized his voice.
But it didn't matter.
If he resurrected after the game ended, he'd kill him again immediately.
The long blade dragged along the ground, making a scraping sound.
Zhu Yan smirked.
Just thinking about what he was about to do while wearing Tu Shan's skin made him want to laugh.
He was sure that after he'd finished his little operation, everyone would want to kill Tu Shan!
...
Inside Dorm 106.
A person now lay on the ground, clearly dead. A small pool of blood had formed beneath his body.
"Will you listen to me now?"
Yang Zhanbai crossed his arms, a scoff tugging at his lips.
"Tu Shan trained you like dogs, and you just accepted it?"
Behind him stood a just-returned Chen Zhaoxing, with pale-faced Xu Tongguang and Qi Yinming.
Chen Zhaoxing wore a look of complete satisfaction, but his expression was tense, eyes darting toward the door now and then.
"Tu Shan is a [Hunter], and we've confirmed it with an ability."
He scanned the room full of people, all with varying expressions.
These guys, with someone backing them up, had just been all bold and cocky.
Now that Yang Zhanbai had taken action, some faces had already turned ingratiating.
"We hope you'll cooperate. You don't dare to kill Tu Shan, but at least don't get in our way."
Zhu Yan stood silently at the door, dragging the military knife.
He mimicked Tu Shan's tone, deliberately drawing out his words.
"Oh? Which one of you wants to kill me?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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!
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!
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.
