Only when Zheng Zhihua had walked far away did Xia Yiwei quietly slip back to Lin Yu's side from the crowd.
She looked visibly shaken, as if terrified of Zheng Zhihua.
And rightly so.
After all, Zheng Zhihua was also her "eldest uncle"!
He had probably disciplined her on behalf of her mother more than once.
Lin Yu: "Weiwei, where’s that bold attitude of yours? Did Old Zheng hit you before?"
Xia Yiwei: "Not just me! He even hit my mom!"
Lin Yu: "…"
Xia Yiwei paused, then clarified: "Don’t overthink it—he’s my mom’s older brother, my real uncle!"
Lin Yu: "I wasn’t overthinking it…"
If not for his sharp hearing catching the conversation between Old Zheng and Xia Xiashan,
Lin Yu might have jumped to conclusions based solely on Xia Yiwei’s words.
Meanwhile,
from behind the crowd of trainees, the flamboyant Maomao peeked out, glancing toward Lin Yu and Xia Yiwei.
In such a large gathering, Maomao still felt uneasy, unable to act as freely as she did in private.
She had barely looked over when—
Lin Yu instantly locked onto her position, waving with an "eagerly expectant" smile.
Maomao quickly straightened up, nodding politely in return.
Maomao’s heart raced: "…"
At yesterday’s dinner,
she had gotten a little carried away.
Now, after calming down,
the thought of moving into a shared apartment—something she, a homebody, had never done—just for a guy, terrified her.
If Aunt Ruxue found out, she’d probably never let Maomao leave the house alone again.
She had even confidently promised Xia Xiashan that she’d handle explaining things to Aunt Ruxue.
But up to now,
Maomao hadn’t dared to bring it up.
Her emotions were tangled.
Part of her hoped Lin Yu would lose, while another part wanted him to win.
The outcome would soon be decided.
…
At Old Zheng’s resting area,
a few martial arts instructors and Xia Xiashan gathered around him,
listening to his pre-"friendly sparring" pep talk.
Though his voice was low,
Lin Yu caught every word, his expression darkening.
Right now, he wanted nothing more than to drag Old Zheng over and give him a good beating first.
So, you’re a grandmaster, huh?
Telling your disciples and employees to go all out, huh?
Minor injuries don’t count, huh?
Losing face means disgracing Xingyiquan, huh?
Fine. If that’s how you want to play, then he’d play along…
Before the stubborn old man showed up, Lin Yu had been chatting amiably with everyone.
He’d even planned to go easy, just securing a win.
After all, these people had been friendly, and they relied on this for their livelihood.
No need to ruin their careers.
But now…
Blame your "honorary curator" for this!
Today, he was going all out—no one, not even the Jade Emperor, could stop him.
After Old Zheng finished his speech,
Xia Xiashan and the others looked slightly awkward as they approached Lin Yu.
As the head of the martial arts hall, Xia Xiashan spoke up:
"Lin Yu, since this is a challenge match, following tradition,
the first two rounds allow you to pick any of us as your opponent.
If you somehow win, the third round will be our choice.
Winning all three means you’ve succeeded in the challenge.
Your name will be added to our hall’s honor wall.
Additionally, there’s…"
Lin Yu couldn’t bear to listen any longer.
The fire inside him was about to explode.
So he interrupted and said:
"Director Xia, things like the Wall of Fame or whatever rewards... they don’t matter."
"I get to pick first, right?"
"Then I’ll choose all five of you."
"All five at once—saves time."
Xia Xiashan: "???"
The four martial arts instructors: "???"
Identical expressions of shock appeared on all five faces.
Lin Yu thought to himself:
Good, the script’s lining up—this is the vibe.
But.
Something still feels missing...
Xia Yiwei was even more fired up than Lin Yu. She quickly jumped in and shouted:
"What are you all standing around for? Waiting for quitting time?"
"Did your ears get sat on by someone’s butt or what?"
"Didn’t you hear what my master said?"
"He’s picking all five of you... one against five!"
Lin Yu thought to himself:
Ah, now it’s got that authentic flavor.
"Uncle" Zheng Zhihua chimed in with a supporting line:
"Well said, my dear niece."
"What are you all waiting for? Clear the arena and begin!"
Zheng Zhihua narrowed his eyes, locking gazes with Xia Yiwei for a second.
Xia Yiwei suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
She quickly tugged at Lin Yu’s sleeve and whispered:
"Little Master, it’s all up to you now!"
"Please, please, you’ve gotta go all out."
"Otherwise, I might never be able to go back to the Xia family."
Lin Yu cracked his knuckles and flashed an OK sign:
"Relax and stuff that worry in your stockings—I’m feeling ridiculously pumped right now!"
Pumped wasn’t even the word...
He was even itching to throw out some trash talk:
TY’s son~ Scorpion King’s lapdog~
...
The so-called "arena clearing."
Sounded all professional and official.
In reality.
It just meant marking out an oval space in the large venue.
Big enough for the fighters to move around.
For a one-on-one, the temporary ring wouldn’t need to be too big.
But with one against five, they had to ensure enough room for all six to fight at once.
While the area was being prepped,
Xia Yiwei sneakily pulled Maomao over to her side.
The two found a good spot to watch—far, far away from her uncle.
"Wei, ZerO could’ve just challenged them one by one."
"Why did he choose this way?"
"He’s not... planning to throw the match, is he?"
Maomao frowned, clearly confused.
Xia Yiwei slung an arm around Maomao’s shoulder and teased:
"Kinda sounds like you’re mad about it?"
"This is a martial arts challenge, not a marriage competition."
"You’re here as a guest, not a bride!"
Maomao: "..."
Maomao: "Wei, don’t joke like that. It’s not funny."
Xia Yiwei: "Alright, alright. So do you want Lin Yu to win or lose?"
Maomao: "A bit... of both, I guess."
If Lin Yu won, it’d complicate things for Maomao.
But if he obviously threw the match, wouldn’t that mean he disliked her being around?
That... would hurt even more!
...
Inside the ring.
With a ceremonial strike of the gong, the room fell silent.
Lin Yu mimicked the others, clasping his hands in a bow toward the "corpses" as an apology.
The match began!
Right away, Lin Yu noticed something...
The four martial arts instructors and the director seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement before the fight.
Even though it was supposed to be one against five, only Xiao Shuai stepped forward first to test the waters.
Still planning to take turns?
Not on his watch!
Xiao Shuai slowly closed the distance, then suddenly raised his arm.
With a sharp, downward motion, he delivered a swift chop.
Lin Yu watched the movement closely...
Too slow!
The speed of my cheap apprentice's racing was on a completely different level.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!