The already terrified Bai family turned deathly pale when they saw Bai Xiu actually provoking Hou Tianci.
This troublemaker was finally about to leave!
Why are you provoking him now?!
Hou Tianci thought he misheard. He dug at his ear, then grinned with a terrifying smile. "Kid, what the hell did you just say?"
Bai Xiu bared his teeth in a chilling smile. "You think you can just leave after causing all this trouble? It’s not that easy."
Instantly, the entire room erupted in shock.
Some timid guests quietly slipped away, too frightened to stay.
This was a genuine Hua Jing martial artist!
If the infamous "Flower-Stick Ghost" Hou Tianci truly lost his temper, who in the entire capital could stand against him?
The Old Madam whispered, "Xiu’er, stop talking..."
A noblewoman nearby, looking exasperated, quickly added, "Bai Xiu, apologize to Master Hou right now!"
The Zheng family remained untouchable precisely because they had a Hua Jing expert like him backing them!
This brat was playing with fire—if he wanted to die, fine, but did he have to drag the entire Bai family down with him?
"Don’t apologize! I love his arrogance. Even if he kneels and begs now, it’s too late!" Hou Tianci licked his lips, his bloodshot eyes growing even more menacing. "Kid, care to spar?"
Tang Qingqing crossed her arms and sneered. "Hmph, just a Hua Jing martial artist. Let’s see where you get the nerve to challenge him."
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao also stepped forward.
Though still at the An Jin level, the two of them together could easily take this guy down.
"You want a fight? I’ll oblige."
Bai Xiu’s sharp gaze locked onto Hou Tianci.
The moment Bai Xiu spoke, the room fell into stunned silence.
In the eyes of the crowd, the slender and frail-looking Bai Xiu might as well have been begging for death.
Hou Tianci laughed under Bai Xiu’s murderous stare. "Not bad, not bad. Those eyes have killing intent—I like that! Hope you stay this tough when you’re dying!"
"Master Hou, this... this is all a misunderstanding!"
The Old Madam hobbled forward, trying to stop the fight.
Tang Qingqing stepped in to support her, speaking gently, "Grandma Bai, don’t worry. Bai Xiu will be fine."
She had personally witnessed Bai Xiu’s monstrous strength.
"Kid, DIE!"
Hou Tianci wasted no more words. He swung his long staff with devastating force, aiming straight for Bai Xiu.
This strike held nothing back—the sheer momentum of the staff carried a bone-chilling gust of energy.
Even a An Jin martial artist would be killed instantly by this blow, let alone an ordinary person.
Many shut their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the bloody aftermath.
CLANG!
A deafening metallic clash reverberated through the air.
A spear crackling with blue lightning suddenly appeared in Bai Xiu’s hand, effortlessly blocking Hou Tianci’s attack.
"You—"
Hou Tianci froze. That had been his full-power strike, yet this kid had blocked it without breaking a sweat.
Staring at the half-lidded, indifferent youth before him, Hou Tianci felt an overwhelming pressure unlike anything he’d ever faced.
The crowd was dumbstruck.
The Bai family’s disgraced outcast had just withstood an attack from Hua Jing expert Hou Tianci?
"Is that all you’ve got?"
Bai Xiu taunted, his lips curling into a lazy smirk.
Hou Tianci’s blood boiled with rage. "You little—!"
His staff lashed out like a striking dragon, aiming for Bai Xiu’s face.
Bai Xiu flicked his spear, deflecting the attack with ease.
Hou Tianci, unable to control his own momentum, stumbled forward awkwardly.
"AGAIN!"
Blind with fury, Hou Tianci roared and swung once more.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Blow after blow rained down, yet Bai Xiu strolled leisurely, blocking every strike with one hand as if it were child’s play.
"I—I’m not seeing things, am I? Hua Jing!"
"Bai Xiu is a Hua Jing martial artist too!"
The guests at the birthday banquet were utterly shocked.
Who could’ve imagined that the Bai family’s discarded son was actually a Hua Jing expert?
Hou Tianci grew more alarmed with each exchange.
Had this kid been training since birth? How was he this strong at his age?!
"Take this! Staff Sweeps the Universe!"
Putting every ounce of strength into his final attack, Hou Tianci swung with everything he had.
Yet, to his horror, Bai Xiu mirrored the motion—his spear slashed horizontally, shattering Hou Tianci’s staff mid-swing before slamming into his chest.
THUD!
The impact sent Hou Tianci flying backward, crashing into the courtyard wall.
He struggled to rise, only to cough up a mouthful of dark blood laced with organ fragments.
He was outmatched—completely outmatched!
As a late-stage Hua Jing martial artist, even a peak Hua Jing opponent would’ve had a hard time defeating him.
But against this kid? He couldn’t even fight back!
"Not just Hua Jing... This brat is beyond Hua Jing!"
Hou Tianci trembled, panic setting in.
That spear strike had cracked his ribs and shredded his internal organs with its residual energy.
Even if he survived, it’d take at least a year to recover.
"Still feeling cocky?"
Bai Xiu rested the spear on his shoulder, his cold gaze locking onto Hou Tianci.
The once frail and overlooked figure now radiated an unshakable dominance.
No one could believe that the person who had just humiliated Hou Tianci was the Bai family’s exiled son.
One thing was clear—the Bai family was about to rise again.
Hou Tianci forced himself up, teeth clenched in fury. "Kid... I admit defeat today. But mark my words—this isn’t over!"
"Who said you could leave?"
Bai Xiu’s eyes flashed with killing intent.
Hou Tianci’s instincts screamed danger.
The spear lashed out like a dragon, striking his knees.
CRACK!
Hou Tianci collapsed, his kneecaps shattered beyond repair.
Another swing—this time to his spine.
Hou Tianci crumpled, his meridians severed. His martial arts career was over.
"Today is Grandma’s birthday. No bloodshed—so I’ll spare your life."
Bai Xiu retracted his spear, his tone indifferent.
Hou Tianci let out a bitter laugh.
"Spare his life"?
He was crippled—his legs useless, his cultivation destroyed.
This was worse than death.
With a venomous glare, Hou Tianci spat, "Kid... just wait for the Ten Thousand Demon Cave’s revenge!"
"Ten Thousand Demon Cave?"
The mention of the name sent waves of terror through the guests.
They’d thought it was just a rumor, but Hou Tianci really was connected to them.
The Bai family was doomed.
No matter how strong Bai Xiu was, could he stand against the Ten Thousand Demon Cave?
Their sect leader ranked thirty-fifth on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
"I need to cut ties with the Bai family immediately—I can’t get dragged into this!" many thought in panic.
"Oh? Is that so?"
A handsome young man strolled into the courtyard, his voice light but laced with deadly intent.
"Daring to threaten someone from our Asura Gate... The Ten Thousand Demon Cave must have a death wish."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
