"Bang!"
Small hammer 40, big hammer 80—Xu Pojun's strike... unleashed an unparalleled force!
The terrifying impact sent sparks flying from the hammer, and the massive bluestone shattered into pieces in an instant.
"Ugh—"
Ye Liangchen rolled off the bluestone, his chest heaving, and his sternum visibly caved in. It was clear that at least a few ribs were broken.
His eyes bulged, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, but he forced it down.
"Blood may spill, heads may roll, but the act of showing off must never stop!"
Everyone thought he was done for, and some even started dialing for an ambulance. But to their shock, he wobbled back to his feet.
"Clang—" A passerby who was about to call the police dropped their phone in astonishment.
Ye Liangchen's heart was heavy. Although he had gained nearly five years of internal energy as a reward, he had paid for it with his life!
That last hammer strike... made him feel like he had seen his ancestors in the afterlife.
"Heh... just a minor mortal wound! Nothing to worry about!"
Wang Zheng and Liu Tie: "......"
Xu Pojun: "......"
What a show-off!
"You seem to be in good shape. How about another round?" Xu Pojun asked.
"N-no, thanks. I’m out of stones for now. Maybe next time..." Ye Liangchen quickly waved his hands.
Was he kidding?
Another round? Would he even survive?
"Alright then. You said you’re invulnerable to blades and spears... Can we test that?"
Ye Liangchen: "......"
Am I allowed to say no?
But it was clear he was in too deep. With hundreds of people watching live and tens of thousands more online, he had no choice but to keep up the act, even if it cost him his life!
Wang Zheng smirked, "You said you’ve mastered Iron Shirt, and at its peak, even your groin is invulnerable. I’d like to challenge that."
Ye Liangchen: "......"
Damn it! He had indeed practiced Golden Bell and Iron Shirt, and at the highest level, Iron Shirt could even retract the groin. But he was just boasting—his groin was still his weak spot.
His father had lost a duel before he was even born, having his weak spot struck from the front...
"What? Are you scared?" Liu Tie egged him on.
The surrounding onlookers were equally eager for the drama.
A wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.
[Ding! Host fails to show off and gets humiliated. Penalty: Lose 200 days of internal energy.]
"Damn you, stupid system! They’re already pressuring me, and now you’re adding to it?"
Honestly, if it weren’t for the live stream, he might have backed down, even if it meant losing some cultivation.
But with the live audience, his reputation was on the line. If he backed out now, how could he ever show off on stream again?
What would the netizens think?
What would his friends think?
What would the geese think?
So, gritting his teeth, he decided to go through with it. After all, he was a peak-level expert in internal energy and body refinement. Even if an ordinary person kicked him in the groin, he should be able to withstand it.
Among the three, only that muscular guy might be hiding his true strength.
"Bring it on! My Iron Shirt is more than enough to handle ordinary people!"
Ye Liangchen assumed a horse stance, his sweatpants slightly bulging, giving off an air of confidence.
"You said it yourself—Golden Bell and Iron Shirt make you invulnerable. Liu Tie and I are just ordinary folks. Let’s see if we can break your weak spot."
Liu Tie picked up a two-meter-long red-tasseled spear from the ground.
"W-what are you doing?" Ye Liangchen panicked.
Damn it, why are they using weapons?
"You said you’re invulnerable, right? Besides... the spearhead is just wax."
Ye Liangchen: "......"
He was scared now. Suddenly, he didn’t feel like showing off anymore.
"What? Are you chickening out? If you can’t handle it, just say so..."
[Ding! Host fails to show off...]
"Who says I can’t? But you have to remove the spearhead. Just in case something goes wrong..."
Liu Tie shrugged and removed the spearhead, leaving only the wooden shaft.
Seeing this, Ye Liangchen breathed a sigh of relief and felt a bit more secure.
He patted his thighs, steadied his horse stance, and focused his internal energy on his groin, as if that would make him feel safer.
"Gahaha—"
Liu Tie, holding the wooden pole, circled behind Ye Liangchen, while Wang Zheng stood in front, grinning from ear to ear.
The crowd watched intently—this didn’t look like an act!
A kick and a thrust!
Ye Liangchen’s face turned beet red, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
He almost turned into "Ye Gen-chen," but before he could catch his breath, the second round of attacks came.
Liu Tie went all out, and the second thrust tore through Ye Liangchen’s sweatpants.
Squelch!
The claim of invulnerability was clearly a lie, publicly "pierced" on the spot.
Literally pierced!
But Ye Liangchen still held on, though he didn’t give Wang Zheng and Liu Tie a chance for a third round. Trembling, he stood up.
"Cough... So? H-how’s my Iron Shirt?"
Liu Tie raised the blood-stained wooden pole and waved it in front of Ye Liangchen.
"Are you on your period?"
Xu Pojun stepped forward, "If you can’t take it, don’t push yourself. Let’s get you to the hospital. We’ll cover the medical expenses."
"You... you guys!" Ye Liangchen pointed at the three, on the verge of tears.
He was already at his limit.
"Pfft—"
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and he collapsed, completely unconscious.
[Ding! Over 100,000 viewers witness the host’s failure. Penalty: Lose 10 years of internal energy.]
Even in his unconscious state, Ye Liangchen twitched a couple of times.
......
Meanwhile, Jiang Che had just left the exam hall.
Although he no longer needed to study, Yu Wan'er and the others were still in school.
Jiang Che decided to enjoy the last remnants of his student life.
What did it feel like to be a top student?
This time, he didn’t hold back and went all out.
He might even achieve a jaw-dropping score.
As soon as he stepped out, he received photos from Wang Zheng and Liu Tie.
The photos showed Ye Liangchen in a pitiful state, his rear end stained red, lying like a dead dog.
"Be careful. That guy is the eldest son of the Ancient Martial Arts Ye Family. Although they’re a second-tier family, they do have a Transformation Realm expert."
Jiang Che’s words instantly made Wang Zheng and the others pale.
Their good day had just ended.
"But if anyone from the Ye Family dares to cause trouble, just drop my name. Transformation Realm experts rarely interfere in worldly matters."
Jiang Che naturally looked out for his subordinates, especially since these three were undoubtedly talented.
"Alright, I’m hanging up. Handle Ye Liangchen yourselves. I’m sure that ‘Brother Qiang’ will take a liking to him."
Jiang Che ended the call.
Qin Qiaoqiao ran toward Jiang Che, completely disregarding the stares of her classmates and teachers.
She leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist like a little koala.
She had missed him terribly during this time.
Wang Lili, who had just finished invigilating, twitched at the sight. "What kind of behavior is this?"
She felt deceived. Qin Qiaoqiao didn’t seem depressed at all!
But even though she knew Qin Qiaoqiao’s depression was fake, there was nothing she could do.
Qin Qiaoqiao and Jiang Che were already an item, and what was done was done.
Moreover, since Qin Qiaoqiao got together with Jiang Che, Wang Lili, a mere English teacher, had been promoted three times in two months!
She was now the head of the academic affairs office, and even the principal treated her with respect.
Her vanity was thoroughly satisfied.
Clearly, after Bai Tianlong and Chen Tiansheng, Wang Lili had joined their ranks.
What spoiled rich kid? That’s my future son-in-law!
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!
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.”
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
