In the luxurious hotel room.
All the strange objects in the room had been cleaned up by Ye Cheng, and the pink lighting had been restored to its normal color.
Ye Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Whew, finally done!"
This room was downright evil.
It might as well have been cursed!
Then again, considering the two lovebirds with thick accents who had checked in earlier, all fiery passion and no restraint, what kind of decent hotel would this be?
Shen Qinghan lay sprawled on the large bed, fiddling with her phone while clutching her rabbit-shaped smoking doll in her other hand, showing not a hint of discomfort.
This wasn’t what Ye Cheng had expected.
Shouldn’t this have been a shy, awkward night?
Something straight out of a tsundere script—"Baka, don’t look!"—wasn’t that how it was supposed to go?
But here was this scheming young mistress, acting like a seasoned pro.
Ye Cheng shook his head, clearing away the unnecessary thoughts. This wasn’t his business. He’d heard rich kids played wild games these days…
He wondered if his championship-winning jump rope skills from elementary and kindergarten days could still hold up against her!
Hearing Ye Cheng’s movements, Shen Qinghan propped herself up from the bed.
"Finished?"
"Should be. No stragglers left behind," Ye Cheng said, glancing around.
It was just one night anyway.
Ye Cheng’s philosophy was simple: as long as the bed wasn’t littered with "mysterious little gadgets," it was good enough for sleeping.
But alas, the scheming young mistress refused to settle—everything in sight had to be spotless. It had taken Ye Cheng a good half-hour to tidy up.
Shen Qinghan nodded. "Good. Then, goodnight."
With that, she put down her phone and claimed the entire bed for herself.
Ye Cheng: "…"
What a heartless woman.
He washed his face, freshened up a bit, turned off the lights, and lay down on the living room sofa, closing his eyes to sleep.
Only a couple of soft amber nightlights remained on in the luxurious room, casting just enough glow to not disturb sleep.
Before long, Ye Cheng’s eyelids grew heavy, and he drifted off.
Midnight.
Ye Cheng jolted awake, sensing something eerie nearby.
The moment he opened his eyes, a disheveled "female ghost" stood right in front of him.
Ye Cheng: "…"
"AHHH!!! A GHOST!!!"
His mouth hung wide open, his uvula wagging like a drumstick in a frenzied shake.
SMACK!
A crisp slap echoed through the room.
Confusion, but no brain damage.
"It’s me," came a familiar, icy voice, ringing in Ye Cheng’s ears.
His vision instantly cleared.
"Young Mistress, what are you doing up in the middle of the night?"
Ye Cheng exhaled in relief, clutching his poor heart as he stared helplessly at the scheming young mistress who had decided to scare him for no reason.
Shen Qinghan’s face flushed slightly.
After stammering for a while, she finally spoke.
"Go buy me some things…"
"Miss, do you realize it’s 3 AM? We have an 8 AM class tomorrow—this is lethal!" Ye Cheng groaned, exasperated.
These rich young ladies were truly a handful.
Demanding errands in the dead of night! He’d told her to eat more at dinner, but now she was hungry again…
Wait.
Hang on.
Ye Cheng sniffed the air, catching a faint metallic scent lingering around.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Oh.
He understood now.
Seeing his reaction, Shen Qinghan’s delicate face turned beet red, her usually cool eyes now flickering with discomfort.
Ye Cheng sighed. "Fine, fine. You win. Wait here."
Yawning, he dragged himself off the sofa, freshened up briefly, and headed out.
After hitting a few late-night stores and supermarkets, he returned with bags full of the requested items.
BANG!
He shut the door behind him, only to find the young mistress no longer in the living room. The bathroom door was closed, the sound of running water coming from inside.
"Young Mistress, I’m back. How do you want me to hand these over?"
Standing outside the door, Ye Cheng covered his eyes with one hand as he spoke.
Click.
The bathroom door cracked open. Shen Qinghan’s arm shot out, snatching the bags from his grip.
BANG!
Ye Cheng: "…"
Heartless woman.
Another yawn escaped him as drowsiness crept back in. He collapsed onto the sofa, ready to resume his interrupted sleep.
Sometime later, Shen Qinghan emerged from the bathroom in fresh clothes, her usually cold face now as red as a ripe apple—tempting enough to bite.
Glancing at the now-stained bed, she silently made her way to the sofa where Ye Cheng slept.
Moments later.
"AHHH!!! A GHOST!!!"
SMACK!
"It’s me."
Ye Cheng: "…"
Wait, had he been hit with a genjutsu?
This felt like déjà vu. Had he somehow fallen victim to Itachi’s illusions?
Clutching his thin blanket, Ye Cheng blinked sleepily at Shen Qinghan.
"What now, Young Mistress?"
"I’m sleeping on the sofa," she stated flatly.
Ye Cheng paused. "But I thought I was—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
Right. The bed was out of commission now.
Watching his last refuge being seized by the evil young mistress, Ye Cheng’s anger flared!
Why? Why must he endure such oppression? Just because she was high-status and ruthless, was he supposed to cower? Endless retreat would only invite further tyranny. The only way was to rise, to resist, to—
"Ten thousand," Shen Qinghan said calmly.
"Here, Young Mistress! Try this sofa—is the firmness to your liking? If not, I can add a couple more pillows!"
Ye Cheng rolled off his former territory at lightning speed, batting his "Kazilan big eyes" with an ingratiating smile.
Damn "money power"!
Thus, Ye Cheng was banished to the carpet, his belly covered by the thin blanket—because no matter what, the belly button must never be left exposed.
Good. Now, sleep.
...
Meanwhile.
At Great Sea City Noble Academy.
Inside Dongfang Zhixia’s private villa.
Her assistant was, as usual, organizing school-related matters for her young mistress.
The student council president had plenty to handle.
Unlike most schools, Great Sea City Noble Academy’s student council held real authority—even the principal couldn’t interfere with their decisions.
In a way, they held absolute power.
But with power came responsibility.
Among the many tasks was tracking students who failed to return to their dorms.
And here, on just the second day of the semester, someone had the audacity to stay out overnight.
What a bold challenge to the student council’s authority!
This is a blatant disregard for the school's rules and regulations!
We must make an example out of them and deal with this severely. Only then will the students understand that rules are meant to be followed, not ignored!
Yesterday, the number of students who failed to return to their dorms was zero, but today, it’s two.
One from the boys' dormitory and one from the girls' dormitory.
Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan.
The assistant froze when she saw Ye Cheng’s name, her pupils contracting sharply. Her breathing quickened, and she grew visibly agitated.
"Miss! Miss! You can finally get your revenge!!!"
Clutching the list excitedly, the assistant rushed toward Dongfang Zhixia’s room. Her exhilarated, almost giddy voice echoed loudly across the entire first floor.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
