“He took my 200,000 and now he’s ghosting me?!”
He paced restlessly around the bathtub.
It had been a full twelve hours since he’d given the order the night before.
Normally, with Old Mo’s efficiency, he should have received photos of Su Yu’s broken legs by dawn today.
But now.
Nothing.
No word at all.
What the hell was going on?
Was he killed or not?
A faint unease began to stir in Zhao Ze’s heart.
The college entrance exam was just around the corner.
If that ungrateful bottom-feeder Su Yu actually made it into the exam hall unscathed, where would Zhao Ze’s face be?
He’d made threats that Su Yu would be lying in a hospital bed for half a month!
“Young Master, please don’t worry.”
A middle-aged man with a sharp look and a thin mustache stepped forward quickly, offering a bathrobe.
This was Zhao Ze’s trusted butler, also the deputy director of the Zhao Family Martial Arts School.
“In my opinion, it’s already done,” the butler said confidently as he helped Zhao Ze into the robe.
“Think about it—what kind of loser is this Su Yu anyway?”
“His blood energy stat is 0.8!”
“A waste like that, even against a formal martial artist like Old Mo, is nothing. One of my rookie apprentices could snap him like a twig with one hand.”
The butler’s face twisted into a sneer.
“How could he fight back?”
“With his head?”
Zhao Ze tightened the robe’s belt, but his brow remained furrowed.
“Then why isn’t Old Mo answering his phone?”
“What if something went wrong?”
He walked over to a leather sofa and sat down, picking up a glass of red wine but too agitated to take a sip.
“What if Old Mo messed up?”
“What if that kid called the police?”
“Impossible!” The butler cut him off firmly.
“Absolutely impossible!”
“Young Master, you’re overthinking it.”
The butler leaned slightly as he approached the sofa, his tone utterly certain.
“Old Mo is a martial artist with over 100 blood energy points!”
“Going after a civilian with 0.8 is like rolling a tank over an ant.”
“Even with his eyes closed, he couldn’t fail.”
“And even if, by some miracle, something went wrong, Old Mo would have sent you a message for help immediately.”
“The fact that there’s no word at all leaves only one possibility.”
The butler lowered his voice, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.
“Old Mo probably hit too hard.”
“And accidentally killed the kid.”
Zhao Ze’s hand, holding the wine glass, froze mid-motion.
Killed?
“The laws of Great Xia are strict,” the butler continued calmly, analyzing step by step. “Killing an exam candidate during the college entrance exam period would bring down the city defense bureau—a serious crime.”
“Old Mo is probably afraid of trouble, so he took his men and fled overnight to deal with Su Yu’s body.”
“Disposing of evidence takes time, and he can’t leave his phone on to reveal his location.”
“Once he’s cleaned up the mess, he’ll contact you.”
Hearing this analysis, Zhao Ze’s tight brow finally relaxed.
Right.
How could a 0.8 loser survive against a martial artist?
Old Mo, that brute, must have lost control of his strength and killed the kid with one blow!
He was probably out in some remote wilderness right now, digging a grave.
“Makes sense.”
Zhao Ze let out a long, relieved sigh and downed the wine in one gulp.
The darkness in his heart lifted, replaced by his usual lofty confidence and arrogance.
“Dead is fine too.”
Zhao Ze sneered and tossed the empty glass onto the expensive carpet.
“You toast is refused, and you take the punishment with your life.”
“That’s the tragedy of the lower class—they never know their place.”
Zhao Ze stood up and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked down at the bustling city of Jiangcheng below the mountain.
Sunlight fell on his face, illuminating his unbridled pride.
“Alright, forget about that dead man.”
Zhao Ze turned around, spreading his arms as the butler and bodyguards stepped forward to help him into his custom martial arts uniform.
“Tell the kitchen to stew that newly delivered first-tier saber-toothed tiger meat.”
“I need to adjust my blood energy to peak condition.”
Zhao Ze’s eyes sparkled with limitless ambition for the future.
“I’ll just prepare for the exam calmly.”
“In two days, at the arena—”
“I, Zhao Ze, will shine with brilliance!”
Two days later.
Morning.
Sunlight pierced through the haze over the old city district, casting its glow on the cramped streets.
Su Yu stood in front of the cracked mirror in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face.
Water droplets slid down his sharply defined cheeks.
The reflection in the mirror showed eyes that were calm, deep as a stagnant pool.
Three days had passed in a flash.
In those three days, he hadn’t touched the system to spend money again.
He hadn’t gone out to test his terrifying martial master strength either.
He had simply stayed in his rented room, like the most ordinary high school senior, flipping through review materials from beginning to end.
His photographic memory allowed him to etch every piece of knowledge into his mind.
The rest of his time was spent on one thing.
Adapting.
Adapting to the Breathing Concealment Technique, which he had pushed to its utmost limits.
Now, his blood energy lock was perfectly sealed.
His martial master-level blood energy of 1,000 points was firmly suppressed deep in his bone marrow.
All that showed on the surface was a modest 9.8.
Su Yu casually grabbed a towel and dried his face.
He changed into a clean, faded short-sleeved shirt and loose athletic pants.
Clean.
Simple.
He didn’t bring anything extra—not even a backpack.
He pushed open the door.
He went downstairs.
Today was the day of the martial arts college entrance exam.
The entire city of Jiangcheng seemed to awaken and plunge into a frenzy of fervor.
Red banners lined both sides of the street.
“Martial arts thrive, humanity endures!”
“May Jiangcheng students achieve martial glory!”
The normally congested roads were under full traffic control.
Every fifty meters stood a fully armed city defense soldier, maintaining order.
The martial arts college entrance exam was the most sacred, inviolable law of Great Xia.
Anyone daring to cause trouble on this day would be executed on the spot without mercy.
Su Yu kept his hands in his pockets, walking unhurriedly along the sidewalk toward the exam location.
Jiangcheng’s No. 1 Martial Arts High School.
This was the city’s largest exam venue and the best-equipped testing ground.
By the time Su Yu reached the outer area, it was already packed with a sea of people.
Parents, examinees, reporters—crowding the wide square to the brim.
The air was thick with a mix of tension, excitement, and anxiety.
Some were taking deep, frantic breaths on the spot.
Others were gulping down expensive blood energy supplements under their parents’ instructions.
A few were pale with nerves, their legs trembling uncontrollably.
Su Yu stood at the edge of the crowd, quietly watching the scene.
No ripples stirred in his heart.
He felt like an outsider, an observer detached from the world.
“Su Yu!”
A clear voice suddenly cut through the noise.
Su Yu turned his head slightly.
Not far away, beside a black armored off-road vehicle, Lin Xiaoxiao was waving at him enthusiastically.
She was wearing a form-fitting black martial arts uniform today that accentuated her tall, slender figure to perfection.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
