With the system's support, Zhang Fan possessed the potential to conquer the world!
He had just completed a major surgery.
The system had rewarded him with enhanced physical abilities.
Moreover, Director Zheng had taken notice of him after yesterday’s operation—this was a golden opportunity.
If he could successfully perform a few more major surgeries, the Medical System would grant him additional healing points, allowing him to exchange them for system rewards.
Then, he would grow stronger! Rise to the top, crush that bastard effortlessly!
"Room 203, early twenties, about six feet tall, decent-looking… Yeah, that’s him."
A burly man in sunglasses stared at Zhang Fan, comparing him to a mental image before flashing a cruel grin.
As Zhang Fan turned the corner—
Thwack!
A club struck the back of his head without warning.
Zhang Fan’s vision spun as he collapsed to the ground.
……
Splurt!
A thick, milky sweetness assaulted his senses.
Zhang Fan groggily opened his eyes to see a long-haired man holding a bottle of Wangzai Milk, aiming the straw at his face and squeezing out a stream of milk.
"Brother Feng, he’s awake," a lackey quickly reported.
"No shit," Brother Feng retorted, biting down on the straw and taking a loud sip. With a cocky smirk, he sneered, "So, kid, still feeling smug?"
"Who the hell are you? Do we even know each other?" Zhang Fan demanded coldly.
His hands were bound tightly with rope, leaving him no room to struggle free.
"Oh-ho, still acting tough? Fine. Maybe you don’t know us, but there’s someone you do know."
Brother Feng tossed the milk aside, pulled out his phone, and dialed Yao Ji on speaker.
"Hey, Yao Ji, come outside. We got the guy who messed you up."
"Brother Feng, I can’t right now. The doctor’s setting my bones—"
Click.
Brother Feng hung up and gripped Zhang Fan’s face. "He’s busy, so we’ll handle this ourselves. Tsk, tsk… You don’t look like some ruthless thug. So why’d you go so hard on him?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about!" Zhang Fan spat, wrenching his face free and glaring at the gang of thugs.
He had never seen these guys before—they were acting like lunatics, especially this long-haired bastard drinking Wangzai Milk.
"Still playing dumb?" Brother Feng scoffed. "A few days ago, on the bus, wasn’t it you who pickpocketed Yao Ji? Fine, we admit defeat—you got skills. You took the wallet, whatever. But then you beat him half to death and dumped him in an alley?
"Damn, you went hard. Cracked his neck bone—what the hell did he do to deserve that? As Ding Renfeng, I have to settle this for my boys!"
Zhang Fan clenched his teeth, fury simmering. "I’ve said it a hundred times—I don’t know you. I have no clue what you’re talking about."
"Still pretending?! Beat his ass!" Ding Renfeng barked.
With a wave of his hand, his lackeys descended on Zhang Fan with kicks and punches.
Ding Renfeng suddenly yelled, "Hey, hey! Not the head! Too expensive—we can’t afford the medical bills!"
Zhang Fan curled into a ball, enduring the blows, his eyes burning with rage.
He had a system now. Wasn’t he supposed to dominate the city, become a kingpin? Why was he still suffering this humiliation?!
"System, exchange for Surgical Blade!"
[System Notification: Spend 20 Healing Points to unlock Surgical Blade ability?]
"Confirm!"
[Surgical Blade - Lv. 1]
Skill Description: Fingers transform into hardened surgical blades (upgradable).
Zhang Fan’s gaze turned savage.
Snap!
The ropes binding his arms split effortlessly.
Ding Renfeng sensed danger and shouted, "Watch out—!"
But it was too late.
Zhang Fan erupted in fury, his finger stabbing forward like a blade.
Rip!
His fingertip sliced through a lackey’s abdomen like a knife.
Blood gushed uncontrollably.
The scene froze everyone in shock.
These were just street thugs—good at posturing, but real violence left them shaken.
No one expected this seemingly weak kid to fight so viciously.
"Quick, get Liu Zi to the hospital!" Ding Renfeng ordered a lackey.
Luckily, they were already at a hospital—help was close.
Zhang Fan spat blood, his face twisted with malice. "Come on! Who’s next? I’ll stab every last one of you!"
"Fall back. I’ll handle him myself," Ding Renfeng commanded, cracking his knuckles.
He hadn’t seen Zhang Fan’s "blade," so he stayed cautious.
Zhang Fan glared coldly.
The Medical System had enhanced his physique—he was stronger than an average man. With the Surgical Blade ability, taking down this long-haired punk shouldn’t be hard.
Ding Renfeng lunged, his foot whipping toward Zhang Fan’s head.
Bam!
Zhang Fan blocked with his forearm, unfazed.
He retaliated with a punch, forcing Ding Renfeng back.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining ground.
"No wonder you shattered Yao Ji’s neck. You hit like a truck," Ding Renfeng grinned.
Zhang Fan’s expression darkened.
His body was enhanced, but this so-called Brother Feng was nearly his equal in raw strength.
"Kid, catch this!"
Ding Renfeng’s fist rocketed toward Zhang Fan’s face—this time, he wasn’t holding back.
Every strike targeted Zhang Fan’s weak points.
Though physically superior, Zhang Fan lacked combat experience. Within moments, Ding Renfeng overwhelmed him, leaving his face swollen and bruised.
Humiliation fueled Zhang Fan’s rage.
He took a brutal kick but seized Ding Renfeng’s leg in a death grip.
His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he activated Surgical Blade, aiming straight for Ding Renfeng’s heart.
He would kill this bastard.
"Saw that coming!"
In a flash, Ding Renfeng twisted free and delivered a whip-like kick to Zhang Fan’s ribs, sending him flying.
Zhang Fan tumbled across the ground, gasping for air.
He hated this.
He was still too weak. If only he were stronger, he’d be the one standing over Ding Renfeng’s broken body!
"Brother Feng’s a beast!"
"Hah! Brother Feng used to fight in underground rings. This punk’s nothing!"
"Beat him down! He didn’t just fight—he stabbed Liu Zi!"
Flushed with praise, Ding Renfeng smirked.
Originally, he just wanted to teach Zhang Fan a lesson for stealing from Yao Ji and breaking his neck.
But this little shit had pulled a knife.
Now? This wouldn’t end with just a beating.
He’d make Zhang Fan pay for the medical bills too.
As Ding Renfeng charged again, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, fear flickering in his eyes.
Clang!
A shockwave erupted.
A slender figure suddenly appeared, blocking Ding Renfeng’s punch with an outstretched hand.
Ding Renfeng staggered back, glaring. "The hell? Who are you?"
"Me?"
The young man grinned, flashing a row of white teeth. "Why don't you ask those guys behind you?"
One of the thugs, his face pale and voice trembling, stammered, "B-Brother Feng... h-he's An Yi—the one who crippled Brother Long!"
+ 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!
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...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
