"The people from our Pukou City Love Mutual Aid Alliance have flooded the streets and alleys, even running to the schools, spreading all sorts of claims that you despise love."
"Right now, the entire city of Pukou is in an uproar."
Zhou Xiong’s face changed drastically.
Had the public sentiment in Pukou City really come to such a point? If he lost the people’s support, holding this city would become difficult indeed.
So he immediately said, "Let’s go take a look."
Zhou Xiong set out with his personal guards.
As soon as they stepped onto the street, they saw groups of men and women gathered here and there across Pukou City, delivering impassioned speeches.
"Zhou Xiong is nothing but trash!"
"Zhou Xiong doesn’t even respect love—how can we count on him to defend our Pukou City?"
"Replace Zhou Xiong! Replace Zhou Xiong!"
"Strong support—replace Zhou Xiong!"
"Replacing him is letting him off too easy. Zhou Xiong should kill himself for the cause!"
"Agreed!"
"Agreed plus one!"
"Agreed plus two!"
"Agreed plus ninety-nine!"
...
Zhou Xiong’s face instantly darkened with rage.
Hah, a bunch of clueless men and women, daring to slander him like this during wartime, shaking the people’s morale—utterly insolent.
Zhou Xiong immediately ordered his guards to disperse the crowd.
Just as he caught his breath, a guard came to report again: "General, at the east gate, there are more people from the Pukou City Love Mutual Aid Alliance giving speeches."
"General, near the school, people are still speaking."
"General, at the vegetable market entrance, more people are talking!"
...
Zhou Xiong nearly choked on his own breath. His eyes turned vicious, and his hand went to the blade at his waist, ready to teach these people a lesson with his sword.
But his guard’s next sentence made him collapse completely.
"General, those people from the Pukou City Love Mutual Aid Alliance have bailiffs or officials in their midst—they’re backing them."
"It’s probably on the city lord’s orders."
Now Zhou Xiong understood.
So the city lord was behind this. How could he use his sword now? Drawing it would mean outright conflict. And when he went to war with Ren Tianye later, who would prepare his provisions and weapons? Who would handle his logistics?
"Forget it, forget it..."
Zhou Xiong could only swallow his pride and turned back.
But the nightmare clung to him like a shadow, never letting up despite his retreat.
The guard brought more bad news.
"General, it’s terrible, terrible! The people from the Pukou City Love Mutual Aid Alliance somehow got hold of information about you—everything in detail, even knowing you wet the bed as a child—and now they’re spreading it everywhere..."
"They’ve even rushed to turn it into a play. Right now, every major stage in Pukou City is performing it, drawing huge crowds."
"The streets are deserted—everyone’s gone to laugh at you!"
Boom!
It was as if a thunderbolt had struck right above his head.
Zhou Xiong staggered.
What the hell?
Someone had taken his past deeds, adapted and embellished them, and put them on the stage?
Weren’t they just digging up his entire life? Never mind whether the play was good or bad—just turning his experiences into a performance was an unbearable humiliation!
He was the commander defending Pukou City!
In all of Pukou, apart from the city lord himself, no one should dare show him such disrespect.
And now...
They dared to insult him like this.
Zhou Xiong’s face was filled with a dark, murderous rage. "Come on, come with me. I want to see for myself if these people have grown a lion’s heart or a leopard’s guts."
Zhou Xiong marched out with a squad of guards, full of bravado. Soon they arrived, and he saw a crowd gathered thickly in front of a stage.
It was practically packed—layer upon layer.
Everyone was watching the spectacle. He snorted coldly. His guards moved to disperse the crowd... but the crowd wouldn’t budge.
Because not only were officials of various ranks from Pukou City mixed in, but the men and women of the Love Mutual Aid Alliance also surged forward.
Zhou Xiong was left utterly helpless.
He couldn’t use force, and backing out now would be too humiliating. So, steeling himself, he and his guards began to shove their way through.
After great difficulty, he finally squeezed to the front. By then, he was drenched in sweat, and his frustration had reached its peak.
Still, he swallowed it and looked at the stage.
A new scene had just begun.
A man and a woman came on stage.
From their costumes, Zhou Xiong could tell immediately.
The man was him; the woman was his wife Wanqing, shot dead by his own soldiers.
Wanqing—
Or rather, the actress playing her—was gazing tenderly at the actor playing him.
"Zhou Xiong Ge, I’ve already decided in my heart—I will marry no one but you."
The actress’s performance was clearly skilled; her emotions—perhaps because of her specialty—were deeply felt.
Just that one line sent the crowd below into a frenzy.
"Wow, what a wonderful woman!"
"Miss Wanqing is truly pure and sincere, a model of love. Those words sent chills down my spine."
"Can anyone here relate? The sound of Miss Wanqing’s voice just melted my heart."
...
Amid the noise, Zhou Xiong frowned deeply. Then he saw the play continue.
After the actress playing Wanqing said her line, the actor playing him immediately replied with a smile, "So does that mean I don’t have to give you a betrothal gift?"
Zhou Xiong’s expression changed the moment he heard that.
Because he had really said those exact words.
And the audience burst into an uproar.
"Miss Wanqing loves you so much, and you can’t even be bothered to give a betrothal gift? What a scumbag!"
"This shows Zhou Xiong has been dissatisfied with Miss Wanqing for a long time. I demand a full investigation!"
"Men are all the same—not a single decent one. Such a wonderful woman as Miss Wanqing, and he won’t even offer a betrothal gift? Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"
...
While the crowd was in turmoil, the play didn’t pause for a moment.
The actress playing Wanqing immediately shouted, "No, that won’t do. You still have to give a betrothal gift. But I’ll be good to you later on."
The actor playing Zhou Xiong said, "So after we marry, you’ll do all the housework?"
"No, no, absolutely not. But I’ll try my best—I’ll give you a fine horse someday."
"I want a Ferghana horse."
"No, no, not that. But I can support you."
"Then starting tomorrow, I won’t go to the barracks anymore. I’ll just stay home."
"No, no, not that either. But I’ll listen to you from now on."
"Then... after we’re married, the money is all mine to manage?"
"No, no, no. After we marry, what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is yours."
...
By the time he’d seen this much, Zhou Xiong had no heart left to watch.
A chill ran through him, because these were truly scenes he had once shared with Wanqing.
So vividly real.
It was clear the city lord wanted to crush him completely—spilling everything to the public, making sure even those who didn’t know the details would seek them out.
...
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?!
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
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.
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!
