"Don't worry, as long as Wu Zhishang is generous enough to forgive you, I’ll disappear from your sight forever."
"Miss, please let my friend go. He was just too angry because he loves Wu Zhishang so much. He didn’t mean to insult you. Please, stop fighting."
Listening to the man’s incessant chatter only irritated Zhang Xinyan even more. While tearing into Zhao Miaomiao, she also managed to slap Lv Jian twice, prompting him to join the fray.
The security team, noticing the commotion outside the building, rushed out to intervene. But when they saw Assistant Zhang holding her own against two people, they silently formed a circle around them instead.
Just then, Wu Zhishang and Lin Ran arrived downstairs.
On their way down in the elevator, a junior assistant had already sent them the surveillance footage of what had happened at the entrance.
They both fell into deep thought as they watched Zhang Xinyan’s swift and precise movements.
Wu Zhishang froze for a moment, murmuring to himself, "Her insults... are pretty vicious."
Lin Ran: "Is that the point here? Old Wu, I find this assistant quite interesting. She stood up for you this time—make sure you compensate her properly, at least for workplace injuries."
Back when he was with Zhao Miaomiao, Wu Zhishang had always been the one giving endlessly, never receiving equal love in return.
But now, an assistant who could have easily stayed out of it had stepped in to defend him.
Somehow, he felt something indescribable in his heart.
He had felt this way before—with Chen Qingtian.
Wu Zhishang was the kind of person who would repay kindness tenfold.
But if someone wronged him, he wouldn’t necessarily seek revenge.
The classic "nice guy."
In life, such people are the easiest to get along with—and also the easiest to bully. But if they ever snapped, they could become the most ruthless.
Zhang Xinyan had stood up for him. Regardless of her motives, the result was in his favor.
He wouldn’t forget this debt.
As they stepped outside, Lin Ran immediately spotted the crowd gathered in a circle.
"The Chairman and Mr. Wu are here!" someone shouted. Everyone turned to look and quickly made way.
Lin Ran was puzzled. Why hadn’t these people stopped the fight? Getting paid to stand around and watch?
What kind of security was this? They had to be fired.
But when he saw the three people at the center, he understood.
Ah, so they were protecting their own fighter. Not bad.
Zhao Miaomiao knew Wu Zhishang had arrived and was ready to stop fighting, but Zhang Xinyan refused to let go.
At this point, Zhang Xinyan was half-kneeling on the ground, one hand gripping Zhao Miaomiao’s hair while the other relentlessly slapped her. Her knee pressed against Lv Jian’s throat, and he was already starting to see stars.
Zhao Miaomiao lay half-prone, one arm feebly trying to block the slaps while the other clung to Zhang Xinyan’s hair, barely holding on.
"Zhishang’s here. I don’t want to fight anymore. Let me go."
Zhang Xinyan kept slapping her. "You let go first."
Zhao Miaomiao: "Let’s count to three and release at the same time."
Zhang Xinyan: "Fine." (Slap! Slap! Slap!)
Zhao Miaomiao: "One! Two! Three!"
Silence. Neither let go.
"Why didn’t you let go?" (Sobbing)
"You didn’t either!" (Slap! Slap! Slap!)
Zhao Miaomiao: "Let’s try again. Whoever doesn’t let go is a dog."
Zhang Xinyan: "Deal." (Slap! Slap! Slap!)
Zhao Miaomiao: "One! Two! Three!"
Silence again. Still no release.
"You liar! You’re such a dog!"
Zhang Xinyan: "Right back at you—woof woof woof!" (Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!)
From the ground, Lv Jian gasped, "Just... kill... me... already..."
He had truly reached his limit. When he’d first joined the fight, Zhang Xinyan had kicked him straight in the groin, instantly crippling him. As he lay there wailing, she had then seized him by the throat.
Security finally stepped in to separate them, mostly prying Zhao Miaomiao’s fingers loose.
But no one stopped Zhang Xinyan. As they pulled them apart, she yanked hard—and a clump of Zhao Miaomiao’s hair came away in her hand.
"Ah—!" Zhao Miaomiao clutched her head, wailing in pain.
Lin Ran stifled a laugh. So she’s the spicy type. Old Wu might finally be saved.
If Wu Zhishang wasn’t completely clueless, this should scare Zhao Miaomiao off for good.
Wu Zhishang approached, and this time, Lin Ran stayed back as a mere spectator.
Zhao Miaomiao immediately put on a pitiful face. "Zhishang, I came to see you. I missed you so much. I was wrong—please don’t leave me. I swear it wasn’t about your money."
Wu Zhishang ignored her. Instead, he walked up to Zhang Xinyan, looking at his still-fuming assistant, and suddenly smiled.
Zhang Xinyan glared at him. "Do I look ridiculous to you?"
Wu Zhishang shook his head. "Not ridiculous. Adorable. You’ve worked hard, my warrior. I’ll take it from here."
He turned to Zhao Miaomiao, her face a picture of misery.
Then—he slapped her.
Wu Zhishang swore he had never hit anyone that hard in his life.
"Bzzz—" Zhao Miaomiao’s ears rang. Her already reddened cheek swelled instantly, the skin splitting slightly as blood seeped out.
Wu Zhishang pulled out his wallet and tossed a wad of cash at her. "Go get your ears checked. Next time, it won’t be this easy."
Then, noticing Zhang Xinyan’s reddened palm, he took her hand and walked away, leaving Zhao Miaomiao clutching her ear in shock.
In her daze, she watched as Wu Zhishang walked off, hand in hand with another woman.
Their fingers intertwined tightly—somehow, memories flooded Zhao Miaomiao’s mind.
"Can I hold your hand, Miaomiao?"
"Can I hold it forever?"
"Can I hold it for a lifetime?"
Back then, she had vowed, "Of course. You’re only allowed to hold my hand. If you ever hold another woman’s, I’ll never see you again."
Now, tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.
She truly regretted it.
Everything had changed. The man who once swore to love only her—she had truly lost him.
When she came here, Zhao Miaomiao had thought Wu Zhishang was just throwing a tantrum. Now, she understood.
He had broken his promise. By holding another woman’s hand, he was telling her—
It was over.
On the ground, Lv Jian finally caught his breath. "Miaomiao, let’s go. None of this is Zhishang’s fault—it’s mine for ruining your relationship. Let’s get you to the hospital. I’m worried about your injuries. Ah... I’m just useless. I couldn’t protect you like Zhishang could..."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
