Hong Feiheng raised his eyebrows, his irritable mood turning into curiosity, and he was in no hurry to leave.
Human nature is essentially gossip-loving, especially when it comes to gossip around acquaintances - it's even more enticing.
He waited leisurely for Qi Yuan's reaction.
Qi Yuan's expression was unchanged. This would not be difficult to resolve.
However, he never liked to suffer losses. Some things had to be explained clearly.
"To clarify, I haven't met her before today."
"So it's impossible for me to like her."
The punk who had been unsuccessfully pursuing his dream girl all this time gritted his teeth. "Bastard, are you saying..."
But when he heard Qi Yuan's next words, he reluctantly closed his mouth.
"It's not that she's not good enough, it's just that one of my criteria for choosing a spouse is that she should not lose out to me in looks."
In the end, Qi Yuan still left some face for the unfortunate Fujiwara Aka.
To have her secret affection exposed so publicly was truly too embarrassing.
Especially since Fujiwara Aka seemed to be quite a celebrity - her misery was compounded.
This punk had no shame and no consideration for others' need to save face.
"Is this requirement of mine unreasonable?"
The dutiful interpreter's brain turned to mush, operating on pure instinct alone.
His soul nearly drifted out of his mouth.
Without the interpreter's embellishments, Qi Yuan's meaning was conveyed bluntly to those around him.
The onlooking crowd fell silent.
They had previously felt that this guy was a little unappreciative.
He didn't choose the Priestess - who else could he be hoping to choose?!
But when questioned by him, they sank into contemplation.
Was it unreasonable...?
In principle it shouldn't be, but they somehow felt that with his standards, he might never find a wife in future.
They couldn't imagine anyone who could stand by his side without losing out.
In that case, it made sense that the Priestess didn't gain his affection.
Some shook their heads, unwilling to admit the goddess's inferiority, trying instead to make up for it in other areas.
"That's not it. Although the Priestess may not be as good-looking, she is very gentle and powerful."
"That's right. Looks are not important. The Priestess is very strong."
"As long as you can barely stand to look at each other when spending your days together, it's fine. The Priestess has a gentle personality - she's like the quintessential Yamato Nadeshiko."
Do you guys even hear what you're saying?!
Such a pretty young lady was being talked about by them as if she was unbearable to behold. Qi Yuan felt extremely out of place.
The punk was also shocked speechless by Qi Yuan's words. He turned into the Master of Geese, madly going "Uh uh uh."
After stammering for a long time, he still couldn't find any counterarguments, and finally scratched his head in frustration.
"Are your requirements not excessive? Then do I still have a chance?"
Qi Yuan nodded, outwardly affirming his words, while thinking to himself that this silly punk had zero chance.
After letting her lose so much face, it would be impressive if she didn't actively avoid you.
Overjoyed, the punk threw a few punches in the air and bowed solemnly.
"I still want to duel with you. I can feel that you are very strong!"
"Please allow me to witness just how strong one needs to be to gain Miss Fujiwara's favor."
The delinquent king recalled in his mind the words Fujiwara Aka had said to him before.
"What kind of man do I like... Well, a gentle man who can give a sense of security. As for me, looks and family background are not important!"
The delinquent king was extremely confident that he could best Qi Yuan in gentleness.
The only area he had yet to grasp was that of capability.
Having completely heard the inner voice of the delinquent king's mind, Qi Yuan didn't even know what to say.
Brother, she was definitely lying to you about that.
If that were truly the case, you wouldn't be standing here causing me trouble right now.
You have to know, he's only met Fujiwara Aka once in total.
Whether she had an ulterior motive or just liked his looks, in any case it definitely had nothing to do with gentleness or ability.
"I refuse," Qi Yuan rejected bluntly without the slightest hesitation.
He would have to be an idiot to agree to a comparison involving disproportionate risks and rewards.
His current true strength was S-rank; this punk with the airplane-shaped head was the same.
Just now when his goddess was snatched away, the punk didn't even give off any killing intent, let alone agree to just sparring.
On the off chance that something went wrong by accident, all his previous effort would have gone to waste.
Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of an accident, there was no need for him to take the risk.
The potential gains were far too low.
"Why?"
The delinquent king probed to the root of the issue. He looked steadily at Qi Yuan, trying to convey his determination.
As a result, he was met directly with a pair of cold, golden eyes.
Killing intent!
Such strong killing intent!
However...
As the number two delinquent king, he was no pushover either. Sakurajima's strength should not be underestimated!
Behold my might! Allow me to witness your capability!
The endless hell opened up, with hordes of evil ghosts crawling up from beneath the ground. The surrounding earth was enveloped by a paranormal domain.
Volcanoes erupted and magma flowed in the deep ravines.
The skies darkened, thunder roared deafeningly, lightning crackled down in strips...
The skies and earth were entirely enveloped by the domain, endless slaughter brewing within.
This was a fully formed paranormal domain. This guy was an SS-rank paranormal!
Too...too powerful!
At this moment, the punk experienced unprecedented pressure.
His body was torn apart by the ghosts, melted by the magma, pierced through by the lightning bolts.
It was as if he died and revived endlessly within the endless slaughter, repeating this process.
Powerless!
There was absolutely no way to resist such might!
Miss Fujiwara, will I ever gain your favor in this lifetime?
No...
Fantasizing is a sickness that needs treatment!
Even if you subconsciously know that pursuing the goddess is hopeless, there's no need to fantasize about being chopped into pieces right...
Qi Yuan looked at the punk who had lost himself arguing vehemently with the air.
He was just about to say something but swallowed it back down, heaving a deep sigh.
He hadn't even done anything yet.
He only wanted to add some special effects to facilitate bluffing and subduing his opponent.
This punk with the airplane head must have been possessed by some spirit, creating his own imagination out of nothing.
If his opponent had been a monster, Qi Yuan could have harvested a bunch of paranormal domains.
He knew the truth of the situation, but those around them did not.
All they saw was Qi Yuan closing then opening his eyes again, his eye color changing instantly.
Then the delinquent king became utterly frozen in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Given the circumstances, what other explanation could there be? It must have been the work of that man with the golden eyes.
Tsk tsk!
A rare illusion-type paranormal!
Despicable Dragon!
On the surface he rejected, but sinisterly attacked in secret...
If it had been a fair fight, the delinquent king would definitely not have lost!
But they didn't dare to make any noise. With the delinquent king under control, yelling carelessly would only result in their own deaths.
The Priest, who had been watching developments here all along, narrowed his eyes slightly. His previously genial face gradually became serious.
This youngster was very strong!
He couldn't detect when the youngster had made his move at all. There had been absolutely no paranormal energy fluctuations.
The Nine Dark Seats of Dragon Kingdom...
If all of them were of this caliber...
The Priest looked over Hong Feiheng with probing eyes.
This red-haired man had been acting alone with the golden-eyed man this whole time...
Hong Feiheng, also shocked, looked towards Qi Yuan.
As far as he knew, Qi Yuan was a light-type paranormal. How did he suddenly turn into an illusion-type?
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
