He was shirtless, his shorts soaked with sweat.
Beads of sweat rolled down his well-defined muscles, forming a small puddle on the ground.
He had already practiced a set of the most basic military martial arts dozens of times.
His movements went from clumsy to fluid, and now every stance and strike carried the weight of a thunderbolt.
He had turned into a ceaselessly running machine.
Every punch and every kick mobilized the power of every muscle group with absolute precision.
An Changqing's situation had inspired him. What he needed to do now was endlessly improve his foundation. His body didn't lack spiritual energy; as long as his physique could withstand it, he would soon be able to return to the Tier 6 realm he had briefly experienced in the past.
The feeling of that power surging through his body was intoxicating.
[Holy crap... Did Brother Ao finally figure it out?]
[This is what a true powerhouse looks like! Not blinded by superficial glory, but turning back to polish his foundation!]
[I'm touched, really. Yesterday I thought he was going to be completely devastated.]
[Brother Ao has stood back up.]
Passing by, Chen Guan didn't stop walking, merely glancing over out of the corner of his eye.
Good. It seemed he wouldn't need to worry about Long Ao anymore. As expected, the main protagonist group all possessed a certain resilience.
Just as he was heading toward the teaching building, a figure stepped out from the tree-lined path on the side, blocking his way.
The newcomer was dressed in designer casual wear. His golden-blonde hair was particularly eye-catching in the morning light, and he exuded the scent of money from head to toe.
It was none other than Liu Feiyu.
He wore a gentle and flawless smile on his lips, looking like a completely different person from the arrogant and domineering guy he was a few days ago.
"Good morning, classmate Chen," he took the initiative to greet.
The passing students cast curious glances their way, many recognizing these two prominent figures.
One was the eccentric who carried a coffin, and the other was the Third Young Master of the Liu family.
Why were these two standing together?
Chen Guan stopped in his tracks, looking at him expressionlessly.
"There might be a little misunderstanding between us," Liu Feiyu said, keeping his posture very humble. "But I think there are no eternal enemies in this world, only eternal interests. How about we be friends?"
He spoke sincerely, and his gaze was so open that not a hint of falsehood could be seen. It was really quite an effort on his part.
[Here it comes, here it comes. Liu Feiyu is definitely plotting something bad.]
[With that face-changing speed, it's a pity he didn't study acting.]
[There is definitely something wrong with this guy.]
[Tell us something we don't know, upstairs.]
Chen Guan looked at him and remained silent for a moment.
Just when Liu Feiyu thought his friendly gesture had worked and the smile on his lips deepened, Chen Guan looked at him and spoke indifferently.
"Stay away from me. I'm allergic to blonde hair."
As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding noise seemed to be choked off by an invisible hand.
The smile on Liu Feiyu's lips froze.
His entire facial expression turned to ice, like a shoddily made plaster statue, with every contour radiating astonishment.
To be honest, Liu Feiyu had imagined many reasons for being rejected, but he could never have racked his brains enough to come up with such a ridiculous excuse as being allergic to blonde hair.
Even if he were just picking a fight, he wouldn't say that!
The eavesdropping students around them held back their laughter so hard that their faces turned red, their shoulders shaking non-stop.
Liu Feiyu was usually very ostentatious, so even if many people didn't say anything out loud, they looked down on him a bit in their hearts.
Seeing him get deflated was naturally something everyone was happy to witness.
[Damn! (A type of plant)]
[Hahahahahaha, the humor of this sentence itself is only 100 percent, but Brother Guan spouting serious nonsense makes it 1000 percent hilarious.]
[I'm allergic to blonde hair, freaking allergic, what kind of top-tier rejection excuse is this.]
[Murdering the heart, Liu Feiyu probably wants to die right now. I feel like Brother Guan has another layer of meaning; he wants to say he's allergic to little blonde punks.]
[Learned it. I'll reject people like this from now on.]
Chen Guan didn't spare him another glance, walking straight past the dumbfounded Liu Feiyu toward the teaching building.
He simply found it troublesome and casually made up an excuse.
As for whether this excuse would cause severe psychological trauma to Liu Feiyu, that was outside his scope of consideration.
In the afternoon, during a major course.
Chen Guan sat in the back row of the classroom, flipping through an ancient compendium of strange beasts.
He was multitasking, listening to Baal's venomous critiques of the beasts in the book inside his head.
"...The dragon has nine sons, and all nine are different? Bullshit, that's just a promiscuous long worm crossbreeding with different species to produce inferior goods..."
Right then, a small commotion broke out at the classroom door.
Chen Guan looked up.
Liu Feiyu stood at the door, still wearing his perfect smile.
However, his signature blonde hair had turned into a deep, solid black.
He was clearly here for Chen Guan. His gaze swept the classroom, landed straight on Chen Guan, and then he strode over.
[Holy crap! He dyed his hair black!]
[This perseverance, I yield. To get close to Brother Guan, he actually sacrificed his beloved blonde hair.]
[He really... I'm crying to death. So is Brother Guan going to be allergic to his black hair now?]
[It would be impolite to be allergic again.]
Chen Guan's gaze swept over the top of his head and then returned down to his book.
He treated the extra person at the door as an insignificant piece of decoration.
Liu Feiyu's footsteps stopped beside Chen Guan's desk.
The entire class's attention instantly focused on them.
"Classmate Chen, are you still allergic now?"
His voice was gentle, but Chen Guan could hear the suppressed irritation beneath it.
Chen Guan acted as if he hadn't heard.
He picked up his book and stood up.
Under the watchful eyes of Liu Feiyu and the whole class, he silently walked to an empty seat on the other side of the classroom.
He sat down and continued reading his book.
Fortunately, it was a lecture hall, so there were plenty of empty seats.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't say a single word or give a single glance.
Ignoring.
Is the highest form of contempt.
Liu Feiyu stood in place, the smile still on his face, looking as if he wasn't angry at all, and gracefully found a place to sit down.
The classroom was dead silent, the awkwardness in the air so thick you could almost wring water out of it.
Just then, everyone's mobile terminals simultaneously rang with a crisp notification sound, abruptly breaking the oppressive silence.
It was a mass notification from the academy.
Chen Guan also tapped open his terminal.
A message from Li Yan popped up.
[Notification: All members of the Tianshu Class are to gather at the East Gate of the academy at 8:00 AM this Friday. The first secret realm combat drill will take place.]
[Destination: D-Rank Secret Realm, Weeping Valley.]
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
