What on earth is going on here?
However.
Just as she couldn’t figure out why things had turned out this way, Zhao Qi suddenly erupted, releasing an overwhelming aura from his entire body.
“I’ve had enough of this kind of life these past few days!”
“After enduring humiliation for so long, I’ve finally found my chance.”
“I have to admit, the spiritual energy here is so abundant that it allowed me to break through a realm I wouldn’t have been able to reach in a hundred years.”
“Hahaha, you didn’t see this coming, did you?”
“I really owe it all to you.”
“But I also understand that even with my current strength, I’m still no match for that damned skeleton. I’ll have to continue lying low and playing the obedient dog. But the strange thing is, that damned skeleton stopped paying attention to me and handed me over to a piece of trash like you.”
“I couldn’t escape from that damned skeleton, but do you really think I can’t escape from you?”
“Hahaha!”
“You filthy dung carrier, you lowly ant, how dare you order me around? You’ve got some nerve!”
“I’ve been bottling up all this frustration with nowhere to vent it, so you, this pathetic dung carrier, will be the first to taste my wrath!”
In mid-air.
Zhao Qi grew more and more excited as he spoke, his aura expanding and spreading in all directions, exerting immense pressure on everyone around.
“So strong!”
Bai Mei stared at Zhao Qi in shock.
They were both part of the younger generation, yet the gap between them was like heaven and earth. Is this what it means to be a disciple of the Dao Sect?
Though she didn’t understand what had happened or what kind of misunderstanding had occurred, she could tell that the dung-carrying uncle in front of her was about to die.
With his aura surging, Zhao Qi’s face twisted into a ferocious expression. Gritting his teeth, he unleashed a devastating palm strike.
This strike carried all the rage and humiliation he had endured during his time here.
“Dung carrier, die!”
Zhao Qi sneered coldly, his momentum reaching its peak. In his eyes, Lu DaSheng was already a dead man.
However.
Lu DaSheng merely glanced at him with an expressionless face.
He clicked his tongue.
His face showed impatience as he casually swung his dung scoop.
The dung scoop smashed directly onto Zhao Qi’s head.
The once-overwhelming Zhao Qi, who had been brimming with power and confidence, now deflated like a punctured balloon. Covered in dung and with a large bump on his head, he collapsed to the ground.
“You little brat, what are you yapping about to me, Old Lu? With your pathetic skills, even a random auntie on this island could beat you. What are you showing off for?”
“Bang!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of oversized dung buckets landed right next to Zhao Qi’s face as he lay on the ground.
“I’ll give you a number.”
“Three hundred loads!”
“If you don’t finish, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”
Lu DaSheng rolled his eyes, not even bothering to look at Zhao Qi, and walked away.
On the ground.
Zhao Qi foamed at the mouth.
His eyes were filled with disbelief and resentment, his sense of defeat reaching an indescribable level.
He had lain low for so long, finally managed to break through in secret, escaped from the grasp of that damned skeleton, and found a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Yet, he had been defeated by a dung-carrying old man?
And with just a casual swing of a dung scoop?
He was utterly dumbfounded.
Looking up at the oversized dung buckets, he fainted on the spot.
Beside him, Bai Mei, who had witnessed the entire scene, was completely stunned.
That seemingly weak dung-carrying old man was actually this strong?
He had defeated Zhao Qi in an instant…
“Su… Su Yu’er, was that old man the island’s master?” Bai Mei couldn’t help but ask.
“The island’s master?”
“You’re overthinking it. He’s just a dung carrier,” Su Yu’er said nonchalantly.
Bai Mei choked on her words.
Someone this strong was just a dung carrier?
Involuntarily, she recalled the torch Su Yu’er was holding and the island shrouded in black mist. It dawned on her that everything about this island seemed extraordinary.
But at the same time, her heart grew uneasy.
If that so-called “Brother Skeleton” came from a place like this, his status, strength, and position must be extraordinary, right?
Had she just escaped from the wolf’s den only to fall into the tiger’s mouth?
Just as she was filled with anxiety, several figures descended from the sky.
The first thing that caught her attention.
Was a pair of brand-new bean shoes.
Faded jeans with holes.
And a tight, cropped shirt.
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'!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
