At this moment.
Qin Xuan had just eaten half of his meal when he noticed a group of taekwondo club members staring at him. He immediately frowned.
He hated being disturbed while eating!
The leader was a youth with a center parted haircut named Zhao Lin, a third year finance student who was also the vice president of the taekwondo club.
Compared to the president Yang Hao, although Zhao Lin was slightly inferior, he was still considered a prominent figure at Yun Cheng University.
"You're Qin Xuan right?" Zhao Lin spoke aggressively.
"What's up?" Qin Xuan asked.
"That's right!"
Zhao Lin arrogantly threw a punch at him, completely disregarding that this was a public space.
Where did this mad dog come from?
Qin Xuan casually blocked Zhao Lin's fist and lightly flicked his arm, sending Zhao Lin's body spinning through the air before crashing to the ground.
Qin Xuan picked him up with one hand and brought him to a bucket of dirty water, pressing Zhao Lin's head into it.
Ah!
Zhao Lin let out a miserable scream. The terror of nearly drowning coupled with the stench of dirty water in his nostrils left his mind completely blank!
The entire cafeteria fell silent in an instant.
Not a hint of noise remained.
The taekwondo club's vice president, a blue belt, who could normally beat several people at once, was now being held down in a bucket of dirty water without any ability to fight back!
This seemingly ordinary country bumpkin.
Really has some skills!
Although Zhao Lin looked fierce, fear had already taken root in his heart.
Originally, Yang Hao was going to come in person, but Zhao Lin eagerly volunteered, saying that a country bumpkin wasn't worth the president coming himself.
Now it was clear this Qin Xuan couldn't be dealt with without Yang Hao!
"Do you dare come with me to exchange some moves with our president?" Zhao Lin arrogantly demanded.
"Sparring? Is there any benefit?"
Qin Xuan calmly replied, "I don't have time for these childish tricks. If there's no benefit, you can go ahead and call me a coward. I don't care."
With words like that, even provocation wouldn't work.
With absolute faith in his president, Zhao Lin gritted his teeth and said, "I just bought a new Mercedes-Benz E300L. If you can beat our president, I'll give it to you!"
Chaos erupted in the cafeteria.
They thought this was just a petty dispute, but never expected the stakes to be a Mercedes worth over 500,000 yuan!
"Alright." Qin Xuan became a bit interested.
"What's your wager then?" Zhao Lin asked.
"You're the one who asked me to spar, why would I need to place a wager? Forget it if you're not interested." Qin Xuan said indifferently.
Damn!
Zhao Lin nearly exploded his lungs from anger. If he could beat Qin Xuan, he would have charged up and killed him on the spot!
"Fine, come with me!" Zhao Lin led a group of people and left first.
The cafeteria became noisy again, with exclamations ringing out one after another, seemingly ready to blow the roof off.
While the Mercedes was tempting, one had to have the ability to win it!
In the end, if Yang Hao beats him crippled with one kick, he'd realize what a costly mistake it was!
Worry flashed through Xia Wanying's eyes as she softly said, "Don't...don't go..."
"You think that crappy president can beat me?" Qin Xuan asked.
Xia Wanying pursed her lips without saying anything more.
After last night's events, she naturally knew Qin Xuan was powerful, but still felt that instinctive worry, hard to articulate clearly.
Soon.
The news that the taekwondo club president wanted to spar with Qin Xuan quickly spread.
Hearing the stakes was a Mercedes, even the bookworms who spent their days in the library couldn't focus on studying anymore.
Ten minutes later.
Taekwondo club.
The area around the ring was already packed with people.
Club president Yang Hao, dressed in a taekwondo uniform, stood in the ring with some club members, his black belt extremely dazzling.
He was a genuine taekwondo black belt expert!
Although Yang Hao's appearance was unremarkable, his excellent martial arts skills and decent family background allowed him to gain prestige at Yun Cheng University.
The girls who appeared by his side changed almost every few days.
The girls all knew he was scum, yet still shouted: I want him to scum me too!
Perhaps this was the charm of personality.
Below the ring.
Cheng Tao and Li Jiangbo stood among the crowd, appearing completely calm and composed.
Just now, relying on the Golden Plum Garden VIP Card, Cheng Tao had gained Yang Hao's respect. Yang Hao even showed clear interest in befriending him, and guaranteed he would beat Qin Xuan crippled later.
"The winds change. I remember at the start of the semester when I took the initiative to speak to Yang Hao, he didn't even glance at me. How arrogant he was." Cheng Tao said indifferently.
"Yes Brother Tao, starting today, you'll also become one of the prominent figures. Yun Cheng University's top circles will definitely have a place for you!" Li Jiangbo fawned.
Cheng Tao nodded satisfiedly with his hands behind his back, then glanced at another corner and saw some of their classmates had also come.
"Very good, Wu Han, Liu Xiaoli...you previously tried to curry favor with me, but now suddenly went to flatter Qin Xuan. Just watch how embarrassingly that country bumpkin loses later!"
Cheng Tao gritted his teeth and secretly snorted coldly.
Just then, a commotion arose in the venue.
They saw Qin Xuan slowly entering with Xia Wanying, an aloof expression on his face.
Without a single wasted word, Qin Xuan charged onto the ring and loudly shouted, "Where's your president? Tell him to come out!"
The few people on the ring revealed displeasure, especially the black belt expert Yang Hao in the center whose face darkened like water.
They didn't expect this country bumpkin to be so arrogant!
From their expressions, Qin Xuan realized they were about to spout some more nonsense.
Why did the president have to make a flashy entrance at the end?
Simply wasting time.
Qin Xuan strode forward and instantly struck out.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
The few people standing in a row were all slapped down by Qin Xuan, struggling for a good while but unable to get back up.
Qin Xuan stood at the center of the ring, impatiently shouting, "Where's the president? Come out quickly, I'm in a hurry!"
"......"
Dead silence filled the venue.
The vice president Zhao Lin below suddenly felt on the verge of a heart attack, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his face pale as paper.
Cheng Tao and Li Jiangbo exchanged glances, pupils contracting, feeling like ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping past in their hearts, and waves of numbness washed over their scalps.
The rest of the spectators madly swallowed their saliva, bodies numb throughout.
Where was the president?
Can't you see the black belt around his waist?
You just slapped them all down with one slap each, yet still ask where the president is. Do you want to humiliate them any further!
The highly anticipated sparring match ended before it even began...
Everyone felt like their throats were smoking, unable to utter a single sound for a long time.
"You, you!!"
Yang Hao crawled up from the ground, pointing at Qin Xuan and roaring angrily, "Is this your idea of fair sparring? I'm not even ready yet!"
Qin Xuan observed the crowd's expressions, suddenly realizing this was the president, and asked in bewilderment, "You're the taekwondo club president? So pathetic?"
Pathetic!
The venue instantly erupted.
Yang Hao, unable to bear the humiliation, prepared himself and fiercely charged over.
Slap!
Yang Hao flew off the ring.
After nearly ten seconds of dead silence, the entire taekwondo club seemed ready to explode, with all kinds of exclamations echoing one after another, like surging waves of heat sweeping forth...
Zhao Lin slumped to the ground, face ashen.
The Mercedes he had driven for just two or three days was gone.
He even felt like Qin Xuan had toyed with him!
Cheng Tao and Li Jiangbo clenched their fists tightly, faces flushed red, nails nearly piercing their palms.
While Wu Han and the other female classmates were cheering joyfully, loudly proclaiming how handsome Qin Xuan was.
Even Chen Yan in the corner gazed at him a bit differently than before.
Liu Xinxin suspiciously asked, "Don't tell me you've fallen for him?"
"We have to admit, he has his merits. His martial arts skills are truly excellent, having someone like him around brings a sense of security," Chen Yan said slowly.
"Perhaps if I hadn't seen that pianist yesterday, I might have given Qin Xuan a chance. But unfortunately... that pianist left an imprint in my heart. I even dreamed about him last night."
"What if you can never find that pianist again?" Liu Xinxin asked.
"I believe in destiny. As long as I go to that restaurant every day, we're bound to meet again sooner or later," Chen Yan shook her head and turned to leave the martial arts club.
Before long, the commotion on site died down.
Qin Xuan stared straight at Zhao Lin. "Do you submit?"
Feeling the weight of everyone's gaze upon him, Zhao Lin broke out in cold sweat. He wanted to back out several times but was afraid he would lose face on campus if he did, so he threw his car keys over.
"I, Zhao Lin, know when I'm beat. The car is parked in the second spot outside the north gate. I'll transfer the registration to you in a few days!"
Barely holding back his tears, Zhao Lin quickly turned and left, venting as he walked, "What crap martial arts club, crap black belt masters, just a bunch of trash!"
The vice president deserted the martial arts club.
Yang Hao knelt miserably on the ground, not daring to speak for a long time.
Everyone realized Qin Xuan was going to make a big name for himself.
Those who were once illustrious figures now seemed petty as dust, contrasting starkly with Qin Xuan's radiance.
Today, Qin Xuan made a name for himself here in one fight!
Many girls had already forgotten Qin Xuan's unfashionable clothes, catching a glimpse of his powerful spirit. They secretly threw flirtatious glances his way...
Qin Xuan paid them no heed, exchanging looks with Xia Wanying before slowly leaving.
Just then, Yang Hao suddenly yelled, "Xia Wanying! If you keep staying so close to him, he'll run into more trouble. Yun Cheng University has many hidden talents, and those interested in you are far more than just me. If you want him dead, just keep staying by his side!"
Hearing this, Xia Wanying stopped in her tracks, her face full of panic.
But Qin Xuan just smiled calmly. In a resonant voice that seemed to shake the heavens, he said, "Hidden talents? Illustrious figures? Nothing but childish brats amusing themselves, just a bunch of riffraff!"
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!
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
