Ye Miyue walked over, her face as cold as ancient, unmelting ice.
She showed no expression whatsoever.
Yet, Chen Yuting seemed to be intimidated by an inexplicable aura, taking a step back.
The two bodyguards on either side retreated several steps as well.
At Rongcheng Martial High School, if Ye Miyue was the moon hanging high in the heavens,
then Chen Yuting was the scattered stars beneath it.
Without the moon for comparison, Chen Yuting would have shone brightly.
But against the moon, her light seemed dim.
Just like now, the moment Ye Miyue appeared, many eyes instantly shifted away from Chen Yuting.
Ye Miyue didn’t say a word.
Yet, Chen Yuting clenched her teeth tightly.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
She probably never expected that Ye Miyue, who never associated with anyone at school, would now be walking alongside Wang Xian.
Even if it was just as a sparring partner…
“Sister Yuting, maybe we should go…” The two younger girls tugged at Chen Yuting’s sleeve.
Chen Yuting pulled her hand back, as if delivering a final blow:
“Wang Xian, in that case, don’t bring me breakfast anymore. I’ll only have Li Zihang bring it for me.”
“…”
*Clap!*
Wang Xian clapped his hands, amused:
“Deal!”
Thinking back, Wang Xian found it hilarious that the privilege of bringing breakfast had been something he’d fought for…
Wait, was I really that much of a simp back then?
“You!”
Chen Yuting was so angry she couldn’t speak. After taking a few deep breaths, she sneered:
“Fine, I didn’t even want to come today anyway. I already had plans!”
“And you’re really pretentious!”
With that, Chen Yuting grabbed the two younger girls and stormed off.
“Wait.” Wang Xian’s voice came from behind.
“Too late!” Chen Yuting’s lips curled into a smirk, but she didn’t turn back, her voice rising: “It’s no use begging me now…”
Before she could finish,
“You forgot your jacket. This is a martial arts gym, not a laundromat.”
“…”
Chen Yuting froze, her face darkening as she walked to the coat rack, grabbed her jacket, and fled the gym like she was escaping.
After the three left,
Wang Yan looked at Wang Xian with a mix of surprise and admiration:
“Kid, you’re finally starting to act like a man.”
He nudged Wang Xian and gestured toward Ye Miyue behind them, whispering:
“Changed targets, huh? But don’t say I didn’t warn you, this girl’s even tougher than the one who just left…”
“Speaking of which, when did this girl even come to the gym…”
Clearly, Wang Yan didn’t recognize that Ye Miyue was the disguised No. 8 technician from earlier.
After all, her attire and demeanor were completely different now.
Chuckling, Wang Yan didn’t say more and walked away.
“What are you standing there for?” Wang Xian glanced at Ye Miyue, whose expression remained calm but whose body was tense.
“Oh…” Ye Miyue dumbly walked toward the sparring ring.
“What are you going up there for?”
“Didn’t you say we were sparring…”
Wang Xian laughed. This silly girl, he’d only been joking.
But she took it seriously.
“Then you’ll have to pay first.”
“…”
Hearing that she had to pay, Ye Miyue nodded and actually started walking toward the front desk.
Wang Xian quickly grabbed her sleeve:
“Do you even have the energy to spar?”
“You’re really something.”
Only then did Ye Miyue remember something, her cheeks flushing slightly:
“It’s getting late, so I… I’ll head back now.”
Wang Xian nodded without a word and followed behind Ye Miyue.
They walked out of the gym together.
Ye Miyue, noticing that Wang Xian showed no sign of stopping, finally whispered:
“You don’t… have to walk me…”
“Walk you?” Wang Xian chuckled. “Who said I’m walking you? I’m just heading home. We’re going the same way.”
Ye Miyue opened her mouth to say something but then quickened her pace.
Wang Xian matched her steps.
After twenty minutes, when they reached the subway entrance, she couldn’t take it anymore and turned to glare at Wang Xian.
Her message was clear: Stop following me.
But Wang Xian had also stopped, though he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the dusky sky, his expression grave.
It’s here!
Not long after, a massive shadow swept over the heads of countless people.
The once dusky sky was suddenly shrouded in darkness, as if a curtain had been drawn.
“What just flew past?”
“Ugh! Was that a mutant beast?”
“Don’t joke around. What kind of mutant beast is that big?”
“A plane…? No, Rongcheng’s Twin Star Airport is over a hundred kilometers away.”
“That thing looked bigger than a plane…”
“Run…!”
*Crack—!*
The giant shadow stirred the crowd on the streets, and many onlookers immediately pulled out their phones to take pictures.
But in the next moment, it was as if the world had frozen. Many pedestrians stopped in their tracks:
A couple arguing pointed at each other, their mouths open but no words coming out.
A tired office worker eating beef offal let the scalding radish sit in his mouth, unchewed.
A pedestrian by the roadside trying to scan a shared bike’s QR code couldn’t press the confirmation button.
…
Time hadn’t stopped, because though they weren’t moving, their eyes were gradually filling with terror.
The ‘Domain Pressure’ of an S-Class Mutant Beast.
Anyone below the seventh level of martial arts mastery would be affected to varying degrees.
For ordinary people, even at a great distance, the pressure was enough to paralyze them.
After the shadow passed, a fierce gust of wind roared through.
At the same time, a blue light screen appeared in the sky above Rongcheng.
The screen was made up of countless hexagonal transparent energy blocks, forming a protective shell over the city.
“Wind King Falcon… a sky-dwelling species, with an adult weight exceeding 200 tons, a body length of at least 140 meters, and a height of 50 meters… Its normal speed ranges from 7 to 10 Mach, and its cry can shatter bulletproof glass from ten kilometers away. A single feather falling from its body could slice through a building with ease. Its Wind King Feathers also have the ability to disrupt electromagnetic signals…”
Wang Xian, seemingly unaffected by the pressure, murmured as he gazed at the colossal shadow.
It’s here, as expected.
S-Class Mutant Beasts are also known as ‘City-Destroyer’ Mutant Beasts, capable of posing a significant threat to human cities of small to medium size.
Their bodies can easily withstand the bombardment of intercontinental missiles.
Only martial arts masters at the seventh level or above can deal with them.
“The city’s current defenses are too weak…”
Wang Xian frowned deeply.
Though these creatures were considered small fry on the interplanetary battlefields decades later—he used to slaughter dozens of them with ease—
on present-day Earth, they were still terrifyingly rare.
Known for their speed, these rare mutant beasts could exceed 30 Mach when diving from the atmosphere at full acceleration.
Coupled with their incredible stealth capabilities, even Dragon Country’s most advanced anti-missile systems would struggle to detect them.
By the time you noticed, disaster would already be upon you.
Such is the nature of mutant beasts.
However, Wang Xian remembered that back then, there happened to be a seventh-level peak martial arts master in Rongcheng, within the Western Shu Province.
The Wind King Falcon didn’t last long before being slain by this master.
Otherwise, the damage wouldn’t have been limited to a few destroyed streets and a thousand casualties.
But even so…

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.”

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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?!

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