"I've endured you long enough. I thought stepping back would earn me your respect, but I was wrong. How dare someone like you humiliate me like this?"
Ye Liangchen took a deep breath, flicking the bangs that obscured his vision, his eyes dark and venomous as he glared at Long Aotian.
Xue Shaohua feared him, but Ye Liangchen didn’t. He raised his chin arrogantly, his gaze locked onto Long Aotian, the fury within him barely contained...
Yet when he saw Long Aotian’s calm, mocking expression, the flames of anger burned hotter, his resentment skyrocketing. Everything was spiraling toward the worst possible outcome.
"What’s with that look? Why are you staring at me like that?"
How dare Long Aotian look down on him? He was a reincarnator, blessed with foresight and knowledge of the future.
How dare Long Aotian humiliate him? Sure, he wasn’t as endowed as Long Aotian, but so what? Hadn’t he heard the saying "good things come in small packages"?
Besides, what was Long Aotian so proud of? That oversized thing of his would only bring pain to women, whereas he, Ye Liangchen, would only bring them tenderness.
Ye Liangchen suddenly took a step back, putting distance between himself and Long Aotian, assuming a combat stance. "Enough talk. Fight me."
"If you win, we’ll admit we were wrong."
"But if you lose, then stay away from Hu Yuying. Stop holding her back from her future!"
As he spoke, Ye Liangchen let out a bitter laugh. Even though his precious girl had repeatedly embarrassed him, how could he give up without winning her over—no, without saving her from her misery?
He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply to steady his heartbeat, gathering every ounce of strength in his body...
SMACK!
Ye Liangchen staggered, his concentration shattered. His eyes flew open in shock as he touched his stinging cheek.
"You... you hit me?"
Faced with Ye Liangchen’s disbelief, Long Aotian finally understood why even his gentle subordinate despised this man.
He was insufferable. Despicable.
Xue Shaohua, who had been considering a sneak attack from behind, froze when he saw Long Aotian casually slap Ye Liangchen.
Damn... if that hit me, how much would it hurt?
"How shameless can you be to say something like that?" Long Aotian stepped forward, looking down at Ye Liangchen with cold disdain.
Finally snapping out of his daze, Ye Liangchen glared back with venom. "I’m shameless? Hah, that’s rich coming from you."
"You don’t know anything. You have no idea."
His courage returning, Ye Liangchen pressed on. "Do you have any idea how much I’ve sacrificed for Hu Yuying?"
"She could have had a brighter future, but you—you’re nothing but a stumbling block. Without you, Hu Yuying’s talent would have taken her so much further."
"And yet, you’re completely oblivious. If you really cared about her, you’d let her go."
Ye Liangchen now stood on the moral high ground, looking down at Long Aotian with righteous scorn.
At this point, if Long Aotian had even an ounce of concern for Hu Yuying, he’d step aside and let her go—let him, Ye Liangchen, be the one to save her, to guide her toward the glorious future she deserved in this life, just as she had in his dreams of the past.
Straightening his posture, Ye Liangchen rose onto his tiptoes, trying to match Long Aotian’s height so he could stare directly into his eyes. He wanted to see regret there.
"You’re pathetic," Long Aotian said flatly. "Who do you think you are, dictating Hu Yuying’s life?"
"Your so-called ‘concern’ is worthless."
"Using ‘what’s best for her’ as an excuse to meddle in someone else’s life—do you even realize how disgusting you are?"
"Hu Yuying’s life is none of your damn business. And let’s be honest—you’re not ‘concerned.’ I can practically see the filth in your eyes."
His words, though calm, nailed Ye Liangchen to the cross of humiliation.
"Hu Yuying is my girlfriend now. Stay away from her."
Long Aotian’s gaze flicked briefly to Xue Shaohua, who flinched, unable to meet his eyes.
Though Xue Shaohua was nearly as tall as Long Aotian, the latter exuded an aura of raw, overwhelming strength—an unspoken dominance.
The meaning behind Long Aotian’s words was simple, but Ye Liangchen, ever the reincarnator, clung to his delusions of superiority.
Even if Long Aotian was right, in his heart, Ye Liangchen still believed he was the one in the right.
"So this is your excuse for holding Hu Yuying back?"
"Long Aotian, don’t be so selfish."
"Even if Hu Yuying hasn’t said anything, your presence is affecting her. That’s undeniable."
Long Aotian exhaled slowly. He prided himself on his patience—since transmigrating here, very few things had truly gotten under his skin.
The first time had been when Ye Liangchen stalked the girls and kicked down his door.
And now, here he was again. "You’re truly shameless."
"I’m just standing on the side of justice," Ye Liangchen retorted, then shot Xue Shaohua a signal before suddenly swinging his palm toward Long Aotian’s face.
Xue Shaohua hesitated but, seeing Ye Liangchen strike first, seized the opportunity to attack from behind.
Long Aotian caught Ye Liangchen’s wrist mid-swing.
Without missing a beat, he kicked backward—
Xue Shaohua screamed as the blow landed square on his chest, sending him crashing to the ground.
Ye Liangchen’s pupils shrank at the sight.
Then, before he could react, Long Aotian’s arm swung—his palm slicing through the air with a sharp whoosh—
SMACK!
The slap landed hard.
In one fluid motion, Long Aotian twisted Ye Liangchen’s arm and delivered a brutal kick, sending him stumbling back—only to trip over Xue Shaohua’s sprawled form and collapse in a heap.
"I hate people like you—hypocrites who preach from their moral pedestals."
"Stay away from Hu Yuying. If I catch you harassing her again, I swear you’ll regret it."
He nudged the groaning pair with his foot. "Understood?"
Ye Liangchen clenched his teeth in frustration. Being defeated was humiliating enough, but now he had to endure this outright mockery. "Got it," he spat through gritted teeth.
Xue Shaohua, clutching his stomach, also nodded weakly. "Understood."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?!
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!
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?"
