"Nine, nine and a half percent?"
Old Tao's voice grew excited, his face flushing red, his body trembling along with it. "You, you wouldn't be messing with me, would you?"
An Yi shrugged and said seriously, "I, An Yi, have always kept my word!"
"If you can really cure my old ailment, forget just getting into the East Profound Academy—I could even arrange a position as a mentor without hesitation!"
Old Tao's gaze suddenly turned serious.
He had been tormented by his old injury for seven years, almost every day feeling the slow drain of spiritual energy from his body.
Originally, he planned to muddle through the rest of his life, but he never expected to find a turning point here.
An Yi chuckled lightly. "I've been freeloading off you for so long. This is just a small favor, no need to make it so complicated!"
As he spoke, silver needles had already appeared in An Yi's hand, and he was about to strike.
Old Tao's expression was panicked.
"Wait, wait! I'm not ready yet!"
"Sorry, you said that too late!"
An Yi's technique was nothing short of masterful. In an instant, a row of silver needles was embedded into Old Tao's body, frightening him so much that he dared not move.
He had never seen such a strange method before. If you're treating someone, what's the point of sticking a row of needles in?
Then, streams of spiritual energy surged through his body via the acupoints.
Old Tao was amazed, his eyes fixed on An Yi.
Spiritual energy infused into the body!
With just this one move, he knew An Yi had real skill!
The flowing spiritual energy coursed through his body again and again.
It scoured the blocked and clogged meridians within him!
Sweat beaded on Old Tao's forehead, his face turned bright red, and his body began to swell.
The powerful spiritual energy, pouring into his body time and again, was becoming somewhat unbearable.
Old Tao was shocked.
Just what level of strength did this kid have?
"Done!"
An Yi's expression was calm as he smoothly pulled the silver needles out of Old Tao's body. "You're cured. Get up and take a few steps."
"T-this, that's it?"
Old Tao was stunned, looking at An Yi in disbelief.
He had only just started feeling it.
"What else did you expect?"
An Yi asked, speechless.
Old Tao moved his arms and indeed felt much less pressure in his upper body. The dull ache in his lower back had also vanished completely.
"T-this, this…"
Feeling the joyful sensation of spiritual energy flowing freely through his body, Old Tao almost burst into tears.
He couldn't remember the last time his spiritual energy had moved so smoothly.
He had never thought he would see the day he was cured.
"Wipe your nose. Someone might think I've been beating up an old man if they see you like this."
An Yi handed over half a box of tissues left over from the night before.
Old Tao wiped his tears and said magnanimously, "Rest assured, from now on, you're a teacher at the East Profound Academy. Wait here—I'll go get it approved for you!"
"Wait, that's not necessary—I don't really care about getting in or not…"
An Yi quickly said.
"Just wait, I'll be right back!"
With that, Old Tao rushed out in a flurry.
With his strength and medical skills, this kind of talent—the East Profound Academy absolutely had to keep him!
"Young Master, just listen to Old Tao. If you become a teacher at the East Profound Academy, neither the City Lord's Mansion nor the Xu family will dare touch you."
Ye Tian had woken up, coughing a few times before speaking weakly.
"Hmph, what Pockmark Wang did has nothing to do with me, An Yi!"
An Yi said with an air of righteousness.
Ye Tian: "…"
True, as long as this guy wore a different face, there usually wouldn't be any major problems. After all, no one recognized him.
…
At the Xu family estate.
The entire courtyard was draped in stark white.
It added a touch of desolation to what was once a lavish mansion.
The main hall of the Xu family was filled with the weeping voices of Xu family members, their cries sounding rather anguished.
A woman's body lay covered by a white cloth.
A beautiful middle-aged woman knelt on the ground, weeping hoarsely, "Yiyun, my daughter…"
Xu Chun's eyes were red, and from sheer rage, a cold glint flickered in them.
His only daughter had died in such an unexplained manner!
"The Qi family, Pockmark Wang! None of you are getting away!"
Xu Chun said coldly.
Behind him stood a group of spiritual cultivators in tight battle gear, standing at attention.
"Wanted across the entire city: capture Pockmark Wang!"
Xu Chun issued the order icily.
Even though Qi Zun had claimed he killed Xu Yiyun, Pockmark Wang was still involved!
After all, that night, it was Xu Chun who had arranged for Xu Yiyun to seek Pockmark Wang for the purpose of bearing a child.
And in the end, Xu Yiyun had died in the corridor of an inn.
"Yes!"
The group of spiritual cultivators in tight battle gear replied, cupping their fists in salute.
At the City Lord's Mansion.
Qi Hong stared at his son with utter disappointment. In a fit of anger, he slapped him hard across the face. "You degenerate!"
Qi Zun's head turned to the side, his cheek swelling up.
"It's not my fault! Xu Yiyun was cheating on me! I only found out after investigating—during the whole time she was with me, she was always stepping out on me!"
Qi Zun roared in fury, his chest heaving with agitation.
Qi Hong looked at him coldly. "Don't you know? The dead deserve respect! No matter how disgusting her actions were in life, once she's dead, it's water under the bridge!
I could have pinned the murder on Ye Tian and his men, but do you have any idea what consequences your actions will bring!"
Seeing his father's furious face, Qi Zun was momentarily at a loss, not knowing what to do.
The Xu family was the wealthiest in Qi City!
With extensive assets and influence, though unable to compare with the City Lord's Mansion, they were still formidable.
Qi Zun naturally understood the stakes, and his face turned ashen. His voice trembling, he said, "Dad, I, I was just confused for a moment. I don't know what came over me—it felt like someone was controlling me, and on top of that anger, I just blurted it out, taking the blame…"
Now, even Qi Zun himself was panicking.
He couldn't fathom why he had been so stupid as to claim he killed Xu Yiyun!
It felt as though he really had been controlled.
Qi Hong stared into Qi Zun's eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did you actually kill Xu Yiyun or not?"
Qi Zun cried out miserably, "Dad, I don't know why I did such a dumb thing, but that woman Xu Yiyun's death really has nothing to do with me!"
Looking at his son's aggrieved face, Qi Hong said grimly, "Right now, if we want to get out of this, we must capture Ye Tian at all costs!"
If Qi Zun truly hadn't killed her, then Ye Tian was the most likely suspect!
As long as they caught Ye Tian, everything else would be easier to handle.
Even if Ye Tian wasn't the killer, Qi Hong had ways to make him confess.
"Yes!"
Qi Zun showed a glimmer of understanding.
He knew very well the methods his father used.
"As for the Xu family, we can't strike at them right now, but we'll wipe them out afterward,"
Qi Hong said coldly.
For a long time, the biggest threat to the City Lord's Mansion had been the Xu family!
A soft sigh echoed softly.
On the eaves, a graceful figure, as ethereal as a startled swan, slowly departed.
] [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!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?!
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!
