[Well played, you dog of a host, taking a private commission without telling me!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully accepting the commission.]
[Client Name: Xu Siya]
[Identity: Daughter of the City Lord of North Profound City, Dique Heaven]
[Client Rating: Massive Potential (Spacetime Spirit Physique). Current Luck: One Stone and Three Pecks.]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the exact same physique as Xu Siya: Spacetime Spirit Physique.]
The voice that suddenly appeared in his mind made Qin Hao shudder all over. Somewhat confused, he looked around but did not see anyone suspicious.
Huh? Where did this voice come from? Am I hallucinating?
Just as Qin Hao was caught in his bewilderment, he felt his body undergo a change. A bizarre sensation rose from within him.
At first, it was just a slight warmth, like taking a sip of warm wine. But soon, this heat rapidly expanded, surging from his dantian into his limbs and bones, as if something was awakening inside him.
He felt that the world in his eyes had completely changed. Every scene before him looked as though it were playing in slow motion.
This feeling was profoundly mystical, as if he were standing outside the great torrent of time, watching everything flow by slowly. If he wished, he could reach out and stir the currents, making them accelerate or decelerate.
Xu Siya did not notice Qin Hao's anomaly. She took his hand and whispered to him:
Let's go, come home with me.
Qin Hao was completely bewildered. He did not know who he was, nor did he know where he currently was. He could only numbly allow Xu Siya to lead him away.
Xu Siya, you will regret this!
Lin Yi's voice rang out from behind:
Hmph, ridiculous! The dignified daughter of the North Profound City Lord actually dares to marry a beggar? What can he give you? He is just a beggar, and your father will never agree to this marriage.
Hearing this, Xu Siya could not help but let out a cold sneer: Heh, so what if he is a beggar? In my eyes, this beggar is infinitely better than you. At the very least, he is cleaner than you!
After saying that, Xu Siya grabbed Qin Hao and walked away indignantly.
Just like that, Xu Siya brought the bewildered Qin Hao back to the City Lord's Estate.
Upon returning to the City Lord's Estate, Xu Siya's emotions gradually stabilized. She turned her head to look at Qin Hao.
Qin Hao was still standing there with a blank expression, like a marionette being led around. His eyes were hollow, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
You... Xu Siya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she did not know how to begin.
She only felt that everything was far too absurd. She had actually brought a beggar home.
Letting out a faint sigh, Xu Siya called over a servant. Pointing at Qin Hao's messy hair and tattered clothes, she instructed the servant:
Take him to wash up and help him change into some decent clothes.
Yes. Hearing this, the servant hurriedly led Qin Hao away.
Watching Qin Hao being led away with that bewildered look on his face, Xu Siya could not help but frown:
Why does this person look so dull? Could he be a fool?
Xu Siya shook her head and thought to herself:
Even if he is a fool, I will accept it. A fool is a thousand times, a million times better than a piece of scum like Lin Yi!
Half an hour later...
Qin Hao had changed into a clean set of clothes. Dressed in a moon-white long robe, he looked as tall and unyielding as a piece of fine jade.
A maidservant then brought over a comb and carefully combed Qin Hao's hair.
As she combed his hair, the maid's hand suddenly paused. She stared at the face in the bronze mirror, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"Is... is this really the beggar from just now? He's way too handsome! Where on earth did the Young Miss pick up a beggar like this? Are there any more beggars like him waiting for me to pick up?"
Noticing the maid's unusual reaction, Qin Hao turned to look at her with a blank expression.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Examining Qin Hao's handsome face from such a close distance, the maid's face instantly flushed red. She quickly lowered her head and whispered,
"N-nothing. Please wait a moment, Young Master, I will tie your hair up right away."
A short while later, the maid led the fully groomed Qin Hao to see Xu Siya.
"Young Miss, the Young Master is here."
Hearing the sound, Xu Siya looked up. The moment she saw Qin Hao, she completely froze.
Dressed in a moon-white robe, his posture was as straight and tall as a pine tree. His jet-black hair was neatly tied up, framing a face with sword-like eyebrows and eyes shining like stars.
He simply stood there, exuding an indescribable aura of nobility from head to toe, as if he were born to stand above the clouds and look down upon the masses.
Xu Siya's mind went entirely blank. She twitched her lips in disbelief.
Was... was this really the beggar from before?
Seeing Xu Siya staring at him relentlessly, Qin Hao couldn't help but scratch his head.
That simple scratch of the head instantly ruined the majestic aura surrounding him.
Xu Siya curled her lips. No matter how handsome this man was, he was still just a foolish beggar.
"From now on, you will behave yourself and stay in this courtyard. Do not run around, and do not go anywhere else, got it?"
Qin Hao nodded blankly, but a deep sense of displeasure welled up in his heart. His subconscious told him that he was always the one giving orders to others. Since when was it someone else's turn to dictate what he should do?
Seeing Qin Hao's obedient demeanor, coupled with his handsome face, the awkwardness in Xu Siya's heart dissipated.
Who cares if he is a fool? He is just a tool anyway, and a terribly handsome one at that. As long as he is obedient, it is fine.
After giving her instructions to Qin Hao, Xu Siya began to practice her swordplay.
The sword light flashed like snow, dancing gracefully in her hands.
Her posture was light, and her footwork was agile. Every move and stance looked quite impressive.
Qin Hao watched Xu Siya with a blank look on his face, but soon, his brows furrowed.
Watching her sword technique made him feel very uncomfortable. It was wrong, completely wrong. The swordplay Xu Siya executed was too slow, too soft, and filled with far too many unnecessary movements.
If it were me...
The moment this thought popped up, Qin Hao froze.
If it were me?
Do I know how to use a sword?
Qin Hao looked bewildered; he simply did not know.
Xu Siya was completely oblivious to Qin Hao's strange reaction and continued to focus on her sword practice.
"Stop!"
Just then, an abrupt voice rang out. Xu Siya paused her movements, bringing her sword momentum to a sudden halt.
She turned her head and glared at Qin Hao with a look of displeasure.
"What are you doing? I am practicing my sword. Why are you interrupting me?"
Qin Hao scratched his head. He did not know what was going on either, but to his eyes, Xu Siya's sword technique was full of flaws and had many areas that could be improved.
"In that move just now, when you turned, your center of gravity was too high. You should lower it; otherwise, if an opponent strikes while you are turning, you won't have time to block."
"Furthermore, by lowering your center of gravity, you can transition much more smoothly into your next move."
Hearing this, Xu Siya could not help but let out a scoff:
"You have a lot of nerve, beggar! Are you trying to instruct me now? It is not that I want to look down on you, but what could a mere beggar possibly know about the way of the sword?"
Qin Hao scratched his head.
"I don't really know if I understand it either, but when I watched you executing your sword techniques just now, ideas on how to improve them naturally popped into my head."
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
