A few days later.
At 4 a.m., by Xuanwu Lake near Hailan Residential Area.
The willow trees cast deep shadows, and the morning dew pooled into small wetlands.
In a low-lying area by the lake, a lone figure wielded a wooden sword, slashing with the ferocity of a tiger.
The blade’s momentum was so dense it seemed impenetrable, as if stirring curtains of water.
Even the morning mist gathered around the edge of the sword.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, the figure leaped lightly and delivered three swift slashes toward the lake’s surface.
Whoosh—!
An invisible blade force condensed into a single point, slicing through the air.
The tranquil lake surface was instantly split by two towering waves several meters high.
“Hah—!”
The figure sheathed the sword and gazed at the lake, nodding slightly. “After reaching the minor mastery of ‘Raging Waves Shake the Heavens,’ I can unleash three consecutive blade strikes, each multiplying in power. The third strike delivers three times my normal strength…”
“Even at minor mastery, it triples my maximum force… Among basic martial techniques, this is indeed exceptional.”
The essence of martial arts lies in unleashing one’s latent potential to a greater degree.
For example, if a 0.5-life limit equates to 500 jin of force, then executing martial techniques can unleash even greater power.
How much stronger depends on the technique itself.
Most basic martial arts, when perfected, can only amplify strength by three to four times.
But the "Flowing Water Blade Art," even at minor mastery, triples the force. At its peak, it can unleash five times the power.
This already surpasses most basic martial arts.
In this regard, it’s quite similar to the "Extreme Path Shattering Palm" from Third Uncle’s martial arts school.
As a pure fist-and-palm technique, the "Extreme Path Shattering Palm" can amplify force up to six times.
However, this technique is far more difficult to master.
And it carries a backlash that strains the body.
After sheathing his sword, Wang Xian jogged a few laps around the lake to warm up before heading to school.
“Today is Sunday. It’s been a week since the Wind King Falcon’s attack…”
“According to our agreement, after classes end this afternoon, Ye Miyue is supposed to come for a massage…”
Lost in thought on his way to school, Wang Xian reflected.
Over the past week, Ye Miyue had made noticeable progress.
Every day at noon, he would sneak to the rooftop to feed her and could roughly gauge her improvement.
As for the rest of the time—aside from the first day—Wang Xian hadn’t even attended morning self-study.
Most mornings and evenings were spent finding secluded spots to meditate and practice the Flowing Water Blade Art.
Then he’d head straight to class.
At 8 a.m., Wang Xian arrived punctually.
“Wang Xian, why have you been skipping morning self-study and the broadcast martial drills lately?”
No sooner had he sat down than Chen Yuting approached, visibly irritated.
Today, she wore her hair in a ponytail, unusually without makeup.
Her graceful figure and long, toned legs remained eye-catching, but the look was less glamorous and more youthful.
“Overslept,” Wang Xian replied casually.
“Don’t give me excuses!” Chen Yuting rapped her knuckles on his desk. “Are you giving up on yourself again?”
Wang Xian blinked.
“That’s harsh, Chen Yuting,” Zhou Xukun interjected. “With my bro’s talent, he’s probably training in secret, waiting to shock everyone during the next martial arts class selection.”
“Right?”
Zhou Xukun winked at Wang Xian.
“Don’t make excuses for him.” Chen Yuting snorted. “He’s already at the first tier in blade techniques—he could be learning basic martial arts. But I checked, and he only borrowed one blade technique from the school library.”
“What good is one visit?”
“Probably realized martial arts are too hard?” Li Zihang chimed in smugly. “Even a genius like Xia Sichen had to borrow from the library three times and consult teachers multiple times before mastering a basic technique.”
“Even with some talent, without a teacher, you can’t expect to learn it in one try, right?”
Zhou Xukun stayed silent.
He’d made decent progress this week, nearly reaching the first tier in skill.
He’d also checked out the difficulty of martial techniques.
They were indeed challenging…
Otherwise, the martial arts speed class wouldn’t have such a low bar—just mastering one technique to qualify.
With less than a month left, time was tight.
So, after one visit, he’d backed off.
Better to refine his foundations first.
“Wang Xian, don’t retreat at the first sign of difficulty…” Chen Yuting softened her tone encouragingly. “Martial arts are hard, but perseverance is key. At the very least, you should attend the morning broadcast drills. How can you improve if you don’t?”
Li Zihang nearly choked on his envy.
Chen Yuting had never spoken to him like that!
Wang Xian frowned at her.
This little green tea from his past life was acting stranger by the day.
Had she awakened early?
And why was her style and makeup starting to resemble Ye Miyue’s?
“Can’t be bothered,” Wang Xian brushed her off.
Explaining was pointless.
The morning broadcast drills, where students followed instructor Zhou Dahai’s fitness routines, were useful for others.
But for him? A waste of time.
He’d rather train alone and then practice his blade techniques—far more effective.
“You—!”
Chen Yuting’s eyebrows shot up, but after a few deep breaths, she held back her anger.
Just then, the class bell rang.
With no other choice, she returned to her seat.
Wang Xian took academic classes seriously.
In his past life, his grades had been abysmal. Now, reborn, martial arts came naturally, but academics were a different beast.
Especially history.
His lack of knowledge had nearly cost him his life in the alien battlefield, where ignorance made him a reckless liability.
Though the current history lessons didn’t delve into the alien battlefield, they covered the origins of martial arts and the evolution of cosmic energy—all linked to its eventual emergence.
Three classes passed, and the final period was martial arts.
“Today is theory only—no practice.”
Cui Sanyan entered the room.
His expression was odd—eyes gleaming with excitement, but his face pale.
“Before we begin, two announcements.”
He took a deep breath. “First, tomorrow afternoon—Monday—we’re dismissing early.”
The class exchanged puzzled looks.
Half-days were usually on weekends. What was special about Monday?
Then, Cui Sanyan continued:
“The school has invited the seventh-realm grandmaster, Bai Hongtian, to deliver a martial arts lecture.”
“So, tomorrow afternoon, the entire school will assemble on the field.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the class erupted in astonishment.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
