Rongcheng Security Bureau.
"Bai Hongtian!!"
Cheng Wugang had just returned to the bureau, barely catching his breath, when a furious female voice echoed faintly from above.
He frowned, wondering who would dare come to the bureau and shout a grandmaster’s name so brazenly.
Was there no respect left?
Moreover, if not for the grandmaster’s intervention today, the entire city of Rongcheng might have faced disaster. Countless lives could have been lost.
A glance at his colleagues—all avoiding the situation—told him everything.
Approaching the break room, Cheng Wugang peeked inside.
There stood the Seventh-Realm Grandmaster, who had just slain an S-class mutated beast despite his injuries, his face flushed with anger as he growled:
"I had to eliminate that monster first—"
Before he could finish, he was cut off.
"Don’t give me excuses! I just want to know—why didn’t you save your daughter first?"
The one shouting at him was a beautiful woman, though her face was now twisted with fury.
Cheng Wugang’s heart sank. This must be the grandmaster’s wife.
"If I had gone to save Little Xi first, even a few seconds’ delay could have cost countless lives in Rongcheng. As a Seventh-Realm Grandmaster, my duty is to the nation and its people!"
The grandmaster’s words resonated with unwavering conviction, leaving Cheng Wugang standing solemnly outside.
"You couldn’t even protect your own daughter—how can you protect a nation?" The woman roared, pointing accusingly.
The grandmaster’s face twisted with grief, but he remained silent.
Cheng Wugang couldn’t take it anymore. Steeling himself, he stepped inside and announced loudly:
"Grandmaster Bai, I bring good news! Just now—"
---
The next day.
Rongcheng Martial High School.
Wang Xian slung his backpack over one shoulder, a breakfast bag in hand.
He stood at the school gates, staring at the familiar gilded characters above.
A wave of nostalgia washed over him.
Walking in, the familiar sights—the classroom buildings, the martial arts training grounds, the cafeteria, even the frost-covered forest path—all merged into a faded, ancient painting in his memory.
At the end of this painting stood a teaching building.
Yifu Building.
The greatest distance in the world is not space, but time.
Sixty years apart, yet standing in the same building, learning the same things.
Suddenly, a sharp voice cut through his thoughts:
"You there! Martial students are forbidden from climbing buildings! What class are you from?"
Wang Xian turned to look.
A fairly handsome boy stood nearby. With a single leap, he effortlessly cleared several meters, landing on the second-floor corridor. Glancing down, he replied lazily:
"Teacher, I’m from Class One."
The patrolling teacher’s expression softened immediately.
"Xia Sichen, be more careful."
Murmurs rose from passing students:
"Xia Sichen’s showing off again… Damn it."
"Well, if you had an innate vitality of 0.6 and raised it to 1.2 in a single semester, you’d show off too."
"He’s already broken past 1? And he’s good-looking on top of that?"
"With talent like that, even the worst martial awakening would still get him into a top-tier martial academy."
"I’ve got him on FlyChat. He spent all yesterday grinding ‘Martial Infinite’—soloed the Asura mode several times…"
Wang Xian glanced at the scene, recalling faint memories.
Xia Sichen—the kind of "elite" student who shone brightest in high school.
Top grades, handsome, gifted.
The type who never studied but aced everything anyway.
The "child of other families" everyone envied.
In his past life, Wang Xian had admired him too.
But later, he’d seen too many martial prodigies…
In comparison, even someone like Xia Sichen—who later awakened the high-tier martial trait [Flaming Bones]—faded into mediocrity.
If I remember right, he ended up as a teacher at some elite academy?
Shaking his head, Wang Xian entered the school building.
As he passed Class Nine, he paused, glancing inside.
This was where Ye Miyue studied.
It was only 6 a.m. The classroom was small, with forty desks.
Ye Miyue sat in the very first row, center seat—the so-called "Throne" of any class, reserved only for the most diligent.
She wore a faded school uniform, eyes closed as she recited silently.
Wang Xian scanned the empty room, then frowned.
Without hesitation, he walked in and rapped his knuckles on her desk.
"Teacher, good morn—"
Ye Miyue’s eyes flew open mid-greeting… and froze when she saw him.
"Looking lively, Miss Ye." Wang Xian grinned. "Had breakfast yet?"
"...Yes."
"Where?"
"The school cafeteria."
"What did you eat?"
A pause.
"Noodles."
"What kind?"
"Beef…"
"Stop lying. The cafeteria doesn’t serve beef noodles on Mondays." Wang Xian cut through her act and dropped the breakfast bag on her desk. "You haven’t eaten at all."
"......"
The aroma wafted between them.
"I don’t want it." Ye Miyue shook her head.
"Better eat it now while no one’s around." Wang Xian ignored her refusal. "Or I can’t guarantee what might pop up on the school forum later."
"......"
He turned and left before she could protest.
"Hey—you—!"
By the time she stood, he was already gone.
Glaring at the breakfast, Ye Miyue hesitated.
A crispy pancake stuffed with two layers of juicy meat, paired with a cup of warm milk.
Enough to fuel a student through the morning.
After a furtive glance around, she picked up the pancake, took a stealthy bite, and chewed with puffed cheeks, eyes darting like a thief.
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Class Four.
When Wang Xian returned, a few students were already there.
"Holy hell, did the sun rise from the west? You’re not cutting it close for once?"
The moment he sat down, a boy—somehow both dorky and decent-looking—leaned over, gaping at him.
"What’s the point of coming early? Planning a rebellion?"
"......"
Wang Xian gave him a sidelong glance.
Zhou Xukun—his high school best friend.
Ugly from afar, borderline handsome up close, but ultimately an odd mix of both.
Top-tier in both academics and martial studies.
If Xia Sichen was the school’s "chosen disciple," then Zhou Xukun was its "core elite."
As for Wang Xian at this point?
Probably the equivalent of a lowly servant under some minor branch family of a sect’s outer disciples.
In his past life, Zhou Xukun had gotten into a top Dragon Country university, later diving deep into medical research.
He’d also been the last person by Wang Xian’s side before his death.
"Just bored," Wang Xian shrugged.
"Where’s the breakfast you usually bring Chen Yuting?" Zhou Xukun asked, as if this were just another oddity.
"Gave it to someone else."
"Who?"
"Ye Miyue from Class Nine."
Zhou Xukun blinked, then smirked.
"You gave it to the ‘Ice Queen’? What, trying to chill the food first so Chen Yuting gets frostbite from eating it?"
"......"
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?!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
