Her high ponytail made her look youthful and capable.
Behind her stood four black-suited bodyguards with expressionless faces and steady, calm auras.
Lin Xiaoxiao pushed past the bodyguards blocking her way and quickly ran over to Su Yu.
A faint blush tinged her fair cheeks from the run.
"You actually came?"
Lin Xiaoxiao looked Su Yu up and down, her eyes filled with both surprise and barely concealed worry.
Three nights ago in the old street, Su Yu had turned down her family's special recruitment offer.
She thought he was just putting up a front to save face.
Once he calmed down and faced the harsh reality of his 0.8 qi and blood value, she assumed he would definitely give up on going to the exam and embarrassing himself.
She never expected him to actually show up.
And he came empty-handed, as casually as if he were going for a stroll.
"I said I'd see you at the college entrance exam," Su Yu said, looking at her with a calm tone.
Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip.
She glanced around, lowered her voice, and spoke with a hint of urgency.
"Su Yu, have you lost your mind?"
"This is the martial arts exam venue! Not the academic one!"
"The very first round is the qi and blood test, and the passing mark is 6 points!"
"If you step on that machine with your 0.8 qi and blood value, it'll alarm and kick you out immediately! Tens of thousands of people will be watching you fail. Can you handle that?"
As a wealthy heiress, she knew all too well how brutal elimination was in this kind of setting.
It wasn't just failing the exam.
It was having your dignity stripped away in public and trampled underfoot.
Su Yu looked at Lin Xiaoxiao's anxious expression and felt a slight stir in his heart.
This girl was really stubborn.
For the sake of a life-saving debt she could never fully repay, she cared more about his dignity than he did.
"I've got it under control," Su Yu said without elaborating.
Lin Xiaoxiao stared at his unyielding attitude and stamped her foot in frustration.
"Control my ass!"
She spun around abruptly, pulled out an exquisite metal vial from her pocket, and shoved it into Su Yu's hand without giving him a chance to refuse.
"Take it!"
The metal vial was cool to the touch, with no label on it.
But Su Yu could smell an extremely rich medicinal fragrance seeping from the mouth of the vial.
"This is a liquefied extract of the 'Violent Blood Pill' my dad prepared for me last night," Lin Xiaoxiao whispered, speaking rapidly.
"Drink it, and it'll forcibly increase your qi and blood value by 2 points for half an hour."
"It's still not enough to pass the passing line, but at least it'll save you some face and keep the machine from disqualifying you on the spot."
"There are no side effects. Just drink it!"
Su Yu held the invaluable little bottle in his hand.
A drug that could forcibly boost qi and blood was astronomically expensive on the market, and nearly impossible to find.
And Lin Xiaoxiao had just handed it to him without a second thought.
"Thanks," Su Yu said, looking into Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes and speaking those two words earnestly.
Then.
He slipped the metal vial back into Lin Xiaoxiao's pocket.
"But I don't need it."
"You—!"
Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes went wide, and she nearly laughed in exasperation.
Why was this guy so stubborn!
Could pride fill your stomach? Could it boost your qi and blood value?!
Just as Lin Xiaoxiao was about to lose her temper and force the drug down Su Yu's throat—
A sudden commotion broke out at the edge of the plaza.
"Look! It's the Zhao family's motorcade!"
"The young master of Jiangcheng’s Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall, Zhao Ze!"
"I heard his qi and blood value is almost at a perfect score. He's one of the top talents from Jiangcheng this year with a shot at the Kyoto Martial Arts University!"
The crowd automatically parted, clearing a wide path.
Three black Rolls-Royce Phantoms slowly pulled into the reserved parking area outside the exam venue.
The doors opened.
Eight burly bodyguards in matching black suits got out quickly and lined up on both sides of the car doors.
An imposing aura.
Then.
Zhao Ze stepped out of the middle car, dressed in a pure white custom martial arts uniform.
He had gone all out on his hair today, styling it with meticulous precision.
His chin was slightly raised.
His eyes carried that air of lofty, condescending arrogance.
Behind him followed the butler with the handlebar mustache.
"How's the young master feeling today?" the butler asked, bowing slightly and handing him a warm towel with a fawning smile.
"Never better," Zhao Ze said, taking the towel, wiping his hands, and tossing it aside casually.
He took a deep breath, soaking in the surrounding looks of awe, envy, and jealousy.
This was the treatment he deserved.
He, Zhao Ze, was born to rise to the top under the spotlight.
"Is that trash Su Yu taken care of?" Zhao Ze asked nonchalantly as he walked toward the center of the plaza.
He was already convinced Su Yu was dead, but he wanted to confirm it before entering the exam, just for good luck.
"Rest assured, young master," the butler said, following closely behind and lowering his voice with a grin.
"You know Old Mo's work, don't you?"
"That kid's probably nothing but dust by now."
"Clean and thorough. No flies buzzing around to ruin your fun."
Zhao Ze smiled with satisfaction.
"Excellent."
He lifted his head, casually sweeping his gaze across the crowd ahead.
To him, the ordinary civilian test-takers were like weeds in a field—utterly worthless.
But then.
His gaze, as it passed over a corner at the edge of the plaza, suddenly stopped.
His pupils, in that instant, shrank to the size of pinpricks!
His steps froze in place.
It was as if someone had slammed a club into his skull, leaving him completely stunned.
"Young master? What's wrong?"
The butler noticed Zhao Ze's unusual reaction and followed his line of sight.
The next second.
The butler's face also turned deathly pale, his handlebar mustache trembling violently.
"This... how is this possible?!"
The butler cried out in shock, his voice dripping with the terror of seeing a ghost.
At the far end of their line of sight.
That young man in the washed-out short-sleeved shirt, with his hands in his pockets.
Standing there quietly.
The sunlight fell on his face, every tiny detail crystal clear.
Alive.
Completely unharmed.
Without so much as a scratch!
Su Yu!
Zhao Ze felt his brain explode with a bang.
A wave of intense dizziness hit him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
What the hell?!
How is he here?!
What about Old Mo?!
That official martial artist with over a hundred qi and blood points?!
Didn't he go to break his legs?!
Didn't he go to silence him permanently?!
Why is this 0.8 qi and blood waste standing outside the exam venue completely fine?!
Zhao Ze's breathing turned ragged.
His chest heaved violently.
His face, usually so calm and arrogant, twisted into a grimace of extreme shock and disbelief.
Su Yu seemed to sense the panicked stare.
He turned his head slightly.
Across dozens of meters, through the bustling crowd.
Su Yu's gaze locked precisely onto Zhao Ze's face.
No anger.
No hatred.
Only an eerily calm indifference, the kind you'd give a dead man.
Su Yu even curled the corner of his mouth slightly.
A faint, almost-smile.
Boom!
To Zhao Ze, that expression was like a bomb detonating in his mind!
A provocation!
A blatant provocation!
He knows!
He knows everything!
Zhao Ze’s eyes instantly turned red.
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.”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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】
