Gu Chenan walked back to the competition venue full of doubts in his mind.
This is just speechless.
Why did Tang Yunjin suddenly come to ask me these irrelevant questions? It makes no sense!
When he arrived at the competition venue, a scene that shocked all the onlookers was happening in the arena.
Lin Yu was standing alone on the stage, looking confident and powerful, like an immovable Wisdom King statue.
Below the stage, countless people were holding their chests with painful and unwilling expressions as they looked up at Lin Yu on the stage.
Not long after Gu Chenan left with Liu Mingrui, Lin Yu knocked out his opponent with one hit and arrogantly looked at the candidates below the stage and said, "The group matches are too slow. Why don't you just come at me one by one."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
The participating candidates below the stage and the spectators all broke out in laughter, mocking him, with disdainful expressions.
How dare this unknown nobody be so arrogant and presumptuous!
So the candidates below the stage came up one after another to challenge him.
The situation has now become what it is.
Looking at Lin Yu standing arrogantly on the stage, the spectators finally came back to their senses and immediately broke out in exclamations.
"Too...too amazing! I was mocking Lin Yu earlier, I clearly have no eye for talent!"
"I didn't expect that Lin Yu is so strong at such young age!"
"Hiss! I didn't even know there was someone like Lin Yu in East Sea. Why have I never heard of him before!"
"This guy is very powerful. The big families will probably compete to recruit him! Things are going to change in East Sea!"
Hearing the exclamations coming from all directions, Gu Chenan shrugged with a smile.
He knew the plot, so he was not surprised at all by what was happening now.
There's nothing to say, Gu Chenan had seen this trick no less than a hundred times.
First the protagonist boasts big, provoking contempt from the audience. Then he shows his strength and slaps everyone in the face. Finally the crowd bursts out in shock.
A classic online fiction cliché.
Alright, now that the plot has progressed this far, the climax for this part should come up next!
Lin Yu effortlessly defeats the successor of Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles, shocking everyone again.
"Still the same old and tiring cliché ..."
Gu Chenan sighed and went to sit in the VIP stand.
As soon as he sat down, Liu Mingrui, who had returned earlier, came over and said, "Chen An, this Lin Yu is even stronger now than when he saved me last time!"
"Watch your distance!" Gu Chenan frowned at her snow-white face so close to his.
"You..." Liu Mingrui was furious and about to flare up, but remembered what Elder Liu said, so she just snorted lightly and sat up straight.
Just then, the arrogant and aloof Lin Yu looked back at Gu Chenan in the VIP stand and asked in a loud voice, "Does this mean that I am the champion since no one else is coming onto the stage?"
【What the heck, why are you asking me? 】
【This is the Ye family's competition, ask them!】
Gu Chenan pretended to tidy up his suit cuffs to avoid Lin Yu’s smug and confident gaze.
"Mr. Lin Yu."
At this moment, Ye Wenfei, holding a script, walked over.
"What is it?" Lin Yu asked.
Ye Wenfei said embarrassingly, "There is still one participating candidate left. As long as you can defeat him, then you will be the champion."
Ye Wenfei looked towards the grey-robed man among the crowd and nodded slightly.
The grey-robed man took off his cloak, revealing a horrifying face covered with centipede tattoos. He grinned and walked onto the stage.
As soon as he stood still, he announced his identity, "I am called Lu Renjia. I am the successor of Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles."
As soon as these words came out, the audience below instantly erupted into commotion!
"What! The successor of Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles! Now that this man is out, the championship is settled!"
"That Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles where one needle causes tetanus, two needles sends you to meet your ancestors, and even gods and Buddhas cannot withstand thirteen needles!"
"I can't believe I get to see Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles today, I'm so lucky!"
"No matter how strong Lin Yu is, he has no chance against Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles!"
Hearing these voices, Gu Chenan shook his head.
Here it comes again, starting to draw aggro before the fight. He was aesthetically fatigued from this.
Next, not only did Lin Yu defeat Lu Renjia, he even broke Lu Renjia’s arm. That kind of slap in the face felt awesome.
It's just that this Lu Renjia's name...isn’t it just Random Person A?
The original author is terrible at naming characters.
Among the spectators, Tang Yunjin watched Lu Renjia and Lin Yu solemnly.
Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles was indeed one of the most powerful ancient martial arts, but it was restrained by the Primordial One Qi Exercise passed down in Tang Yunjin’s family.
The moment Lu Renjia stepped out, this match was doomed to his loss, and a miserable one at that.
But if so, then Lin Yu would win the championship!
Tang Yunjin could not accept this outcome!
However, unable to utilize her family's exercises now, what could she do?
She gritted her teeth and glared at Lin Yu furiously.
At this moment, Lin Yu sensed Tang Yunjin’s gaze from the crowd. He looked back smugly with raised eyebrows, as if saying, Master, see how powerful I am?
But in Tang Yunjin’s eyes, the meaning of this look changed. She felt that Lin Yu was mocking her.
Mocking her for easily believing others, mocking her for foolishly handing over her family's exercises, mocking her for being a fool.
Lin Yu, you despicable bastard!
Tang Yunjin's whole body trembled as chills ran through her.
...
Soon, the match between Lin Yu and Lu Renjia officially began.
Knowing the outcome, Gu Chenan looked at Ye Wenfei rather pitifully.
Good bro, go in peace. When your seventh day memorial comes, I will burn more paper offerings of big-breasted beauties for you, so you have company down in the yellow springs.
Just as Gu Chenan's thoughts wandered, on the stage Lin Yu had already grabbed Lu Renjia's arm and pressed him firmly under him.
As soon as this scene appeared, the whole audience fell silent.
Some didn't even dare to breathe!
"Do you admit defeat?" Lin Yu asked.
Lu Renjia looked terrified. "No, impossible. Master said only the Primordial One Qi Exercise of the Tang family can rival Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles."
"Who...who exactly are you?"
Lin Yu did not answer this question. He just smiled crookedly and increased the strength in his hand, "I'm asking if you admit defeat or not?"
"You...what is going..."
Before Lu Renjia could finish speaking, there was a crisp "crack" from his arm!
"Ahhh...my hand!"
Upon seeing this scene, the spectators gasped sharply.
Then...buzz!
An uproar!
"Fuck! Lin Yu actually defeated the successor of Ghost Hand Thirteen Needles!"
"Just how terrifying is Lin Yu's strength!"
"Inconceivable, inconceivable!"
"This has really opened my eyes. I thought Lin Yu would definitely lose, didn't expect him to win so easily!"
At the end of the VIP stand, Ye Jinyuan saw this scene and his heart jumped. He closed his eyes painfully.
Below the stage, Ye Wenfei was also stunned on the spot, completely frozen.
...
(From here, our scumbag and jerk Gu Chenan will slowly start to rebel.)
(Of course, only slowly...)
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
