"Dad!"
"Let it go, don't ruin the harmony between us and Auntie."
"I... I'm fine, my heart just hurts a little."
"Even though Brother Lei Siren and I used to have such a good relationship..."
Xia Yiwei trotted over to Xia Zhenfeng, pulling his arm and speaking with deep emotion.
Setting everything else aside.
That tearful look in her eyes was truly expressive!
It gave off the feeling that even though you knew perfectly well Xia Yiwei was playing tricks, you simply couldn't find a single flaw in her act.
Hong Lan: "..."
Oh no.
This little girl is truly ruthless!
Who were those tears for?
Weren't they meant specifically for her?
She was so angry she cried!
Could such a huge matter just be glossed over?
Definitely not, this wasn't over yet!
Xia Zhenfeng wasn't in a hurry to reply.
His youngest daughter didn't even need to cry; one look and he knew exactly what she meant.
He had thought his previous blows were already quite heavy.
It seemed his little girl still wasn't satisfied!
Today's venue was simply a stage he built for his daughter to vent her anger.
If she hadn't let out enough steam, there was no way he would stop.
He didn't rush to state his position, merely waiting for Hong Lan to offer him another stepping stone.
What if Lei Siren's body was too weak and he ended up beating him half to death?
No matter what, he needed this mother to say the words herself.
Hong Lan was no fool.
She could see exactly what was going on.
Since she had already thrown her son to the wolves, this beating couldn't be for nothing.
Taking one hit was taking a hit, taking two hits was still taking a hit.
The beating had to mean something!
"Weiwei, you don't need to stop him!"
"Aunt Lan knows you feel terrible, and Aunt Lan is angry too."
"Even if you forgive this brat today, I absolutely will not forgive him easily."
"Brother Zhenfeng, you continue..."
"Beat this brat until he learns his lesson!"
"Weiwei, don't feel wronged, Aunt Lan will definitely get justice for you!"
Lei Siren, who was sitting on the ground: "???"
It still wasn't over?
Were they really going to beat him to death?
He could see through Xia Yiwei's intentions at a single glance.
She purely wanted his life!
At the critical moment, even his own mother was unreliable.
Enduring the severe pain on his face, Lei Siren desperately thought about how to find a silver lining to survive.
Right after that.
Slap! Slap...
The sound of repeated face-slapping rang out.
"I deserve to be beaten!"
"I am a sinner!"
"I was wrong!"
"..."
Rather than waiting for Uncle Xia to continue striking.
It was better to punish himself first.
Once he beat himself, the older man couldn't continue beating him, right?
Which was lighter, which was heavier.
Lei Siren still knew in his heart!
As long as he could scrape through today, he absolutely would not stay in Pingchuan any longer.
He completely couldn't stay in this city anymore.
Having his face slapped by the young one, and then by the old one.
If word got out later, wouldn't he lose all his face?
Plus, he had provoked the Xia family in Pingchuan...
He had to hide, hide as far away as possible.
Even if his family didn't let him hide, he would hide on his own.
Right now.
The most important thing was how to safely walk out of the Xia residence today.
Seeing this, Xia Zhenfeng slowly walked up to Lei Siren.
Lei Siren continued slapping himself with lightning speed, not daring to stop for a moment.
The closer Xia Zhenfeng got, the louder he slapped.
It was just a pity.
Dark, oppressive clouds still loomed over his head.
Xia Zhenfeng lightly tossed out a sentence:
"Hitting yourself doesn't count."
Lei Siren: "Ah?"
These words seemed to shatter his skull, making him completely lose his ability to think.
Hitting himself wasn't enough?
Did they really have to be this ruthless?
Even if they thought about the relationship between the two families just a little bit, they shouldn't be this absolute, right?
When people are afraid, they instinctively look for someone who can offer them protection.
Lei Siren was no exception.
He looked at Hong Lan with pleading eyes.
Hong Lan opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
In the end.
She still couldn't say it.
The disaster was caused by her son, so he had to bear it himself.
For business people, what they value most is sunk costs.
If she became protective and called for a stop now, wouldn't all the previous investment go down the drain?
No problems would have been solved at all!
No matter how much her heart ached, right now she had to persist and double down!
"What are you looking at me for?"
"This is what you deserve!"
Hong Lan's words completely shattered Lei Siren's psychological defenses...
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?!
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!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.”
