A moment later.
The waiter brought over two plates of cake and placed them on the table, smiling at Qin Luo and Su Muwan as he gestured, "Hello, these are your desserts. Please enjoy at your leisure."
Qin Luo glanced at the cakes and immediately noticed that they had been tampered with.
If an ordinary martial artist were to eat them, they would surely die from poisoning, or at the very least, lose all strength and abilities temporarily.
He shook his head and chuckled softly, "A bunch of idiots."
How ridiculous to think they could poison us with this method.
Just as the waiter, who had intended to leave, was about to depart.
"Wait a minute."
Su Muwan suddenly spoke up, her brow furrowed as she looked at the waiter and asked, "What's going on here?"
"How did you make this cake? It tastes like crap! Did you change chefs?"
Tastes like crap?
The assassin disguised as a waiter was momentarily stunned. He glanced down at the mousse cake and thought it looked exactly the same as the picture...
Isn't it supposed to look like this?
But...
As a professional assassin, he picked up the two plates with a smile and said, "Alright, I’ll take them back and have them remade."
As the waiter left and turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Had they been discovered?
After the waiter left.
Su Muwan leaned over to Qin Luo and whispered in his ear, "Qin Luo, did you notice anything?"
"Notice what?"
"Ugh, today just feels off."
Su Muwan was a bit frustrated that Qin Luo seemed so oblivious. She explained, "Think about it. I mean, sure, I’m probably popular and all."
"But!"
Su Muwan cleared her throat and glanced around at the crowd of enthusiastic people surrounding them. "But it's not like I'm *that* popular, right?"
"I’ve been observing and sensing... and it seems like everyone here..."
Su Muwan paused, her eyes narrowing, "They all have an undercurrent of killing intent."
Clap, clap.
Qin Luo clapped his hands, looking momentarily stunned. "Miss Su, you’ve finally noticed."
"Impressive. Miss Su, you actually figured out on your own through deduction and intuition that these people are not normal."
He praised her, "That’s a major step forward!"
"Hmph! Of course!"
"Uh..."
Su Muwan initially enjoyed the praise but then realized Qin Luo might be implying she was slow on the uptake.
She glared at Qin Luo, too lazy to argue with him, and instead huffed, "Well, those cakes definitely have something wrong with them."
"Don’t eat any of it, and let’s find a reason to leave quickly."
She calmly stated, "This place is not safe for long!!"
However, after this analysis, Su Muwan noticed that Qin Luo’s expression was rather odd.
"Qin Luo, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing...?"
Qin Luo gave a strange look to Su Muwan who was being so cautious. He extended his hand and tapped her on the forehead, which she curiously watched.
In Su Muwan’s bewildered gaze, Qin Luo smirked and said, "Miss Su, you are currently... the strongest in the world."
"The strongest... and then...?"
"And then... when a bunch of insects come to challenge you, your first thought is to leave?"
"Uh..."
Su Muwan was momentarily stunned, then laughed awkwardly, "I just got used to it, heh heh."
"I hope you’re just used to it, and not the kind of person who would waste their cultivation just to prove their innocence if someone falsely accuses you."
"Do I look that stupid to you?"
"Yes!"
"???"
Su Muwan swatted away Qin Luo's hand, then glared at him, "Then what should we do next?"
"Do I really need to tell you?"
Qin Luo’s lips twisted into a mischievous grin as he teased, "Follow my lead."
A moment later.
The waiter brought over two more plates of cake, his expression polite and service impeccable.
Making sure everything was foolproof, he said, "Hello, these are your cakes."
As the cakes were placed on the table.
Qin Luo and Su Muwan exchanged a glance.
Then.
Qin Luo turned to the waiter and said, "We’ve decided we don’t want them. Please return them for a refund."
Return them?
The waiter frowned, maintaining his smile, "I’m sorry, sir, but the cakes have already been made, so we can’t refund them."
"However, this round is on the house. You can enjoy them before you leave."
The waiter’s thoughts: I don’t really care about making money, as long as you eat those poisoned cakes!
Yet.
It was unclear which part of his statement triggered something.
"Hey."
Qin Luo suddenly stood up, glaring at the waiter, "Hey, hey, hey, boy, do you even know who you’re talking to?"
"Free? What? Are you implying that Miss Su here can’t afford to pay the bill?"
With that said.
Slap!
"Ugh—!"
Qin Luo went straight for a big slap across the face, cursing, "Useless!"
In the kitchen.
"He slapped him! He slapped him!"
A group of assassins, like they had discovered something, excitedly whispered to each other, their eyes gleaming.
"No wonder the employer wanted a video of Qin Luo getting slapped!"
"So that’s why!"
Everyone suddenly understood.
Like when you solve a puzzle as a kid, assassins love trying to figure out why employers put certain orders on the dark web.
But.
"Why would he suddenly slap someone like that?"
"Were we discovered?"
"Impossible, we were so covert."
Most importantly, Qin Luo... actually slapped the waiter, who was disguised as the strongest assassin from the Blood Pact?
The waiter-assassin, holding his stinging cheek, tilted his head, his mind reeling.
Wh-what... is going on...
I... got slapped?
Over such a reason??
Buzz!
In an instant, his reasoning went out the window. The waiter grinded his teeth and turned to Qin Luo, roaring, "You’re asking for it!!"
With that shout.
Swish!
A dagger instantly appeared from his sleeve.
The killer technique! Son! You’ll regret this!
However.
"Hmph!"
A cold hum echoed, followed by an icy chill.
Crackle, crackle!
The air filled with the sharp sound of freezing.
"Wha—!"
The waiter felt his limbs instantly freeze, unable to move.
Horrified, he looked at his rapidly freezing arms.
How fast, how overwhelming!
This is Su Muwan’s power?!
He suddenly realized they had been exposed all along.
Before he could think further, he bellowed, "Act now!!!"
With that shout.
Clang, clang, clang!
All the other assassins disguised as customers in the café drew their weapons and charged furiously at Su Muwan and Qin Luo.
They were shocked. How could they have been discovered when they were so covert?
However.
"You’re seeking your own demise!"
Su Muwan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
With just a delicate lift of her slender fingers, her fingertips glowed with a frosty light.
In an instant, crackle, crackle!
The temperature in the entire café plummeted, and the air frosted over.
"Shit!!!"
"What?!"
Everyone's pupils shook in astonishment, their faces drained of color.
What they saw was that just as they charged out.
Their arms and legs had been instantly frozen into ice by Su Muwan’s fierce ice-cold energy.
They all stood in place, their expressions frozen stiff: "....."
"Alright."
Qin Luo calmly walked forward, his expression kind as he looked at the group. "Now, let us negotiate the ransom for all of you."
Su Muwan, with one hand on her hip, slightly lifted her chin, her expression calm despite the situation.
Until she glanced around the entire café, began to wonder.
Wait, so you’re all here just to hunt me for money??
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
