The Martial Training Hall.
Today's martial arts instruction session had already concluded.
On the bluestone-paved floor, outer sect disciples trained diligently, their sweat pouring down as they practiced. Among them was Wang Hu.
The results of the Ascending Stairway Trial were not determined by the highest step one reached, but by the final step one stood upon.
Despite enduring excruciating pain to climb further, he had still only been assigned to the outer sect.
And it was all because of one person!
"He must have used some trick to deceive the Ascending Stairway!"
"One day, I'll expose him for what he really is."
Thud—thud—
He pounded the sandbag as if it were the very person who filled him with resentment.
This was the only way he could vent his anger.
After all, Li Mo was now a true disciple.
Even his cousin, Wang Hao, couldn’t lay a hand on him.
"Junior Brother Wang, your cousin has developed quite a grasp of the Six Harmonies Fist."
"His meridians are open, and he no longer needs my guidance."
A blue-robed outer sect steward remarked with a raised brow.
"Little Hu has always had some talent for fist techniques. He picked up a thing or two from my uncle’s casual training," Wang Hao replied with a smile, though a cold glint flashed at the corner of his lips.
"Like Xiao Qin, he should have been an inner sect disciple."
The steward shook his head, his gaze shifting to a young man in the crowd.
The youth had an ordinary appearance, dressed in simple short robes, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.
He trained meticulously, his entire body drenched in sweat.
"Senior Brother, you’re mistaken. Hu’s talent is far beyond that waste’s level."
"He entered the inner sect in the same batch as me, yet he’s only grown weaker—his qi and blood have nearly regressed to the level of a freshly opened meridian."
Wang Hao’s tone dripped with mockery.
As they spoke, a figure stepped into the sunlight streaming through the hall’s entrance.
A young man in cloud-patterned robes, his smile warm and easygoing.
"Hm?" Wang Hao’s brow twitched.
"Li Mo?"
Wang Hu’s fist tore through the sandbag at the sight of that familiar face.
The other disciples paused their training, confusion written across their faces.
Wasn’t he a true disciple?
Why had he come to the outer sect’s Martial Training Hall?
"Junior Brother Li, I am He Hongfeng. What brings you here...?" The blue-robed steward stood, his manners impeccable.
Li Mo cleared his throat. "Greetings, Senior Brother He. I’ve come to learn some basic martial arts."
He Hongfeng: "?"
A true disciple, coming to the outer sect to learn basic martial arts?
Are you joking?
"This matter... do the elders know?"
"Well, my master is asleep, but Elder Xue sent me here."
Li Mo nodded.
"Master... Elder Shang Wu?"
He Hongfeng’s thoughts drifted to that fiery, palace-robed beauty of an elder, and suddenly, it all made sense.
Ah. That explains it.
The disciples in the hall reacted differently—some gleeful, some pitying, others resentful.
A true disciple, reduced to learning martial arts in the outer sect.
It meant he wasn’t highly regarded...
Which made sense.
The elders all had their own true disciples, and with Ying Bing’s recent rise in prominence, many whispered that she would be the next sect master of Qingyuan Sect. Naturally, the elders flocked around her.
Li Mo, meanwhile, was stuck with a master even dogs would avoid.
Being neglected wasn’t hard to understand.
Among the crowd, the youth named Xiao Qin wiped his sweat, a sigh escaping his lips.
His own situation wasn’t much better.
"Are true disciples not allowed in the outer sect’s Martial Training Hall?"
"The rules don’t forbid it. However, today’s basic fist techniques have already been taught. If you wish to learn, you’ll need to ask the inner sect senior brother responsible for instruction."
He Hongfeng’s duty was to guide outer sect disciples in opening their meridians and refining their qi and blood.
"The inner sect senior brother teaching fist techniques..."
Li Mo followed his gaze and spotted Wang Hao sipping tea nearby.
Wang Hao didn’t even look up, his tone less than welcoming:
"The Martial Training Hall has its rules. I only lead outer sect disciples for one hour each day."
"If you’re late, no exceptions can be made."
Then, as if just noticing, he feigned surprise.
"Junior Brother Li? Aren’t you a true disciple?"
"If you insist on breaking the rules, I suppose I’ll have to make an exception for you."
His words were deliberately provocative.
If Li Mo pressed further, he’d be seen as demanding special treatment.
What might have seemed like a minor request now felt unfair to the others.
"Cousin, true disciples think they’re so special!"
"Even in the outer sect, they should follow the rules!"
Wang Hu played along, acting as the perfect foil.
Though he hadn’t officially become a disciple yet, he was practically guaranteed to be taken under Steward Futu’s wing.
Status-wise, he had no reason to fear Li Mo, an unpopular true disciple.
He Hongfeng stayed silent. As long as no trouble broke out in the hall, he had no intention of getting involved in personal conflicts.
"Alright, alright, you two sound like a comedy duo."
Li Mo waved them off and turned back to He Hongfeng.
"Can I just watch others train? That doesn’t break the rules, does it?"
"Of course not."
"Good."
Li Mo nodded and walked into the hall, scanning the area.
"He seems to be doing well?"
His eyes settled on Xiao Qin in the corner, and he approached.
"Tch... those two, together now."
Wang Hao smirked, watching from the side.
Wang Hu nearly laughed aloud.
Did he think he could learn just by watching? Who did he think he was?
And of all people, he’d chosen the outer sect’s most infamous failure.
"Senior Brother, would you mind if I observed your training?"
Li Mo first offered a respectful bow.
"Xiao Qin. Watch if you want, but I can’t guarantee you’ll learn anything."
Xiao Qin replied gruffly.
Li Mo smiled warmly. "Just focus on your training, Senior Brother Xiao. Pay me no mind."
Xiao Qin’s expression softened slightly.
This young man, despite being a true disciple, didn’t flaunt his status. Instead, he treated an outer sect disciple like him with courtesy.
After enduring so much disdain, he rarely felt such respect from others.
For a moment, he felt a strange kinship with Li Mo.
"Junior Brother, this is the Six Harmonies Fist. I’ll start from the beginning—watch closely."
Xiao Qin slowed his movements deliberately for Li Mo’s sake.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
