Clearly, compared to other options, massage had instantly become the best choice.
"By the way, take this back and use it."
Wang Xian handed Ye Miyue a half-used jar of Tianbao Nutritional Cream with a look of disdain:
"This stuff is too fragrant. I can't stand it."
Ye Miyue looked at the half-empty jar and frowned slightly, but didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t that she minded it being used by someone else.
Rather, it was because this stuff wasn’t cheap.
Even though it didn’t have a label.
As for it being too fragrant?
Ye Miyue didn’t notice that. She just thought it must be a high-end product because it gave off a pure, natural fragrance.
"I don’t need it…" Ye Miyue shook her head.
"Don’t need it?" Wang Xian pointed at Ye Miyue’s hands and feet. "Loose tendons, weak strength, and short of breath…"
"I’m afraid that the next time you give me a massage, before I even feel anything, you’ll already be limp and weak, collapsing on me again like you did earlier, taking advantage of me."
"I’m giving this to you for my own sake."
After saying that, Wang Xian walked out of the room first. As he passed Ye Miyue, he casually tossed the Tianbao Nutritional Cream toward her.
Ye Miyue hurriedly caught it with one hand, while the other clenched into a fist, though she had no words to refute him.
Seeing Wang Xian about to leave the room, she raised her clenched fist and lightly waved it a few times at his back, letting out a soft hum.
Unexpectedly, Wang Xian seemed to have some kind of spider-sense. He suddenly turned around:
"What? Want to hit me?"
Ye Miyue was so startled that she quickly retracted her hand, her head almost burying itself in her chest as she muttered meekly:
"N-no…"
Wang Xian almost laughed out loud.
So, the icy demeanor you put on at school was all just an act, huh?
Wang Xian remembered very clearly how Ye Miyue at school was like a thousand-year-old block of ice, unapproachable.
She always wore a stern expression.
It was probably because of this that, despite her popularity and stunning looks, she had almost no suitors or even friends at school.
She was as aloof as a crescent moon in the pitch-black night.
So why was she acting like this now?
At that moment, Wang Xian’s second brother appeared at the door.
"Xiao Xian, that nice girl Chen Yuting is here to see you again!"
Hearing the name, Wang Xian froze, and fragments of memories began to surface in his mind.
"Oh, wait a second."
Wang Xian responded, then turned to Ye Miyue behind him. "Change into your training clothes. Come out with me later."
Ye Miyue gave a soft "Mm" in acknowledgment. Even if Wang Xian hadn’t said anything, she didn’t want her classmates to see her in these clothes.
Meanwhile, in the martial arts center’s sparring hall.
"Later, I’ll have Wang Xian arrange a private ‘training package’ for us."
A beautiful girl with a bun hairstyle covered her mouth and chuckled. "In two months, we’ll be splitting into classes. We need to train hard during this time to make sure we get into the martial arts class next semester!"
The girl had bright eyes and white teeth, with a charming face. She was already wearing a tight-fitting training outfit.
Her curvaceous figure attracted the gazes of most of the men training in the room.
Even the two fighters on the sparring platform couldn’t help but glance over a few times.
Beside her were two other girls in blue-and-white school uniforms, looking confused.
"Ting Jie, isn’t the training package at this martial arts center expensive?"
"Yeah, yeah, I heard they charge by the hour…"
The two friends chattered away, but Chen Yuting was confident.
"As long as I ask, Wang Xian will agree," she said with a smile, adding, "This martial arts center is run by his uncle. Plus, we can use all the training equipment here for free."
"Ah, Ting Jie, are you two…?" The two girls exchanged glances.
"Don’t talk nonsense. It’s not like that," Chen Yuting waved her hand dismissively. "We’re just classmates who get along well."
The two girls immediately nodded in understanding.
"That makes sense. I mean, with Ting Jie’s status, even coming to this little martial arts center is doing Wang Xian a favor!"
"Haha, then we won’t hold back!"
"Even though it’s a small martial arts center, the equipment here is pretty complete…"
"They even have a small gravity chamber!"
"Tch, the center’s signature martial art, ‘Extreme Path Stone-Shattering Palm,’ is just a basic technique from the old martial arts school, right? Does anyone even practice this anymore?"
"Who even trains in this stuff nowadays? Once we awaken our martial talents and get our innate martial skills, won’t that be way better than this?"
Many of the martial arts students training nearby frowned at these words.
But they couldn’t say much.
After all, most of the students here were those who hadn’t awakened any martial talents.
Soon, Wang Xian walked in.
"Wang Xian, come over here and train with me."
Chen Yuting saw him and gave a condescending smile.
Wang Xian paused, looked at the girl in front of him, and smiled back.
In his past life, because of that one drawing, he had spent his high school and college years as her lapdog…
In college, he woke up a little, but only went from being a lapdog to a nice guy. It wasn’t until after graduation, when he found out she had married into a wealthy family, that he finally gave up and threw himself into the alien battlefield for decades of life-and-death training.
When he returned from the alien battlefield, Chen Yuting, by then, had used her cunning to remarry multiple times, amassing hundreds of billions in assets. She had several seventh-level martial masters protecting her and had founded the renowned Chen Group, a powerhouse in the nation.
She was a martial arts tycoon in her own right.
If it hadn’t been for the global "Lamenting Tide" that nearly wiped out the Chen Group, her status wouldn’t have been much lower than Wang Xian’s, who was then half a step away from becoming a martial god.
When it came to manipulating men, Wang Xian reckoned there wasn’t a woman in the entire nation who could match Chen Yuting.
But now…
"Training? Sure!" Wang Xian nodded, then turned to his second brother, who was standing beside him with a slightly grim expression, and asked:
"Bro, how much does our center charge for training packages?"
The second brother was stunned for a moment, looking surprised.
He muttered to himself:
"Since when did Xiao Xian care about charging this girl for training?"
"Basic training is 500 an hour, intermediate is 1000, and advanced… with a martial artist, it’s 1500 an hour."
The second brother replied with a grin.
The training packages didn’t just include sparring; they also came with expensive supplements.
Wang Xian nodded and said to Chen Yuting:
"Then go to the front desk and pay up."
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Chen Yuting was dumbfounded. She pointed at herself. "You’re charging me?"
"Of course…" Wang Xian glanced at Chen Yuting’s two friends. "You two, don’t touch those training equipment. Only members can use them. Membership is 3000 a month, right, Second Brother?"
"Hahaha…" The second brother laughed. "For your classmates, we can give a discount. How about… 2500?"
The two girls immediately retracted their hands, their faces turning red with embarrassment. They quickly moved closer to Chen Yuting, giving Wang Xian strange looks.
"Wang Xian! Do you think this is funny?" Chen Yuting’s face instantly turned cold, her voice a mix of anger and disdain. "You were the one who begged me to come here!"
Wang Xian replied:
"I begged you to come, but I never said I wouldn’t charge you."
"Besides, I already have a training partner. Even if you pay, you’ll have to wait your turn."
Chen Yuting trembled with anger, but then she smirked, her eyes filled with disdain:
"You? Who else would want to train with a loser like you, with a natural life force of only 0.1?"
In other words, if it weren’t for the fact that your family’s martial arts center has these facilities, I wouldn’t even be here.
Wang Xian spread his hands and stepped aside, revealing Ye Miyue, who had changed into a white training outfit and was walking out slowly.
In an instant, Chen Yuting and her two friends were stunned.
"No way!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
