Along with his envy, he also felt a trace of jealousy.
They were all from prestigious schools, so why did all the geniuses have to end up over there?
It made him, a man who had chosen Beishi Academy, look like an idiot.
Watching Huaqing, which was packed with geniuses, Bai Huanran couldn’t possibly remain unconcerned. He was already a fourth-year student, yet not a single junior or sophomore in the entire school was capable of shouldering the burden.
Originally, he had pinned his hopes on Guan Jinyue. As it turned out, the man had been directly recruited by the Demon BOSS.
Long Ao’s patience finally reached its limit. Scarlet flames erupted around him, and the hard paving stones beneath his feet cracked like a spiderweb under the violent force.
“Trying to scheme against Huaqing? You’ve got some nerve. Take this punch!”
[Brother Ao’s signature move—late, but never absent.]
[Bai Huanran’s mental fortitude is incredible. Anyone else would’ve lost it after having their entire plan exposed, but he can still smile. What a ruthless man.]
[Don’t be afraid, Brother Shan. You’ve got Huaqing’s biggest powerhouse backing you up!]
“Don’t, Junior Long Ao.”
Bai Huanran slid sideways, his movements as light as a weightless leaf. He narrowly avoided the punch, which was powerful enough to shatter a steel plate.
“Fighting and killing only hurts everyone’s feelings. Can’t we sit down and talk things out?”
Long Ao said nothing. He simply kept throwing punches, each one fiercer than the last, the force of his blows producing a sharp, howling wind.
Yet every strike seemed to slam into empty air. Bai Huanran avoided them with the smallest possible movements and the least amount of effort.
[Brother Ao is seeing red again. This Bai Huanran is like wide noodles—purely a technique-based fighter.]
[Bai Huanran can’t afford to lose. If their captain loses to an ordinary student, he’ll lose all face. That’s why he refuses to fight Brother Ao head-on.]
[The man surnamed Zhong, who wishes to remain anonymous, slowly typed out a question mark.]
At that moment, the other students from Beishi Academy made their move.
They darted through the battlefield like ghosts, and the students from Huaqing naturally refused to be outdone.
“Keep them occupied! Don’t let them go reinforce the others!”
“Qin Wu, you’re mine!”
A fourth-year student from Beishi shouted as he brought his long saber down at Qin Wu, forcing him to raise his fists and block.
“You’re courting death!”
Qin Wu’s pent-up fury finally found an outlet. The force gathered around his fists collided violently with the other man’s saber, erupting in a shrill metallic screech.
The entire plaza instantly descended into chaos.
An Changqing drew his sword. Flowing arcs of sword light forced back two Beishi students who had tried to ambush Su Yuehe and Shan Heng. His brows were tightly furrowed, and his heart sank.
“Hahaha, Qin Wu, is brute force all Huaqing has?”
Bai Huanran slipped between Long Ao’s shadows of fists, never letting up with his taunts.
“Look at that first-year junior of yours. He saw through my plan in an instant. Unlike certain people, whose heads are filled with nothing but muscle.”
“Just say you want to die.”
Long Ao looked furious, but in reality, he hadn’t lost his composure at all. He remained focused on the fight before him.
After spending so much time with An Changqing, he had improved as well.
For instance, he had learned how to pretend to be angry while calmly setting his opponent up for a dirty trick.
“Stop.”
On the other side, Su Yuehe stepped out from behind An Changqing. The smile she wore so often was gone, and her clear eyes held an icy indifference that seemed impossible to melt.
The instant her voice fell, time itself seemed to freeze.
Long Ao’s fists were still howling through the air. Bai Huanran was still moving like a slippery fish. The others were still locked in combat.
Yet every single person came to a halt at that moment.
The entire plaza fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
For the first time, the smile on Bai Huanran’s face stiffened. He discovered that his body was no longer obeying him.
He wanted to move. He wanted to retreat. He wanted to continue mocking her. But his throat felt as though it had been sealed with concrete, while his limbs were filled with lead, too heavy to lift even an inch.
And it wasn’t just him. Every student from Beishi Academy remained frozen in either an attacking or evasive stance, their faces filled with the terror of people who had just seen a ghost.
“This… what is this…”
Qin Wu stared at the scene before him, his tongue practically tying itself into knots.
Long Ao was stunned as well. He looked at Bai Huanran, whose horrified face was frozen in front of his fist, then turned back toward that slender figure.
Su Yuehe walked two steps forward. Gravel crunched beneath her feet with a crisp, tapping sound that was especially jarring in the deathly silence.
Her gaze swept over every immobilized student from Beishi Academy, and her voice remained calm.
“Disarm.”
Clang!
A crisp chorus of metal hitting the ground rang out.
Bai Huanran’s weapon, along with those of the other Beishi students, slipped from their hands in an instant.
They hadn’t even figured out what was happening. They had only felt an irresistible command travel through their wrists, forcing them to release their weapons.
“Fall back.”
The third word.
Every person from Beishi Academy, including Bai Huanran, staggered backward against their will. Their postures were awkward and disheveled until they slammed into the walls of the ruined buildings behind them and finally stopped.
Only pure fear remained on their faces.
“Word Spirit… How could your Word Spirit…”
Bai Huanran finally regained a sliver of control over his body. Leaning against the wall, his eyes were filled with nothing but shock.
He wasn’t unfamiliar with the girl before him, but the power of her Word Spirit was completely different from what he remembered.
Had it always possessed such a powerful area-of-effect ability?
How were they supposed to fight this? They might as well just declare her the winner!
Su Yuehe didn’t answer. She stood quietly in the center of the plaza, her eyes fixed on Bai Huanran.
Then she revealed a faint smile—one that sent a chill through every inch of Bai Huanran’s body.
“Senior Bai.”
Her voice was as gentle as a breeze.
“Can we have a proper talk now?”
Long Ao’s fist was still suspended in midair, but the muscles on his face had gone rigid, as if carved from stone. The eyes that had been burning with fighting spirit now held nothing but bewilderment.
His gaze fell upon his frozen fist. Then, stiffly, he turned his head toward the slender figure in the center of the plaza. His mouth opened and closed, but not a single sound came out.
Wait, girl—your control affects your allies too?
“Yuehe… you…”
Qin Wu and the fourth-year students behind him wore expressions that matched his exactly. Their emotions had gone from fury to astonishment, and finally to utter disbelief.
They had fought for years and witnessed countless powerful abilities, yet they had never seen such an unreasonable form of control.
This wasn’t a battle. This was complete suppression by a single person.
Monstrous! Not one of these second-years is ordinary!
An Changqing walked forward and stood beside Su Yuehe. The smile had vanished from his gentle face, and the sword in his hand had somehow already returned to its sheath.
He knew that Su Yuehe hadn’t intended to use this move originally. It consumed too much energy, its casting time was too long, and it affected friend and foe alike, immobilizing everyone within sight.
Every second wasted now was a foolish choice.
“Senior Bai, Yuehe is asking you a question.”
His voice shattered the frozen silence.
Bai Huanran’s eyes struggled to move. His gaze shifted from Su Yuehe to An Changqing, then finally settled on Chen Guan in the distance—the man holding a scythe who had remained completely uninvolved in the battle.
If he refused to answer, that terrifying, elusive scythe-wielder beside him definitely wouldn’t be joking around.
Fear began to spread from the deepest depths of his heart.
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+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
