This was no mere portrait.
This was a work of art!
The person in the painting had a scar across his face, eyes like bronze bells, and a ferocious expression. The only thing missing was the words "I’m a total villain" written on his forehead.
Aside from the spear in his hand, which had a bit of artistic flair, the rest of the painting had nothing in common with Su Ji himself. It wasn’t just off—it was completely unrelated.
Even if someone like Yun Yao, who had only met him a few days ago, tried to match it, it wouldn’t work.
Even Su Ji himself, looking in a mirror, wouldn’t dare claim that was him.
Solid.
The heavy stone in Su Ji’s heart crashed to the ground with a thunderous clatter.
But he couldn’t let that show on his face.
So Su Ji stared at the wanted poster, his pupils contracting slightly. The paper in his hand began to tremble violently, as if he’d glimpsed some monstrous threat.
“This…”
He slowly raised his head, looking at Yun Yao and Yun Ying. His face was written with fear and lingering dread, and his voice came out shaky.
“It’s him…”
“I crossed paths with him while I was fleeing for my life. All these wounds I have now—they’re from a single casual slap he gave me…”
“If he hadn’t been occupied with a bigger enemy at the time… I probably wouldn’t even have had the chance to crawl away alive.”
Su Ji pointed at the portrait, his expression full of righteous indignation.
“The Diving Court Mountain folks sure have bad luck, picking a fight with that kind of demon.”
“Young Master Yun is right. That sort of heartless monster… we’d better pray we never run into him!”
“If we did, the likes of us low-level cultivators wouldn’t even be enough to fill his teeth.”
Yun Yao nodded vigorously from the side, completely convinced.
“Yeah, yeah! I think he looks way too vicious too!”
“I heard he casually brutalizes even Nascent Soul prodigies. With our meager skills, we’d be in for a world of pain if we ran into him.”
“Fellow Daoist Su, you’d better stay off the mountain these days. If you have to, crank up the protective formation a notch!”
The two of them went back and forth, tearing into that “Su Hao” persona, making him sound like a demon who devoured people whole.
Only Yun Ying remained silent.
His cold, clear eyes swept back and forth between Su Ji’s face and the wanted poster several times.
Even if the portrait didn’t match.
Even though Su Ji’s current state was pitiful.
Still…
Intuition.
A strange, instinctive feeling unique to cultivators told him something wasn’t right.
How could it be this coincidental?
The Great Wilderness had just faced a catastrophe, and then they just happened to pick up a mysterious Ascender from the mountainside—one who had also escaped from the Great Wilderness?
“However…”
Yun Ying suddenly spoke, cutting off Su Ji and Yun Yao’s mutual condemnation session.
He stepped forward, stopping right beside the wheelchair. He looked down at Su Ji from that angle, deliberately blocking his view of Yun Yao and casting an intangible sense of pressure.
“Brother Su…”
Yun Ying’s voice was soft, but every word was sharp and clear.
“If I’m not mistaken…”
“You’re also an Ascender…”
“You also fled from the Great Wilderness…”
“What’s more…”
Yun Ying extended a finger and tapped the line on the wanted poster referring to Su Hao.
“That is to say, Su Hao might be disguised, might have concealed his aura, or might even be seriously wounded…”
“What’s more—you both share the surname Su.”
“Brother Su, don’t you think…”
“That’s an awful lot of coincidences?”
Yun Yao blinked, looking between her junior brother and Su Ji, a bit slow on the uptake.
“Junior Brother, what do you mean?”
“You’re not suggesting Fellow Daoist Su is that great demon, are you?”
“How could that be!”
Yun Yao pointed at Su Ji’s pale but handsome face, her expression incredulous.
“Look at Fellow Daoist Su’s appearance—gentle and frail, can’t even sit steady in a wheelchair. Where does he look like that vicious, murderous madman?”
“Besides, that Su Hao is an expert with a spear. Fellow Daoist Su… just look at his hands; he’s clearly a spell cultivator, isn’t he?”
Yun Ying ignored his senior sister’s bluster.
He just kept staring intently into Su Ji’s eyes, trying to catch a flicker of panic or guilt.
“Paintings aren’t necessarily accurate.”
“People can be disguised, too.”
“But…”
“Some things can’t be hidden.”
Yun Ying’s hand silently moved to the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The atmosphere tightened abruptly.
Su Ji looked at Yun Ying.
This kid was really tough to deal with.
He had no evidence, but that razor-sharp intuition was almost frighteningly accurate.
If it had been anyone with weaker nerves, they’d have blown their cover by now from the bluff.
But who was Su Ji?
This little scene wasn’t about to make him crack.
“Hah…”
Su Ji suddenly let out a laugh.
“If I had that kind of skill…”
“Would I be sitting here?”
“Would you dare stick me in this ass-bruising excuse for a wheelchair?”
“I’d have already run you through with one spear thrust.”
Su Ji slapped the hard armrest, making a crisp slapping sound.
“If I had that kind of power…”
“I’d have long gone to some cave heaven with abundant spiritual energy to heal myself. Would I be rotting away on your broke, bare-as-bones Empty Hanging Mountain?”
Su Ji spread his hands, his face full of self-mockery.
“Young Master Yun, I know you’re cautious.”
“But you can’t just shove every dirty pot onto my head, can you?”
“If you really can’t relax…”
Su Ji thrust his neck forward.
“Then take my head right now and claim the reward from the Divine Court Mountain.”
“If they accept it, that means you’ve got good eyes.”
“If they don’t… that’ll depend on whether the Divine Court Mountain is in a good mood and willing to let you come back.”
Yun Ying frowned, his hand on the sword hilt tightening and loosening, loosening and tightening.
Logic told him Su Ji was right.
This completely defied common sense.
But still…
“Junior Brother! You’ve gone too far!”
Yun Yao couldn’t take it anymore.
She shoved Yun Ying aside and stood in front of Su Ji like a mother hen protecting her chick.
“Fellow Daoist Su is already this badly injured, and you still have to suspect him!”
“Do you have any sympathy at all?”
“He barely made it out alive, and now you’re flinging accusations at him!”
“Besides, even if he were that Su Hao, the Zhao family was the one that pushed too far! That was self-defense!”
“Don’t you know how things are in the Great Wilderness? Every Ascender who comes up gets grabbed and sent to the mines as a slave.”
“A clan like that getting wiped out? Honestly, they had it coming!”
“As far as I’m concerned, anyone who dares to fight a bully like the Zhao family is a hero!”
Yun Yao—though a bit simple-headed—sometimes seemed to have pretty sound logic.
Yun Ying, yelled down like this by his senior sister, immediately wilted.
He gave a helpless sigh and let go of his sword hilt.
“Senior Sister, I’m just thinking about the sect’s safety…”
“Oh, come off it! I think you’re just jealous he’s better-looking than you!”
Yun Yao snorted, turned around, and started pushing Su Ji’s wheelchair back the way they came.
“Fellow Daoist Su, let’s ignore him. Let’s head back.”
“The wind’s picking up. You’ll catch a chill.”
Su Ji sat in the wheelchair, letting Yun Yao push him back.
As they passed by Yun Ying, he deliberately turned his head and flashed a thoroughly weak smile at the tightly wound young master.
“Young Master Yun, thank you for earlier. That ‘life-saving grace.’”
Yun Ying stared at Su Ji’s face, his molars grinding.
He always felt that this kid was hiding something.
"I'd better not be you…"
Yun Ying muttered under his breath, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
"Otherwise…"
"Even if Senior Sister protects you, I will never stand by and watch the Yin Yang Sect be destroyed because of you."
…
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.
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】
