Jiang Xueqi's hand froze in midair.
Her face gradually became extremely unpleasant.
It was true.
From childhood, her most criticized flaw was her inability to practice martial arts.
And this world happened to be one that revered martial prowess above all else.
This was the reason she couldn't take over the family's martial arts business and could only manage a pharmaceutical company instead.
But...
But...
This wasn't an excuse for others to mock her!!
The old wound had been reopened.
Jiang Xueqi's eyes instantly reddened, her teeth lightly biting her lip. She angrily shouted at Qin Luo: "You bastard! You're asking for death!!!!"
"Bastard??"
Qin Luo seemed to have heard something interesting.
He sneered: "I just stated a fact and you're cursing at me. Miss Jiang, aren't you being unreasonable?"
"Enough talk. This vase, my young lady wants it!"
"Shen Fei, swipe the card!"
With that, Qin Luo lifted the vase and handed it to Shen Fei standing nearby.
"Yes, Brother Luo!"
Shen Fei took the vase, first glancing at Jiang Xueqi, then looking at the arrogant Qin Luo.
A feeling of admiration welled up in his heart.
As expected of the young lady's favored person, such imposing presence! So fierce!!
Seeing this, Jiang Xueqi gritted her teeth in anger: "You! You!"
Wang Yong, observing this scene, knew it was time for him to play the hero and save the damsel in distress.
Dealing with a mere lackey should be a piece of cake for him, right?
Thinking this, Wang Yong confidently stepped forward and spoke unhurriedly: "Hold on."
As soon as he spoke,
Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
Everyone turned to look at Wang Yong.
He walked to Jiang Xueqi's side, thoroughly enjoying the attention.
She looked at him hesitantly: "Wang Yong... you..."
"Don't speak. I'll handle everything."
Wang Yong flashed what he considered to be a charming smile.
Jiang Xueqi's heart skipped a beat.
This smile, in her eyes, was so reassuring.
Although Wang Yong usually seemed unreliable, her father had said he was very powerful.
He could even solve her physical constitution problem.
She... should trust him a bit!
Thinking this, Jiang Xueqi closed her mouth and quietly watched Wang Yong's performance.
When Shen Fei saw Wang Yong, his expression changed. He lowered his head and whispered to Qin Luo: "Brother Luo, this guy is at least in the Foundation Realm."
Qin Luo nodded slightly.
Then he looked with interest at Wang Yong, this world's chosen one.
"And you are?"
Qin Luo first looked kindly at Wang Yong, putting on a calm and peaceful demeanor.
Seeing this, Wang Yong believed that Qin Luo had learned of his Foundation Realm status from his lackey and was now afraid of him.
Also, to show off in front of the girl, Wang Yong shook his head and sneered: "I'm Jiang Xueqi's bodyguard. Your young lady wants this vase, but my young lady wants it too."
"How about this, you put down the vase, and I'll only cripple your four limbs."
"As for the rest of your lackeys, I'll just paralyze their lower bodies."
The reason Wang Yong was called the King of Hell was that every move he made was lethal.
To see him was to die!
Shen Fei's face darkened. How dare someone threaten them: "You!"
"Heh."
However, before Shen Fei could act,
Qin Luo chuckled and shook his head: "I thought it was someone important."
Saying this, he slowly walked towards Wang Yong.
Then he stood less than ten centimeters from him, and under Wang Yong's frowning expression, he mocked: "Just a lousy bodyguard, since when did a useless piece of trash like you get the right to speak here?"
As he spoke,
While Wang Yong was still in a daze,
Slap!!
Qin Luo raised his hand and slapped him.
Buzz—!
Wang Yong's head tilted to the side, his eyes wide open, his mind instantly going blank.
I... got hit?
It wasn't that Wang Yong couldn't dodge, but because he thought Qin Luo wouldn't dare to hit him.
After all, he had just made such an impressive threat, wouldn't anyone consider whether it was true or false?
But the result??
You really hit me??
Jiang Xueqi's face turned pale.
Huh?
He really hit him? Why didn't Wang Yong dodge? So he was just bluffing earlier??
Manager Xu, crouching behind the counter, sucked in a cold breath.
How could this unreasonable fellow actually hit him...
This is bad, things will get out of hand. I need to notify the chairman quickly!
With that thought, he quickly pressed a button under the counter.
Meanwhile,
The system also sent a notification of task completion.
[Congratulations to the host for humiliating the chosen one "Wang Yong!"]
[Reward obtained: Taixuan Thirteen Needles + a set of Dark Iron Silver Needles!!!]
Taixuan Thirteen Needles: A secret needle technique of the Supreme Mystery Sect, rumored to be able to revive the dead and regrow flesh on bare bones when mastered!
A set of Dark Iron Silver Needles: An exquisite divine tool forged to complement the Taixuan Thirteen Needles!
Wang Yong gradually came to his senses.
He gently touched his cheek, which was stinging with pain.
Instantly,
A surge of killing intent welled up from his chest.
He slowly looked at Qin Luo, each word filled with murderous intent: "You... dare to hit me?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
Slap!!
"Ugh!"
Qin Luo slapped him again on the other cheek.
After slapping,
Under the stunned gazes of Jiang Xueqi and Wang Yong,
Qin Luo sneered disdainfully: "So what if I hit you?"
He said word by word: "You loser."
As soon as he finished speaking,
!!!!
Wang Yong's breathing became slightly rapid.
Good, good, good, as the King of Hell, he had never felt such anger before.
He looked at Qin Luo, raising his hand to swing fiercely at him, roaring: "You're asking for death!!"
"Brother Luo!"
Shen Fei rushed forward, but it was too late.
Just when everyone thought Wang Yong was about to succeed,
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood spurted from Wang Yong's mouth.
His fist stopped three centimeters away from Qin Luo's face.
"What's wrong, useless trash."
"Do you feel like your true energy can't flow normally?"
Qin Luo pushed away his fist, sneering disdainfully.
The Taixuan Thirteen Needles activated! Instantly blocking all of Wang Yong's meridians!
As he spoke,
Slap!!
He slapped Wang Yong's face again.
Mockingly saying: "Keep shouting!"
"You don't..."
Slap!!
"You don't..."
Slap!
"You..."
Slap!
"......"
Slap!!
Splat!
Blood from Wang Yong's mouth was slapped onto Jiang Xueqi's face.
"Ah!!!"
Jiang Xueqi covered her cheek and kept wiping, but couldn't clean it off.
In her helplessness, she cried out in despair: "Wang Yong!! You useless trash!! You boasted so much but you're actually just useless!!"
"Aren't you supposed to be my bodyguard!? You useless trash!!"
Wang Yong had now realized the abnormality in his body.
His meridians were blocked, his true energy couldn't flow.
When had someone sealed his acupoints??
Damn it, with his acupoints blocked, he couldn't even move his hands, let alone unseal them.
Damn it!
And this brainless woman was just screaming and shouting on the side, not even smart enough to call for help!
Stupid!
On Qin Luo's side, he felt he had taught them enough of a lesson and was about to pack up the vase and leave when suddenly,
A steady voice came from outside: "Everyone stop."
"Young man, give me some face."
As the voice faded,
Everyone looked towards the door.
They saw,
A man with an imposing presence and a gentle, scholarly smile walked in.
"Chairman!"
Manager Xu quickly came out from behind the counter, respectfully explaining the situation.
"This is Long Dingtian, at just 28 years old he single-handedly built Jiang City's famous Antique City Association. It's rumored that he has deep connections with the Long Family in Wang City."
"Even our family head would politely address him as Chairman Long when they meet."
Shen Fei hurriedly explained the newcomer's identity to Qin Luo.
Jiang Xueqi's eyes lit up: "Brother Long!!"
Saying this, she glared fiercely at Qin Luo. This damned bastard was done for now.
Long Dingtian stood between Qin Luo and Wang Yong, who was coughing blood on the ground.
With a gentle and scholarly manner, but in a tone that brooked no argument, he smiled at Qin Luo: "Young man, I have some connection with Wang Yong."
"Could you, for my sake, kneel down and apologize, and leave the vase behind."
"Then we can let this matter go."
Upon hearing this,
Jiang Xueqi unhappily shouted: "Brother Long, I still want to destroy this bastard's dantian! So he can't practice martial arts!"
Long Dingtian smiled and turned his head, saying helplessly: "Xueqi, be good. Having him apologize is enough, destroying someone's cultivation base would be going too far."
With that,
Long Dingtian looked at Qin Luo kindly and said, "Young man, what do you think? For my sake, why don't you do as I say?"
Although Long Dingtian wore a smile, his words were filled with arrogance and an undeniable tone.
After all, in his view, he was giving Qin Luo face only because the other was the follower of the Su family's young miss, who happened to be the terror of Jiang City.
He didn't want to thoroughly offend them, as the Jiang family would naturally go cause trouble for the Su family afterward.
Manager Xu also looked at Qin Luo with an expression that suggested he had vented some of his anger.
Heh, no matter how arrogant you are, don't you still have to behave yourself in front of our chairman?
Shen Fei also swallowed and said softly to Qin Luo, "Bro Luo, what should we do? Should I be the one to kneel?"
"Heh, what should we do?"
However.
Contrary to everyone's expectations.
Qin Luo merely gave a cold laugh, then looked disdainfully at Long Dingtian, whose expression had frozen, and spoke sarcastically, "A useless bastard who was kicked out of his family dares to bark here?"
"Face? What's face?"
"Who do you think you are to demand face from my young miss?"
"Aren't you... being too full of yourself?!"
As soon as the words fell.
Slap!!
Qin Luo suddenly struck out with his palm.
With a crisp sound echoing through the scene.
Everyone was stunned.
Long Dingtian's mind went blank. His face was slapped to the side, and that cheek... stung fiercely.
[Successfully humiliated key supporting character Long Dingtian, attribute point +1]
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
