"Black Tortoise." Southern Dipper began to report: "Combat style exceeds conventional models, mental resilience evaluated as S+, summary: meets expectations, high-growth target. Although not a one-hundred-percent compatible candidate, he is, like you, the person most suited to sit in this position right now."
"Vermilion Bird, drastic emotional fluctuations, easily influenced by the environment, but bloodline potential activation is stable. Summary: qualified, but requires further observation and guidance."
White Tiger shook his head as he listened.
He picked up his teacup but didn't drink, just letting the cup slowly turn in his hands.
"I told you... two lively boys, and in your mouth they're just reduced to a string of code. Southern Dipper, don't you dream about turning into a pile of binary at night?"
Saying this, he stood up, strolled over to the light screen, and tapped his finger on Yin Chen and Hong Yuan in the corner.
"What about these two kids? Wind and axe, one slicing, one chopping, their coordination actually has some merit."
"Unstable combination." Southern Dipper's answer came with almost no delay: "Individuals have obvious shortcomings, but the combination effect exceeds expectations. It is recommended to maintain the current mode. As the second candidates for Black Tortoise, they are qualified, but compared with the current Black Tortoise, deficiencies still exist."
White Tiger withdrew his hand and paced back to the sofa to sit down.
This time he didn't sink into it, but leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
The lazy look on his face was gone.
His eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze landing on Southern Dipper's motionless back.
"A tenth-tier demon core, two demon kings thrown in as a bonus..." He spoke slowly, his voice deepening: "Southern Dipper, you went around in such a big circle, testing this, evaluating that... Your real target, from the very beginning, was Liu Feiyu, wasn't it?"
He twitched the corner of his mouth. He had only just figured it out. No wonder this heartless guy Southern Dipper was willing to work overtime.
"Using the entire Northern Frontier Outpost as your testing ground, just to bait him into taking the hook? I don't know what you see in him."
Wei Zhe, the Thousand-Faced Moth, and those two demon kings, in Southern Dipper's estimation, turned out to be nothing more than insignificant props.
"To be precise, it was for your two subordinates." Southern Dipper finally turned half his body to correct him: "Just conveniently recovering a high-value target along the way."
His finger swiped through the air, and on the light screen, the tenth-tier demon core that Liu Feiyu had put away was magnified.
"From the very beginning, it was never prepared for the demon race."
...
"Is it over?"
Long Ao plopped down onto the pile of rubble.
His throat felt like it was on fire, and every breath carried a sweet, metallic taste of blood.
Chen Guan stood quietly, glancing at his popularity value. Although it had increased, the growth wasn't significant. The audience seemed to have gotten used to his high combat power.
At this rate, how long would he have to wait before he could pay off the bill the system had given him?
He put away his scythe.
Under the moonlight, that face was so pale it didn't look like a living person's, even his lips had lost their color, turning his whole person into a depressing grayish-white.
From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a figure lightly jumping down from a stone beam.
Liu Feiyu flicked his fingertip.
That coin traced a bright silver arc and disappeared into the air.
He met Chen Guan's gaze, a smile rippling from the bottom of his eyes.
He raised an index finger, gently pressing it against his lips, signaling him to keep quiet.
"Our cooperation... was quite pleasant, right?" Liu Feiyu's voice carried a laugh, and even the corners of his eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction.
Chen Guan expressionlessly looked away, his jawline tight.
Pleasant? Right now he just wanted to know exactly how many more treasures were stuffed in his pockets.
One after another, they were all secretly using cheats.
Right now he needed to save up money to do something big. His strength had entered a slow-growth phase, and his speed of improvement really might not be able to keep up.
Just then, several blinding pillars of light descended from the sky, illuminating the ruined walls as bright as day.
This was followed by a few muffled thuds.
Several figures wearing standard tactical trench coats descended from the sky.
When they landed, the crushed stones beneath their feet were shaken loose, kicking up choking dust.
"Yo, packing up for the day?"
The leading man was tall. He had his hands in his trench coat pockets, impatiently waving away the dust in front of him.
Those lazily squinting eyes swept around the messy scene.
"Looks like we came right on time, just in time to collect the ashes."
"Instructor Jing?!"
Long Ao shot up from the pile of rubble.
The sudden movement pulled at his wounds, hurting so much he gasped, his facial features scrunching together.
Seeing this, Su Yuehe threw another healing spell at him. But for some unknown reason, the mana required to heal Long Ao was several times that of others, and the famously mana-deficient mage was powerless to help more.
The person who arrived was precisely the White Tiger who had just been drinking tea and watching the show.
The several instructors behind him didn't say a word, quickly spreading out.
They each pulled out instruments and began testing for residual demonic aura, their movements as practiced as if they were sweeping their own backyards.
"Instructor Jing."
An Changqing pressed one hand against the bloodstain spreading on his chest, and with a clang, the longsword in his hand returned to its sheath.
He took a step forward: "Is the Great Wall's backup... always this fast?"
Having just narrowly escaped death, no one could have a good expression seeing these rescuers who arrived right on time to clean up the mess.
"Slow?"
Instructor Jing raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appearing in his expression.
He didn't answer directly, but instead strolled over to the corpse of a tiger demon, using the toe of his tactical boot to lightly kick that massive tiger head.
"Tsk, big guy."
Only then did he turn around and spread his hands towards An Changqing, his expression as if saying this was the most natural thing in the world.
"We received the SOS signal, threw down our midnight snack chopsticks, and rushed right over. There are still great demons outside that we have to deal with. You have to understand, this is the Northern Frontier. Accidents, death, and demonic beasts are the main themes here."
[What the heck do you mean didn't eat midnight snacks? Does his leisurely look seem like he was in a hurry?]
[My heart aches for our little angel Changqing, still seriously arguing with that old slicker.]
[This damn working tiger is slacking off on the job like this.]
An Changqing pursed his lips tightly, not saying another word.
He wasn't an idiot; naturally, he could hear that this was an excuse.
With such a huge commotion, could they really not have noticed anything?
These few demonic beasts weren't considered strong. At least in his eyes, someone of Instructor Jing's level could easily suppress them.
Some things are better left unsaid even if you see through them.
He lowered his eyes, considered as accepting this explanation. There was nothing he could do even if he didn't accept it. His father was from the Superpower Association and couldn't control the Great Wall.
"Alright, alright, don't put on this face like your parents just died."
Instructor Jing walked over with large strides, his palm, as big as a palm-leaf fan, patting heavily on An Changqing's shoulder twice.
The force was so great it almost slapped this slender student council president into the ground.
"Aren't you all still breathing? Being able to survive is a skill in itself."
After saying that, he couldn't even be bothered to look at An Changqing again.
He walked straight past him, heading toward the black-clad boy who had been standing at the edge of the battlefield from beginning to end.
Chen Guan's tattered clothes fluttered in the night wind. His exposed skin was crisscrossed with scratches where the blood had already coagulated. The deep red marks made one's skin crawl just looking at them.
Instructor Jing stopped in front of him, their eyes meeting.
"Ahem, you can get the clothes reimbursed later."
Chen Guan did not even bat an eyelid. "Then when will my emotional distress fee be reimbursed?"
"Tsk, you little money-grubber."
Instructor Jing chuckled softly. Then, raising his voice, he switched to a cold, strict, and businesslike tone, making sure everyone present could hear him loud and clear.
"Cadet Chen Guan! You acted without authorization! Considering your circumstances, your merits make up for your faults, but rules are rules! Go back and write a five-thousand-word reflection. Hand it in to my office by eight tomorrow morning!"
Chen Guan: "..."
Nice guys really do get bullied by tigers.
Damn White Tiger.
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!
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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
