"Free combat? Or no-holds-barred fighting?" Ye Chuan didn't care much about any rules. He simply shrugged with indifference and said, "Sure, since the money's already been transferred, anytime is fine."
With his impending Heavenly-level Foundation Establishment, earning an extra 200,000 was a nice bonus. The more opponents, the better.
"Then this afternoon, same place as usual. I’m looking forward to it," Jin Zhengxi said before turning away. He paused mid-step, a sly smirk curling at the corner of his lips. "Don’t run away."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan couldn’t help but chuckle before flipping Jin Zhengxi the bird.
Jin Zhengxi’s expression darkened instantly when he saw Ye Chuan’s middle finger raised at him.
He was going to teach this arrogant brat the price of his recklessness!
...
"Big bro, you have to win. Don’t underestimate that guy—he’s weirdly strong," Huang Haotian warned. Having suffered at Ye Chuan’s hands before, he knew firsthand that the guy was no pushover.
That scorching-hot leg of his didn’t even seem like something a normal human could possess.
Though he had more faith in Jin Zhengxi, he couldn’t help but voice his concerns.
Jin Zhengxi grew increasingly irritated by Huang Haotian’s repeated warnings.
"Huang Haotian, do you really have so little confidence in me?"
Huang Haotian immediately shook his head, panic flashing across his face. "No, big bro, of course I believe in you! I just don’t want you to get caught off guard."
"Then shut up and watch how I deal with him!" Jin Zhengxi waved him off impatiently.
Seeing that Jin Zhengxi wouldn’t listen, Huang Haotian had no choice but to keep quiet. Pushing further would only earn him a beating.
Meanwhile, Ye Chuan returned to the classroom with Luo Xi.
"Xiao Yu, are you still running bets?" As soon as he entered, Ye Chuan went straight to An Shiyu to ask. With more capital now, he could place bigger bets and rake in a decent profit—even if the odds were low, a 10% return was still something.
An Shiyu propped her chin on one hand, lazily spinning a pen between her fingers. "Nope. Got warned. They said gambling isn’t allowed on campus, so no more next time."
Ye Chuan was surprised. Was she really going to obey just like that?
He lowered his voice. "Seriously? No more at all?"
An Shiyu shot him a sidelong glance. "A little private action isn’t out of the question, but with fewer participants, there’s no real profit. You can’t expect me, the bookie, to lose money, can you?"
Hearing that, Ye Chuan gave up. Still, 200,000 was a decent haul.
He wondered if Huang Haotian would let him milk him a few more times.
After sitting back down at his desk, Luo Xi leaned in and whispered,
"Chuan, so your grandpa left you over 400,000?"
No wonder Ye Chuan had suddenly become so well-off lately.
In Luo Xi’s eyes, 400,000 was an enormous sum—especially since they were just college students. Most people their age still relied on their families for living expenses, having no income of their own.
Ye Chuan grinned at her reaction. "I’ll make even more in the future. Just you wait."
Luo Xi nodded repeatedly, "I believe it. My mom said you’ll either strike it rich or end up in jail someday."
Ye Chuan: "..."
The morning classes were a bit dull for Ye Chuan. When the teacher wasn’t paying attention to him, he casually laid his head on Luo Xi’s lap, enjoying the softness beneath him. With a yawn, he decided to take a quick nap.
Luckily, Luo Xi’s ample "Slimes" were large enough to block the harsh sunlight when he glanced upward.
Breathing in the faint fragrance around him, Ye Chuan soon drifted off to sleep.
By the time he woke up, class was already over. Students passing through the hallway shot him envious and resentful looks as they saw him comfortably resting on Luo Xi’s lap.
Their expressions seemed to say—
What makes this guy so special?
"Chuan Chuan, you’re awake! I need to use the restroom," Luo Xi said, poking his cheek playfully before flashing him a sweet smile.
Ye Chuan checked the time and sat up with a stretch.
Luo Xi stood as well, though her legs had gone numb from being his pillow. She winced slightly and rubbed her thighs to ease the discomfort.
Seeing this, Ye Chuan asked, "Why didn’t you wake me up if your legs were numb?"
Luo Xi simply shook her head. "You looked so peaceful, and class was almost over anyway. I wanted you to sleep a little longer."
Ye Chuan held out his hand. "Here, let me massage them for you."
Luo Xi glanced around before resting her legs on his lap. "Daddy, give me a rub!"
With a chuckle, Ye Chuan began kneading her thighs, subtly channeling his spiritual energy to soothe her muscles and blood vessels. Luo Xi soon felt warmth and a tingling sensation wherever he touched, the fatigue gradually melting away.
Before long, the soreness in her legs had completely vanished.
She blinked in surprise.
Did Chuan Chuan have a hidden talent for massage?
"All done," Ye Chuan said, withdrawing his hands.
Luo Xi seemed reluctant for it to end, wiggling her legs slightly on his lap. "That’s it?"
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "I just helped with your sore legs. Didn’t you say you needed the restroom?"
After a pause, he added with a smirk, "If you like it, I can give you a full massage next time—every inch of you."
Luo Xi’s cheeks flushed pink as she let out a soft "Oh," suddenly remembering her original task.
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The day’s schedule wasn’t too packed. After a short break in the afternoon, Ye Chuan headed to the familiar gymnasium for his next two classes.
This time, the crowd was much smaller—just a handful of spectators, along with members of the Taekwondo and MMA clubs.
The Taekwondo team hadn’t made a big fuss about it, only inviting a select few to watch.
The moment Ye Chuan stepped in, he felt the weight of everyone’s gazes.
Huh.
"Not as many people as last time," he mused, his eyes eventually landing on Jin Zhengxi standing atop the platform.
The latter curled a finger at him. "Hey, brat! Come here and face your punishment. I’ll teach you how to respect your seniors."
"Go get ’em, Chuan Chuan!" Luo Xi cheered from the sidelines.
Ye Chuan gave a brief nod before leaping onto the platform in one swift motion.
"Wasn't the former Taekwondo club president that super-skilled Korean guy?"
"Who knows? They all just kick wooden boards anyway—the King of Board Kickers or something."
"Whatever, I'm definitely not buying it this time."
The audience below began murmuring among themselves.
"Not bad. You actually didn't run away," Jin Zhengxi grinned when he saw Ye Chuan step forward.
"Why would I run? I'm not the one getting beaten up," Ye Chuan shrugged.
Even Jin Zhengxi, who was used to trash talk, felt his composure waver for a moment at Ye Chuan's words—though he quickly steadied himself.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
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.”
