The next day.
At the Su residence.
Being a weekend, it was another idle day.
In the living room.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Su Muwan was munching on chips while lazily watching the TV screen.
"Hehehehehe!!"
She occasionally let out strange laughing sounds.
Qin Luo sat nearby, watching Su Muwan becoming increasingly indolent.
He mentally raised a question mark.
Question: How could Su Muwan's martial arts cultivation advance so rapidly when she did nothing all day?
Was this reasonable?
Just then.
Click!
The video feed was interrupted.
A news broadcast came on.
"Hey! I was about to find out who the killer was!"
"Qin Luo, make them switch it back!"
Su Muwan immediately stood up, looking very displeased.
"Young miss, don't be so willful. This is clearly important news."
Qin Luo said while looking at the TV screen.
The headline read:
[Martial Arts Alliance Emergency News]
A reporter stood at the entrance of a damaged pool hall.
She wore a badge on her chest that read:
[Martial Artists Media · Wang Xiaoxiao]
With a serious expression, she solemnly announced: "Good day, viewers. We're breaking in with urgent news."
"As you can see, I'm at the Star Gathering Pool Hall in Jiang City, where a serious violent incident has just occurred."
Then.
The camera panned to the pool hall entrance, where shattered glass and overturned furniture littered the ground, clearly showing signs of an intense fight.
The interior was in complete disarray, with destroyed pool tables and broken equipment everywhere. Several injured staff members were being treated by medical personnel.
Additionally.
Several members of the Martial Arts Alliance in white uniforms were maintaining order at the scene.
Reporter Wang Xiaoxiao continued: "According to witnesses, this afternoon, a group of people suddenly burst into this pool hall and went on a rampage."
"These people claimed to be members of the Rakshasa Palace."
The footage switched to several blurry surveillance video clips, showing a group of black-clad martial artists with fierce expressions wreaking havoc in the pool hall.
Their movements were swift and sharp, clearly showing they were well-trained martial artists.
Wang Xiaoxiao's voice continued off-screen: "This pool hall reportedly belongs to a local criminal organization called the 'Azure Dragon Gang' in Jiang City."
"The leader of the Azure Dragon Gang has already strongly condemned this attack."
The camera cut to a man with a bloody bandage around his head.
He was emotionally distraught, crying with reddened eyes: "Waaah, who will give us justice? Our Azure Dragon Gang hasn't done anything wrong."
"We're just running a pool hall, do we deserve this treatment?"
"This is a society ruled by law! I strongly condemn the Rakshasa Palace!"
"Alliance leaders, you must help us get justice! Boo hoo hoo!"
The camera switched back to reporter Wang Xiaoxiao, who stood at the pool hall entrance with an even graver expression: "The Martial Arts Alliance has immediately dispatched their law enforcement team to the scene to mediate between the parties and control the situation. We also urge all martial artists to remain calm and help maintain social stability."
Just then, click!
The screen suddenly went black, interrupting the video feed for a moment.
Then, the picture returned, and Wang Xiaoxiao's voice became more urgent: "We've just received breaking news! The conflicts instigated by the Rakshasa Palace have spread to other areas of Jiang City, with battles breaking out simultaneously in multiple locations."
"The Martial Arts Alliance urges all citizens to avoid conflict zones and ensure their safety—Ah!!!"
Then.
The camera shifted.
A figure entered the frame.
He wore simple but intimidating black clothing, emanating an aura of defiance.
It was Song Ming!
He tapped on the camera lens and slowly spoke: "I am Song Ming. Starting today, my Rakshasa Palace will take control of the entire underworld."
"You bunch of weaklings, wash your necks and wait obediently."
Click!
The broadcast cut off.
Crash crash crash!!
Su Muwan's expression froze in shock.
The chips kept falling from her hands onto the floor.
No way!!
Her pupils shook.
What?
Rakshasa King Song Ming was out of prison already?
Damn, that was fast??
Meanwhile, on Qin Luo's side.
He watched the interrupted broadcast.
A prompt appeared in his mind.
[Detected "Underworld Rakshasa Clouds Over the City" plot!!]
[Please perform lackey duties for protagonist Song Ming!]
[Reward: 5 attribute points!]
Qin Luo blinked, unable to suppress his rising smile.
Oh my, another protagonist has appeared?
Though thankfully this was a very tolerant world.
Gang fights were allowed, of course, if you caused deaths...
Then you'd have to face the Alliance's legal judgment.
As for Su Muwan.
She was anxious, panicked, and pacing around.
First!
Su Muwan counted on her fingers the protagonists she had currently provoked.
The Poison King couple was finally dealt with.
Then there were... Qian Yu, Suan Tianxing...
Plus one Rakshasa King!
But!
It wasn't certain!
Su Muwan thought to herself, the only reason she counted the Rakshasa King among those she had provoked
Was because Qin Luo had previously snatched two members from their territory.
That's why she felt they had provoked him.
But!
This was just provocation, not a fight to the death!
Su Muwan secretly rejoiced, thankfully it hadn't reached the point of no return.
After all, in her previous life, Song Ming had only wanted to unify the underworld.
Though he hadn't succeeded.
And her Su family had no connection to the underworld.
Although...
Su Muwan recalled how she had ended up in a fight to the death with him in her previous life.
First.
Su Muwan had to clarify that her previous self was indeed a bit more arrogant than her current reincarnated self.
Her favorite thing to do was to go around showing off with her followers.
So... after seeing Rakshasa King Song Ming being so arrogant.
She... started a livestream and in front of countless viewers, directly crippled him and tied him to a pillar.
Thus, before he could even leave Jiang City, the Rakshasa King's dream of unifying the underworld was shattered.
However, what Su Muwan hadn't expected was.
This Rakshasa King later turned his humiliation into motivation because he felt so disgraced.
Not only did he recover his limbs after being broken, but he also retrained and became even stronger.
In the end, he even conspired with other T0 protagonists to surround and attack her.
Ah, it was all tears.
However, in this life after reincarnating.
Su Muwan figured that as long as she didn't provoke him again, then...
She could cleverly avoid provoking the T0 protagonist Rakshasa King!!
Just at this moment.
Zhu Lan came running in frantically.
She shouted: "Bad news, Young Miss!"
"Song Zihan from the Song family has brought a group of people to make trouble at our door!!"
Upon hearing this.
Su Muwan froze, then her expression brightened: "Let's go see!"
They must be here to demand an explanation.
She just needed to explain that it was all a misunderstanding!
On Qin Luo's side, he watched Su Muwan's ecstatic expression.
He blinked.
Then...
His expression showed sudden understanding!
He... got it!
As everyone knew, Su Muwan had been extremely bored these days from having nothing to do.
So!
It was perfect timing that someone came along to help relieve her boredom.
So that's how it was...
Qin Luo was already starting to feel sorry for that Miss Song.
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
