The mountain path was a bit rugged, but Yun Ying pushed the wheelchair steadily. Apart from that one intentional jolt, he barely caused Su Ji to feel any bumps.
"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Su, you escaped from the Wasteland, didn't you?" Yun Ying suddenly spoke again.
"You could say that. I already told your senior sister, didn't she tell you?" Su Ji answered vaguely.
"Things aren't peaceful over there right now." Yun Ying stared ahead, almost as if talking to himself. "I hear a lot of people have died. Not only was the mine destroyed, but the escaped slave laborers are causing chaos everywhere. Even those clansmen cultivators who usually throw their weight around have been slaughtered, their blood flowing like a river."
He paused, then his gaze suddenly fell on Su Ji's hands, which rested on the blanket.
All told, Su Ji had been cultivating for less than a year.
There were none of those thick knuckles or calluses that came from years of gripping a weapon.
"Brother Su's hands don't look like a miner's hands either," Yun Ying said.
Su Ji's heart stirred slightly.
This kid was testing him.
Su Ji replied with a completely unfazed expression, "That's just because I'm a spell cultivator. Not like you, Young Master Yun, coddled here in this immortal mountain paradise, with hands smoother than a young lady's."
Yun Ying didn't take offense; he just let out a soft laugh. "Brother Su's tongue is sharper than most people's blades."
"Touche."
Su Ji squinted at him and gave a low whistle. "Every word out of your mouth has a hook in it. On the surface you're all polite, but every sentence is a dig. For days now, I've been wondering why your sect is called the Yin-Yang Sect."
"Now I get it."
"So this 'Yin and Yang' thing isn't about some grand cosmic truth—it's about your family's traditional brand of passive-aggressive sarcasm, huh?"
Yun Ying's hand pushing the wheelchair paused briefly.
He looked down at Su Ji, a flicker of surprise in those clear eyes, which then softened into a helpless smile.
"Brother Su jokes. I can't represent the sect."
"I just... have a habit of saying the unpleasant things up front."
Yun Ying resumed pushing the wheelchair, his voice lowering a bit. "Senior Sister is kind-hearted and trusts people too easily. Over the years, she's brought back countless strays—cats and dogs, this one and that one—to the mountain."
"Some were grateful and left after their debts were repaid."
"But there were others with ill intentions. They broke her heart."
As he said this, a trace of barely perceptible chill crept into Yun Ying's tone.
"So I don't have any special demands for you, Brother Su."
"Heal up, then leave as soon as possible."
"I don't ask that you repay us for anything. I just ask that you don't cause her trouble and don't make her sad."
Listening to this, Su Ji actually gained some respect for this kid.
Sure, his mouth was caustic and his mind calculating, but when it came to protecting that naive senior sister, he was genuine and sincere.
"Alright, alright, I get it. You've got your protective instincts," Su Ji waved a hand dismissively, looking disgusted. "Why all the beating around the bush? After all that buildup, isn't this exactly what you wanted to say?"
"Can't you just speak plainly?"
"What, are you afraid I'll try to steal her away?"
Su Ji turned his head, staring into Yun Ying's eyes, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"You really like that silly girl, don't you!"
As these words left his mouth, the air seemed to still.
Even the wind around them appeared to stop.
Yun Ying's face, always bearing that proper smile, froze for a rare moment.
His earlobes reddened at a visible pace, spreading all the way down to his neck.
But he didn't deny it.
Nor did he react with the anger and embarrassment of a young man whose secret had been exposed.
Instead, he just kept pushing the wheelchair, slowly moving through the trees.
The snow underfoot made a crunching sound.
A long moment passed.
Then Yun Ying let out a soft sigh.
He lifted his head, gazing at the snow-covered peaks in the distance, his eyes holding a tenderness Su Ji had never seen before.
A tenderness that looked as if it could melt the very snowstorm around them.
"She is the light in this chaotic sea of stars," Yun Ying said, his voice soft yet steady.
The mountain wind tousled the young man's tied-up hair. His sect's black-and-white robe swayed gently in the breeze.
His face still carried a touch of youth, yet it also bore a calm that came from experience.
At that moment.
Watching this boy pushing the wheelchair, a phrase popped into Su Ji's mind.
A man like jade, flawless and true.
"Tch."
Su Ji clicked his tongue, feeling a bitter taste rising up.
"If she's the light, then what are you?" Su Ji asked with irritation. "A moth chasing the flame?"
Yun Ying smiled but didn't answer.
He pushed Su Ji to a spot by a boulder at the bottom of a slope on the cliff's edge and stopped.
From there, they could see the view below.
It was a sea of clouds stretching endlessly, with a few peaks poking through like something out of a fairyland.
"Brother Su," Yun Ying suddenly spoke, his tone turning serious.
"Since you're from the Wasteland, you should know the rules there."
"The strong prey on the weak; survival of the fittest."
"This Chaotic Sea of Stars has the word 'chaotic' in its name for a reason—it's clearly no place of good custom."
He pointed toward the deceptively peaceful sea of clouds below.
"There are no rules here, only fists."
"Although the Yin-Yang Sect bears the title of a sect... in truth, there are barely a hundred people in the whole sect, counting everyone."
Su Ji was stunned.
He'd guessed the sect was small, but he never imagined it was this destitute.
For comparison, even the handyman disciples at Si Men Sect numbered over a thousand.
Su Ji's eyes widened. "Then how do you manage to survive in this Chaotic Sea of Stars?"
"Because we're poor," Yun Ying answered with unabashed honesty.
"The Empty Hanging Mountain has no spirit veins, no rare treasures—just a pile of rocks and a bunch of snow."
"The big powers don't bother with it, and the small powers can't break through the protective mountain formation the master laid down."
"So we've managed to scrape by until now."
At this point, Yun Ying turned to face Su Ji.
"So, Brother Su, if you really do stir up some huge trouble..."
"Don't ever count on us to shield you."
"We can't take it."
Su Ji looked into his earnest eyes and was silent for a moment.
"Don't worry."
"If some enemy does come after me..."
Su Ji slapped the hard armrest of the wheelchair.
"I'll just ride this thing over here and take a detour out the side."
Yun Ying was amused by his unserious reply and shook his head helplessly.
Just as the two were about to head back.
BOOM—!!!
A thunderous roar suddenly erupted from the direction at the foot of the mountain.
Immediately after, a streak of light, carrying a frantic aura, shot out from the sea of clouds and raced straight up toward the mountain peak.
"Junior Brother! Help!!!"
Yun Yao's unmistakable booming voice carried all the way from afar.
Yun Ying's expression shifted instantly.
"Senior Sister?!"
Without sparing a thought for Su Ji, he moved his feet, and his entire body turned into a blur as he sprang to meet her.
Su Ji, sitting in the wheelchair, felt a sudden pang of foreboding.
Wasn't this a downhill slope?
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】
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
