What else could Lei Siren say?
He didn't even know what this grudge was really about.
He just wanted to end this farce as quickly as possible.
But...
This damn fatty just wouldn't let him go!
"Listen to Brother Yu, Fatty, you continue..."
"Aren't you pretty good at slapping? Don't miss on purpose again!"
"After today is over, you and Brother Yu might never see each other again."
"But with me..."
"We're bound to see each other at least many more times."
"Let's not make things too ugly, and don't put everyone in a position where they can't step down."
"Isn't this enough?"
Buzzcut Fatty nodded quickly, but then felt something was wrong and hurriedly shook his head.
Wouldn't nodding mean admitting that he really had an issue with Lei Siren?
If he did, that would be one thing.
The problem was, he didn't!
Regardless of what the damn fatty was trying to express, Lei Siren simply closed his eyes.
He wanted to see how long the fatty could keep playing tricks on him.
The previous few times, Lei Siren had watched with his own eyes as he was beaten and toyed with.
The process was just too frustrating.
It was better to close his eyes and silently wait for the result.
Xia Yiwei glanced at Lin Yu, wanting to see if he would stop here.
As a result.
In the following few minutes...
Fatty's hand chop!
Fatty's shoulder smash!
Fatty's flying strike to the biceps!
[Ding!]
[God-tier operation! The Holy Son's vengeance has made the Elder of the Spirit Medicine Hall fall in love!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Xia Yiwei watched with bursting joy, completely amazed.
How could they let these two guys off so easily?
Lin Yu's performance coincided perfectly with Xia Yiwei's thoughts.
When Buzzcut Fatty struck for the umpteenth time.
Finally...
Smack!
A loud slap echoed through the underground garage once again.
Buzzcut Fatty looked at his right hand and said excitedly to Lei Siren:
"Young Master Lei, I hit you!"
"Young Master Lei, did you hear that? I really hit you!"
"Great, it can finally end. I don't have to keep hitting you anymore!"
Lei Siren stood up from the ground, trembling.
He didn't hear it; he freaking felt it.
From the moment he started getting beaten until now, he had lost count of how many hits he had taken from Buzzcut Fatty.
He slapped him in the face, and Buzzcut Fatty was actually acting this excited?
Was this a reaction a normal person should have?
The scores that needed to be settled would be settled after going back.
Right now.
The important thing was to leave quickly!
"Brother Yu, has your anger subsided now?"
"I'm really sorry. I promise I won't dare do it again."
"If there's ever anything you need me for in Pingchuan, you can tell me anytime."
"As long as it's something I can help with, I will absolutely give it my all."
Lei Siren hurriedly brought out his social pleasantries.
He spoke with extreme care, just to ensure that Lin Yu would calm down.
Lin Yu magnanimously patted Lei Siren on the shoulder:
"Young Master Lei, honestly, by the time Fatty landed his second hit, my anger had already vanished."
"To tell you the truth, I didn't expect the beating to go on until now either."
"Are you alright?"
Lei Siren quickly shook his head.
Buzzcut Fatty on the side: "..."
Are you two alright in the head?
Weren't you two acting like bitter enemies just a moment ago?
Why are you acting so polite to each other now!
Why did it feel like he was the only villain among everyone present today?
Wasn't he just following Lin Yu's orders?
Lei Siren must have a screw loose to actually shift his hatred onto Buzzcut Fatty.
Even though his hand did cramp up a few times...
"Go, all of you, go."
"Let's consider today's matter a case of getting to know each other through a fight!"
"I've memorized your faces."
"If I ever see you bullying anyone in Pingchuan again..."
"I won't let you off as lightly as I did this time!"
After saying that.
Lin Yu crooked his finger at Xia Yiwei, and she immediately hooked her arm through his.
As they left, she didn't forget to wave goodbye to Lei Siren.
...
Coming out of the underground garage.
Xia Yiwei carried the packed food, skipping excitedly:
"Holy crap! Little Master, you're too freaking awesome!"
Lin Yu quickly raised his hand to stop her and said:
"Don't be too flashy on the streets, this isn't the underground garage."
"No matter how excited you are, you can't praise someone using foul language."
Hearing this, Xia Yiwei quickly patted her own mouth.
"Alright, I'll listen to everything Little Master says."
"Since Little Master likes mature ladies, I'll act a little more delicate and dependent."
Lin Yu hurriedly corrected her:
"It's demure, as in a fair and demure maiden. The word is demure, not mature!"
No matter how you listened to it, it sounded like Xia Yiwei did it on purpose.
Xia Yiwei giggled and changed the subject, asking:
"Little Master, how do you think Lei Siren will deal with that little fatty after they go back?"
Lin Yu shrugged indifferently, replying:
"What does it have to do with me? It's not like I caused it."
"I came out to have a nice meal, and I got hit by someone for no reason."
"Shouldn't I be the most pitiful person here?"
Xia Yiwei massaged Lin Yu's shoulders and quickly apologized:
"Right, right, right, my Little Master is the most innocent one. It's my fault, my fault."
"I promise that next time before we meet an enemy, I'll definitely notify Little Master in advance."
Lin Yu: "..."
Xia Yiwei: "Hehe."
Listening to Xia Yiwei's words, it seemed like she didn't plan on this being a one-time thing!
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
