A piercing, humiliation-filled roar exploded across the arena!
Zhao Ze.
He had finally snapped out of that extreme fear.
When he realized he had just wet himself in front of a hundred thousand spectators, a shame worse than death instantly consumed his reason.
He saw Su Yu’s current state.
Pale-faced, swaying, his blood energy having plummeted to a pathetic 0.8!
Ruined!
That kid must have used some forbidden technique to overdraw himself, and now he was a complete cripple!
“I don’t need protection!”
Zhao Ze scrambled to his feet like a rabid dog.
His eyes bloodshot, he pointed at Su Yu and roared maniacally.
“President Lei! What gives you the right to call me the loser?!”
“I wasn’t beaten just now! I can still fight!”
“He can’t even stand steadily anymore—I could crush him with one finger!”
“I’m definitely his match! Let me kill him!!!”
Zhao Ze had completely lost his mind.
Only one thought remained in his head.
Tear Su Yu apart!
Beat this disgrace, who had shamed him, to death on the arena with the cruelest possible method!
“How dare you!”
Lei Potian frowned, and a terrifying pressure—befitting a grandmaster—descended upon Zhao Ze instantly.
It forced him to his knees with a thud, pinning him in place.
“Arena rule: once the referee steps in, the victor is decided.”
“What, Zhao boy? Are you questioning my judgment?”
“President Lei, please calm down!”
At that moment, a hurried voice came from the VIP box.
Zhao Tianxiong leaped down from the stands, ten meters high, landing steadily on the arena’s edge.
He looked at his son, still kneeling with yellow liquid dripping from his crotch.
His face was ashen with fury.
Shameful!
Absolutely disgraceful to the Zhao family name!
But—
No matter how shameful, it was still his son!
Moreover, it involved the special recruitment spot for the Kyoto First Martial Arts University!
If the match was ruled a loss, Zhao Ze’s path to greatness would be destroyed!
Zhao Tianxiong took a deep breath, forcing down the rage burning in his chest.
He stepped before Lei Potian and gave a slight bow.
“President Lei, my son is young and ignorant for offending you. I apologize on his behalf.”
But then, Zhao Tianxiong shifted his tone.
His gaze turned icy and vicious as he stared at the tottering Su Yu.
“However, President Lei.”
“This match’s verdict is hard for the public to accept, isn’t it?”
Zhao Tianxiong raised his voice so the entire audience could hear clearly.
“Everyone saw it with their own eyes!”
“This examinee named Su Yu clearly used some forbidden, evil technique to forcibly erupt with a hundred points of blood energy!”
“And now, with the technique’s backlash, he’s been weakened to a cripple with less than 0.8 blood energy!”
“My son was momentarily shaken by that evil aura, but he suffered no real harm!”
“In a true life-or-death battle, the one standing victorious would undoubtedly be my son!”
Zhao Tianxiong spun around, pointing at Su Yu, and shouted with righteous indignation.
“It doesn’t count!”
“This match absolutely does not count!”
“The referee is biased toward Su Yu!”
“I demand an immediate resumption of the match! Let the two examinees settle this fairly!”
Shameless.
Utterly shameless.
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
Anyone with eyes could see that if Lei Potian hadn’t intervened, Zhao Ze would have been reduced to a bloody pulp.
And now, seeing Su Yu weakened, they dared to demand the match continue?
Had they no shame?!
But Zhao Tianxiong didn’t care.
In this world of survival of the fittest, what was face worth?
As long as he secured the Kyoto Martial Arts University spot and got rid of Su Yu, he’d accept being despised by the entire city!
“You’re full of crap!!!”
Suddenly, a crisp, furious voice rang out from below the arena.
Bang!
A black figure shot onto the arena platform like lightning.
Lin Xiaoxiao had arrived.
This top-tier heiress of Jiang City now looked like a furious little leopard.
She spread her arms wide, shielding Su Yu protectively behind her.
Her pure, beautiful eyes blazed with fiery anger as she stared at Zhao Tianxiong and Zhao Ze.
“Zhao Tianxiong! Do you have any shame left?!”
Lin Xiaiao pointed at Zhao Tianxiong’s nose and cursed loudly.
Completely disregarding any heiress-like decorum.
“Biased?”
“Are you blind, or has your heart been eaten by a dog?!”
Lin Xiaoxiao trembled with fury, her eyes reddening.
She spun around suddenly, pointing at the swaying, pale-faced Su Yu behind her.
Her voice carried undisguised pain and anger.
“Look at him!”
“Look how weak he’s become!!!”
“If President Lei hadn’t stopped the match, your son would already be dust scattered to the wind!”
“Now, this kid has thrown away his life to win, ruined his own meridians—and you Zhao family dare to take advantage of his weakness, demanding the match continue?!”
Lin Xiaoao whirled back, glaring at the kneeling Zhao Ze.
Her eyes brimmed with extreme contempt.
“Zhao Ze, what kind of man are you?”
“You wet yourself in fear during a fight, and now that he’s weak, you pretend to be a hero?”
“Pah!”
Lin Xiaoxiao’s words hit like a string of firecrackers—
Every syllable sharp, stabbing straight to the heart.
She laid into Zhao Tianxiong and Zhao Ze both, leaving them battered and exposed.
The crowd fell silent for a moment.
Then, it burst into suppressed laughter and heated discussion.
“Yeah! How shameless!”
“The Zhaos are showing their true colors!”
“Wet himself and still wants to fight? With what—his piss?”
The mockery crashed in like a tidal wave from all sides.
Zhao Tianxiong’s face shifted from pale to green, worse than swallowing a dead fly.
He, the head of the Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall, a man of status in Jiang City—
When had he ever been scolded like this by a mere girl?!
“Lin Xiaoxiao!”
Zhao Tianxiong gritted his teeth, his gaze dark and terrifying.
“This is an arena! A university entrance exam! Not your playground!”
“Get down now!”
“I won’t get down!”
Lin Xiaoxiao tilted her chin up, standing her ground fiercely.
“As long as I’m here, no one touches a single hair on his head!”
She turned back to look at Su Yu.
At his pale face and labored breathing.
Her heart clenched.
She reached out to support him.
Then hesitated, afraid of hurting his damaged meridians. Her hand froze mid-air, her eyes red.
“Are you an idiot…”
Lin Xiaoxiao whispered, her voice choking with emotion.
“To throw yourself away like this for a spot… was it worth it…”
Su Yu looked at the girl standing in front of him, willing to protect him and defy the Zhao family.
Sensing her unreserved support and pain.
A flicker of deep, complicated emotion crossed his dim eyes.
He desperately wanted to tell Lin Xiaoxiao—
Don’t cry.
I’m faking it.
But he couldn’t say that.
Not yet.
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.”
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?!
