"Su Fugui! You're done! You're completely done!"
In the dimly lit street, Tang Mo pointed at Su Fugui with his finger.
At this moment, the slap mark and teeth on Tang Mo's face had already healed to their original state.
It was clear that he had received treatment from the Tang family.
Beside Tang Mo stood a woman dressed in black tight-fitting clothing.
The woman in black had a tall and perfect figure, with two full and rounded curves on her chest that even the tight-fitting outfit couldn't contain.
Her face was covered by an intricately textured mask, revealing only her eyes.
Though her full features couldn't be seen, her sharp gaze suggested she was undoubtedly a stunning beauty!
Seeing Su Fugui's eyes fixed on the woman, Tang Mo smirked with satisfaction.
"Do you know who this woman is? She's my most loyal guard—Night Shadow!"
"Guess what her cultivation level is?"
"Early Second Realm!!!"
"That's a whole realm higher than you, you filthy beggar!"
"How can you even compare?"
As Tang Mo spoke, he tried to slap Night Shadow's buttocks, hoping to show off.
Look, I have such an exceptional woman, and you don't. How does that feel?
In the next second, Night Shadow stepped back, avoiding Tang Mo's hand.
Her cold voice came from behind the mask.
"Young Master Tang Mo, I am a killer you privately hired with five gold coins. I am not your loyal servant. Please behave yourself."
"Can't you just play along? Fine, I'll pay you more!"
Tang Mo said angrily.
Night Shadow waved her hand dismissively.
"Sorry, even more money won't do. This isn't about money; it's about your behavior crossing the line."
"Fine, fine! Just break that guy's limbs over there! Got it?"
Tang Mo waved his hand impatiently.
Then he turned to Su Fugui and sneered.
"You're finished! I'm going to make you wish you were dead!"
"I'll have your limbs broken and turn you into a eunuch, then hang you in my family's restroom!"
"You won't even get the luxury of death!"
Tang Mo continued his arrogant taunts.
Su Fugui, looking utterly unimpressed, said,
"You idiot, stop fantasizing already."
"Su Fugui, I'll f*** your mom! Night Shadow, get him!!!"
Boom!
As soon as Tang Mo finished speaking, Night Shadow's figure instantly vanished from her spot!
"So fast!"
Su Fugui was startled.
As an early First Realm cultivator, his reflexes were far quicker than an ordinary person's.
Yet, even in his eyes, all he could see was a black blur rushing toward him!
Without time to think, Su Fugui instantly drew a sword from behind his back and held it in front of him.
This sword was something he had bought in an antique street, rumored to have belonged to a Third Realm wandering swordsman.
At the time, a treasure appraiser had also taken a liking to the sword and mocked Su Fugui, saying he couldn't possibly afford it.
In the end, Su Fugui had publicly humiliated the man.
Clang—!
The sharp sound of metal clashing echoed.
Only then did Su Fugui finally catch a glimpse of Night Shadow's figure.
She was holding two short daggers in her hands.
Though the daggers had a short attack range, they were highly agile.
Each could be wielded with one hand, and the two blades complemented each other perfectly.
Clang—! Clang—! Clang—!
In the blink of an eye, Night Shadow slashed out three times.
Su Fugui's arms went numb from the impact, and one of his wrists snapped instantly!
"Damn it!!!!"
Su Fugui quickly retreated in shock.
But as soon as he stepped back, Night Shadow closed the distance again.
Su Fugui could even feel something soft pressing against his neck.
But there was no time to think about what it was!
Night Shadow raised her dagger, aiming to stab Su Fugui's temple.
"Damn it! You're forcing my hand!!!!"
Su Fugui frowned and unleashed his secret move!
"Ahhhhhh!"
Su Fugui roared as he lowered his head!
"!!!!"
Night Shadow was startled and instantly kicked Su Fugui's leg, creating distance between them.
"You! What are you doing? You disgusting man!!!"
Night Shadow cursed, glancing down at herself.
Then, with a look of disgust, she picked up a towel and began meticulously wiping herself.
"Ha! I knew it! This assassin woman hates being touched by strangers!"
Su Fugui lay on the ground, clutching his thigh and grinning through the pain.
He had gambled correctly.
And he had won!
Once Night Shadow finished cleaning herself, she looked up with a look of disdain.
"You disgusting man, I'll—"
Clink!
Before Night Shadow could finish, Su Fugui pulled out ten gold coins and dropped them on the ground.
Night Shadow froze in place.
Su Fugui smiled victoriously and said,
"Kill Tang Mo for me."
"Eh? That's... that's not appropriate..."
Clink!
Another ten gold coins.
"Kill Tang Mo."
"We assassins have a code of honor. We can't just—"
Clink!
Another ten gold coins.
By now, Tang Mo had finally realized what was happening.
Sweat poured down his face as he roared and charged at Su Fugui, aiming to kick him to death.
At that moment, Night Shadow suddenly reached out and grabbed Tang Mo's wrist.
"Young Master Tang, no rush. Let's see if we can squeeze a bit more out of him before we finish him off,"
Night Shadow said calmly.
"Ah, ahaha, really?"
Tang Mo asked nervously, his face drenched in sweat.
Clink!
Clink!
Fifty gold coins—Su Fugui pulled out every last one he had.
Then he smiled and said,
"I have another fifty gold coins at home."
Splat!
As soon as the words left his mouth, blood splattered everywhere.
It was Tang Mo's blood.
Night Shadow flicked her wrist, elegantly cleaning her dagger of blood.
Not a single drop stained her body.
She walked over, collected the gold coins, and said coldly,
"My older brother is a top-tier assassin with Third Realm cultivation. If you dare to have any ill intentions toward me, you won't be able to handle the consequences."
"Of course not,"
Su Fugui chuckled, struggling to his feet.
With a broken thigh and a fractured wrist, it was no easy task.
At that moment, Night Shadow tossed Su Fugui a medicinal pill.
Su Fugui swallowed the pill and immediately felt his body begin to heal rapidly.
In about six hours, his fractures would be completely healed!
Leaning against the wall, Su Fugui managed to stand up and said,
"Interested in a long-term partnership? If you become my personal guard, I'll pay you five gold coins a day."
"Oh? And what exactly do you mean by 'personal'?"
Night Shadow asked, glancing at Su Fugui.
To be fair, Su Fugui, dressed up as he was, was quite handsome.
If not for his somewhat slender build, he might have been even more attractive.
For someone who was both good-looking and wealthy, Night Shadow didn't seem too opposed to the idea of him touching her anymore.
"Haha, maybe a bit of everything,"
Su Fugui said, extending his hand.
Night Shadow also reached out her hand.
In the next moment.
Whack!
Night Shadow suddenly slapped Su Fugui's shoulder, sending him flying two meters back.
Su Fugui crashed to the ground, groaning in pain.
He looked up, about to ask why.
Then.
Boom!!!
A loud explosion echoed, and debris flew everywhere.
Su Fugui saw a long spear smash into the spot where he had just been standing.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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)
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?"
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?!
