"Let me tell you about Aunt Wang's eldest son-in-law—he's no ordinary man."
"With wide, glaring eyes, thick sideburns, and a full beard, he wears tight-fitting clothes year-round, showing off his bulging muscles… dude’s built like a tank."
One of the aunties frowned. "I’ve seen him—he’s definitely muscular, but I don’t recall a beard?"
Cao Cheng glared. What kind of habit was it to interrupt someone mid-sentence?
"Just because he didn’t have one before doesn’t mean he doesn’t now. It’s called performance art—super trendy these days. Ever heard of fashion?"
The aunties nodded in sudden understanding.
Made sense!
And it sounded so sophisticated—performance art, fashion…
Tsk tsk tsk.
Learned something new today!
"But the guy’s a thug," Cao Cheng added.
Gasps erupted around him.
Cao Cheng continued, "Think about it—if the brother-in-law’s like that, how could the younger brother turn out any better? At school, he was practically untouchable. Grades naturally tanked once he started running with that crowd."
Nods all around.
Logical.
Cause and effect.
No wonder he bombed the college entrance exams~~
Cao Cheng said, "Then last night—just last night—Little Zhou got into a fight at the internet café. Wrecked the place. All those computers? Expensive as hell."
"So this morning, Aunt Wang had to cough up a hefty compensation. Even the cops showed up."
"And today, during the day—did you all hear? Aunt Wang’s eldest daughter got into a brawl in the courtyard with some guy."
"Heard about it, heard about it," the crowd chimed in.
Cao Cheng slapped his thigh. "That’s the reason! The guy fighting her? Her boyfriend. I was there."
"See, as an older sister, Zhou really dotes on her little brother. So she went off on her boyfriend. But the guy’s no saint either—total thug. You think he’d back down? Nah. Smacked her right across the face—wham!"
Cao Cheng’s exaggerated gestures made the aunties wince in sympathy. Some even clutched their own cheeks.
Outraged murmurs rose: "What a piece of work, hitting a woman."
"Thugs are all scum."
"Why else would they be thugs?"
"Exactly."
Cao Cheng nodded. "So the siblings ganged up on him, but how could they take on a muscle-bound freak? Both got hurt… Now Aunt Wang’s lecturing her kids. Honestly, discipline’s fine, but she’s going too hard. Sigh. With Uncle Zhou gone, Aunt Wang’s running wild—no mercy beating her own son."
The crowd shook their heads, sighing.
Every family has its struggles.
Since it was Aunt Wang’s business, no one dared interfere.
And so.
The gossip feast was served.
Another juicy entry added to the courtyard’s rumor mill.
The discussion heated up.
Boisterous.
Accompanied by the crisp crack-crack of Cao Cheng munching sunflower seeds.
……
Before long,
A noisy group barged in through the gate.
Clearly outsiders.
Instantly drawing the attention of the courtyard’s intelligence network.
Leading the pack was a slick-backed hair guy, flanked by a bandage-wrapped head case, followed by nearly ten shaved-head thugs.
No weapons in sight, but the vibe screamed trouble.
Cao Cheng’s eyes lit up.
They’re here.
So soon.
He’d expected a two-day wait, but these thugs worked fast.
Same night?
Efficiency puts some government offices to shame.
Wasted talent being thugs.
"Oh dear."
"Everyone, check out the one with the bandaged head and busted face—that’s Aunt Wang’s son-in-law. Brought a whole crew. Looks like they’re here for Aunt Wang."
"After all, this morning, the siblings teamed up on him."
Cao Cheng explained.
One auntie squinted. "That’s him? I remember him—where’s the beard?"
Cao Cheng shot her a sidelong glance. Sharp memory, huh?
"Got injured today. Doctors shaved it off when treating the wounds," Cao Cheng said.
Nods all around.
Makes sense.
Then the aunties lost their cool.
Sure, they were women, but outsiders bullying their courtyard? Over their dead bodies…
"Hold it."
"What’s your business here?"
A tough-looking auntie stood, barking at them.
The lead thug, Kuang Long, shot her a dark look. "None of your damn business. Beat it."
"Well, well~~"
"Little punk, acting tough?"
"Scram, or we’re calling the cops."
The aunties rose as one.
Kuang Long hadn’t expected such unity.
He jabbed a finger. "Last warning. Stay out of it. I’m here for someone. Back off if you wanna live."
Cao Cheng, hidden behind the crowd, smirked.
The thugs pointed menacingly, trying to intimidate the aunties.
Honestly?
It kinda worked.
The aunties wavered.
Ten-odd men versus them?
A brawl would mean getting swarmed.
Their husbands weren’t around—all at home, too far to help.
Nerves set in.
Time for Cao Cheng to shine.
A shadow darted past the aunties.
Cao Cheng launched a flying kick.
His foot connected with Brother Meng Hu’s face.
Too fast to react.
Brother Meng Hu howled, flying backward.
Cao Cheng spat, "Dare cause trouble in our Cotton Mill Compound? You’re begging for a beating."
"Damn it! Get him!" Kuang Long roared, watching his brother crash, bloodied, teeth scattered. He yanked out a knife.
Cao Cheng, powered up since afternoon, moved like a blur.
Close combat?
Child’s play.
Every strike—fist or foot—sent a thug crumpling. Non-lethal, but out cold.
Precision hits.
A chop disarmed Kuang Long. Another to the neck. Kuang Long clutched his throat, face purpling, knees hitting dirt.
……
Blink.
Ten seconds flat.
A dozen thugs littered the ground.
The aunties snapped out of it, grabbing stools, sticks, fans, even sunflower seeds—
Thwack! Bam! Crack!
A frenzied beatdown.
Neighbors poured in to watch—men and women alike.
Cao Cheng’s mind buzzed with notifications. Negative emotions skyrocketed—600 and climbing.
After his opening salvo, he leaned back, snacking on seeds, calculating how to milk this.
Such precious negativity shouldn’t go to waste.
Gotta squeeze these thugs dry.
Mostly for justice’s sake.
In ancient times, Cao Cheng would’ve been a chivalrous hero—protecting the people!
So, marrying Huang Rong? No objections, right?
……
Soon.
The ground was a writhing mess—thugs moaning, covering heads.
The aunties? Radiant. Nothing like a good thrashing to lift spirits.
"Call the cops!"
"Lock these punks up!"
"Daring to mess with our compound? Delusional!"
"Didn’t know you had moves, Xiao Cao."
Cao Cheng smiled and waved his hand. "I know a bit of basic martial arts, but dealing with a few thugs is easy enough. Oh, and everyone, don’t touch their knives—those are evidence. Let the police take them later."
Cao Cheng began organizing everyone to secure the scene.
Soon enough, the police arrived.
The aunties swarmed around the officers, chattering nonstop, their voices overlapping in a chaotic uproar…
Cao Cheng watched as the officers’ expressions shifted—from neutral to shocked, then to pained, and finally to ghostly pale.
Three women make a thousand ducks.
Three old women make five thousand ducks.
And here, there were over a dozen of them…
Surrounding the officers, pelting them with words.
Just imagining the scene—those officers seemed to be under some kind of magical attack, their faces growing paler by the second.
For a brief moment, the officers looked like they wanted to pull out their guns and fire into the air, just to make them all shut up.
It was so damn loud!
Not just loud—impossible to understand a single word.
"Enough! Stop shouting!"
"One at a time!"
"Just shut up—"
A young officer finally snapped, his face red as he barked out the words.
The aunties froze.
Silence—for exactly one second.
Then…
The noise erupted even louder.
"What’s wrong with you, young man? We’re trying to report a crime, and this is your attitude? These thugs blah blah blah—"
"Blah blah blah—"
"…@#!&a;…$)(%&a;%!"
"……"
Now, all the aunties turned their scolding onto the young officer.
He looked like he was about to pass out.
Cao Cheng nearly laughed out loud.
"Alright, everyone, quiet down."
"Step back, all of you!"
Cao Cheng sighed. Seems like he had to step in after all.
Well, what could he do?
A true hero’s duty, and all that.
This neighborhood would have to rely on him from now on.
The moment Cao Cheng spoke, the aunties fell silent, parting to make way for him.
The officers exhaled in relief. Quiet. Finally, quiet.
No voices screaming in their ears… bliss!
As Cao Cheng approached, their eyes filled with gratitude.
And in that moment, they sensed something emanating from him—an unmistakable aura of leadership.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
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!
