Jingwu Special-Class Freshman Apartment, underground training room.
Spacious and brightly lit.
Every wall was made from high-molecular materials designed to absorb impact.
Lin Xiaoxiao gripped the hundred-pound steel spear with both hands. Her knees were slightly bent, and she had assumed a textbook horse stance.
She wore a pure-white, form-fitting training outfit.
By now, her forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
Several strands of her jet-black hair had been dampened by perspiration, clinging limply to her fair cheeks.
With each quickened breath, her chest rose and fell slightly.
“Wrong.”
Su Yu stood less than half a meter away. His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable sternness.
“That’s not how you hold a spear.”
“You’re using too much force.”
“Too much rigidity leads to failure. You’ve tensed the shaft so tightly that all the strength is locked in your arms. None of it can be transmitted to the spearhead.”
Su Yu took a step forward.
He moved directly to Lin Xiaoxiao’s side.
In an instant, the distance between them shrank to almost nothing.
Su Yu extended his right hand.
His broad, warm palm covered the hand Lin Xiaoxiao had wrapped around the spear shaft.
Their skin touched.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s body suddenly stiffened.
A distinctly masculine scent, carrying the faintly refreshing fragrance of shower gel, instantly enveloped her.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Then it began pounding wildly, racing at an astonishing speed!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
In the quiet training room, Lin Xiaoxiao could even imagine Su Yu hearing the drumlike pounding of her heart.
Too close!
She turned her head slightly and could even make out the fine stubble along Su Yu’s hard jawline.
She could feel the warm breath from his words brushing against her ear.
An indescribable, ambiguous atmosphere quickly spread through the air.
The tips of Lin Xiaoxiao’s ears flushed crimson.
Even her fair, slender neck took on an alluring pink hue.
And yet—
Su Yu’s eyes were as deep as an abyss, utterly devoid of emotion.
He was completely immersed in a state of focused instruction.
Serious.
Responsible.
Without the slightest improper thought.
Since he had agreed to teach her, he had to teach her the correct technique.
That was Su Yu’s bottom line in everything he did.
“Relax.”
Su Yu’s low voice sounded beside Lin Xiaoxiao’s ear.
“Follow my strength.”
Holding her hand, he subtly adjusted the angle at which she gripped the spear.
Then, a nearly imperceptible gray-black glimmer flashed through Su Yu’s eyes.
Buzz—
An extremely restrained spear intent, forcibly suppressed to the “Manifestation” level, silently flowed from Su Yu’s palm into the steel spear.
The spear suddenly let out a clear, dragonlike cry!
The hundred-pound steel shaft seemed to come alive at that moment!
“Feel it with your heart.”
Su Yu released her hand and took half a step back.
“Feel the flow of power within the shaft.”
“Don’t look with your eyes. Use your blood and qi, your instincts, to catch it!”
Lin Xiaoxiao abruptly came back to herself.
Suppressing the fluttering in her heart and her embarrassment, she clenched her teeth and focused all her attention on the spear in her hands.
She could feel it clearly!
A will that was exceptionally sharp yet incredibly gentle was guiding the flow of blood and qi within her body.
It traveled upward along her spine—
Through her shoulder, elbow, and wrist—
Until, at last,
all of it converged at the spearhead!
“Thrust!”
Su Yu barked.
“Ha!”
Lin Xiaoxiao let out a delicate cry and, following the guidance of that will, suddenly thrust the spear forward!
Whoosh—!!!
The air was torn apart in an instant!
A visible white shockwave exploded from the spearhead.
The speed and power of this thrust were more than three times greater than when she had practiced blindly on her own.
The steel shaft remained perfectly straight, without the slightest tremor.
Every ounce of force had been transmitted flawlessly to the spearhead!
“This…”
Lin Xiaoxiao remained frozen in the thrusting stance, staring blankly ahead.
Her bright eyes were filled with disbelief.
Had she really just executed such a perfect thrust?
“Remember how that felt.”
Su Yu walked over to the rest area and picked up a towel to wipe his hands.
“Martial intent, put simply, is the ultimate control over power.”
“Swing the spear a thousand times every day.”
“When you can perfectly gather your blood and qi at the spearhead without needing my guidance,”
“your spear technique will have officially entered the elementary stage.”
Su Yu’s voice was indifferent.
But to Lin Xiaoxiao, it sounded like heavenly music.
She lowered the spear and excitedly ran over to Su Yu.
Her pure, beautiful face was flushed with a healthy glow from the strenuous exercise and her excitement.
“Su Yu, you’re incredible!”
Lin Xiaoxiao waved her small fists excitedly.
“For that split second, I felt like I’d really become a master of the spear!”
“That feeling of having complete control over my power was amazing!”
Su Yu smiled and pointed to the sofa nearby.
“Rest for ten minutes first.”
“Rushing won’t get you anywhere.”
Lin Xiaoxiao obediently nodded. She leaned the spear against the wall, then walked over and sat on the sofa.
She casually picked up a bottle of mineral water.
After twisting off the cap,
she gulped down two mouthfuls.
Crystal-clear droplets slid from her fair chin and disappeared into her pure-white training clothes, inviting the imagination.
Lin Xiaoxiao set down the bottle and casually wiped her lips.
As if she had suddenly remembered something, her eyes lit up like two tiny lightbulbs.
“Oh, right!”
“Su Yu!”
Lin Xiaoxiao suddenly leaned toward him, her voice brimming with barely concealed excitement.
“Did you watch the news today?”
“Do you know who Su Yuan is?!”
At the sound of that name,
Su Yu’s hand paused slightly as he raised his cup.
A strange glint flickered through his deep eyes.
But it was quickly concealed perfectly.
“Su Yuan?”
Su Yu took a sip of water, his tone casual.
“I’ve heard about him.”
“It’s caused quite a stir online.”
“What do you mean, ‘quite a stir’?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao raised her voice as if he had just said something unforgivably dismissive.
She jumped straight up from the sofa.
Waving both hands as she spoke, her little face flushed bright red. She was practically vibrating with excitement.
“It’s set off the entire Great Xia, okay?!”
“A Martial Spirit defeating a Martial Saint!”
“No! A Demon Saint!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s voice trembled with excitement, her eyes sparkling with admiration.
“Can you believe it?!”
“A Martial Spirit with only nine hundred thousand units of blood and qi!”
“And he actually crossed the Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Venerable, and Martial Saint realms—four entire major realms!”
“With a single thrust, he reduced a Demon Saint to ashes!”
As she spoke, she waved her arms and imitated the pose of the battered figure shown in the news photographs.
“And I heard that even a projection of an Abyssal Demon Emperor descended at the time!”
“That Senior Su Yuan stood against the Demon Emperor’s pressure and didn’t retreat even half a step!”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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."
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.
