Deng Hei and the other three finally stopped their assault, their faces filled with shock as they shouted,
"We deserve death, we thought it was Tang Yu coming down."
Lu Junzhuo was almost driven mad with anger.
He had indeed arranged for the four of them to ambush Tang Yu here.
But who could have predicted such a drastic turn of events?
Tang Yu and Wang Yixue weren’t poisoned, but he was the one who ended up falling for the trap!
After being caught in the trap, to frame Tang Yu, he even put on a mask disguised as Tang Yu!
It would have been better if he hadn’t worn it, because as soon as he did, he was attacked by his own men.
He felt like a complete fool.
"Damn it!"
Lu Junzhuo pointed at the members of the Death Squad, his finger trembling, but he eventually suppressed his anger and said,
"It’s not your fault. There was just a small hiccup in the plan. You... are very loyal."
After all, they were just faithfully carrying out his orders.
It wouldn’t be appropriate to punish them for this!
"It’s our duty," the four of them said in unison, kneeling on the ground.
"I’m feeling a bit unwell and need to leave for a while. You stay at the hotel and see if you can find an opportunity to poison Tang Yu and the others. Let me know if you succeed."
Even now, Lu Junzhuo refused to give up.
After instructing the four to stay at the hotel and look for an opportunity,
he dashed out of the hotel, desperate to find a place to take a proper shower.
The greasy smell on him was unbearable.
As soon as he ran out of the hotel’s back door, two figures suddenly rushed out from the roadside.
By the time he reacted, the two had already landed blows on him, one with a punch and the other with a kick.
They were the two ancient martial arts bodyguards following Wang Yixue.
These two were quite formidable, both at the peak of the Yellow Realm!
They had been lying in wait for a long time, and taking advantage of Lu Junzhuo’s disoriented state, they launched a sneak attack and continued to press their advantage.
Being repeatedly attacked, Lu Junzhuo was seething with rage, on the verge of losing his mind.
He, a peak Mystic Realm expert!
A prodigy even within the Dragon Soul Organization!
Compared to him, even Ye Chen paled in comparison.
When had he ever suffered such humiliation, being bullied by two trash who hadn’t even reached the Mystic Realm?
Under normal circumstances, he could have crushed them with one hand!
But his current condition was just too poor.
The injuries from last time hadn’t healed, and today he had suffered a severe loss of vitality, having been on the move for three hours without rest, and then taking a beating from the Death Squad.
At this moment, his limbs felt as weak as noodles.
Facing the joint assault of two peak Yellow Realm fighters, he could only watch helplessly as they gained the upper hand.
To make matters worse, these two were ruthless, clearly intent on killing him.
After sustaining several injuries, Lu Junzhuo spat out another mouthful of blood.
Feeling his condition growing increasingly dire,
he finally couldn’t hold on any longer and decided to swallow his pride.
Taking a deep breath, he roared, "Help!"
This was, after all, a high-end hotel, and there were plenty of security personnel around.
As soon as he shouted for help, a patrolling security guard quickly arrived.
"What’s going on here? Who told you to fight here? If you want to fight, go to the dance studio!" a security guard shouted.
Seeing the security guards arrive, the two ancient martial arts bodyguards from the Huang family were somewhat frustrated.
With so many people around, they really couldn’t continue trying to kill this man.
The two had no choice but to abandon their assault and quickly retreat.
After they left, Lu Junzhuo slumped to the ground, his face filled with humiliation.
Lu Junzhuo, reduced to calling for help after being beaten by two Yellow Realm martial artists!
He had only been back in China for a short while,
and he had already been beaten three times!
"Are you okay? Do you want us to call the police?" one of the security guards asked with concern.
"Get lost! Don’t meddle in my affairs. If you dare spread word of today’s events, don’t blame me for being ruthless," Lu Junzhuo glared at the security guards and threatened viciously.
If this got out, how could he ever show his face in the Dragon Soul Organization again?
The security guards’ faces instantly darkened, and they turned away cursing under their breath.
If they had known he was such an idiot, they wouldn’t have bothered coming over!
After the security guards left, Lu Junzhuo hurriedly drove to the hospital.
With his injuries, it would take quite some time for him to fully recover.
...
Back in his hotel room, Tang Yu sat on the sofa and muttered in his heart,
"Damn system, where’s my reward?"
"Ding, reward: improved physique and a significant boost to the weak host’s strength," the system’s cold voice rang out.
As soon as the system’s voice faded, Tang Yu immediately felt the changes in his body.
A black, sticky, and foul-smelling liquid began oozing out of his pores.
"Ugh, which author came up with this bone-marrow cleansing trope?"
The smell was so revolting that even Tang Yu himself felt a bit nauseated.
It was like being thrown into a cesspool for a freestyle swim.
He rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.
The suite’s bathroom even had an indoor hot spring pool.
After washing off the filth, Tang Yu relaxed comfortably in the pool.
According to the system,
after this round of bone-marrow cleansing, his physique had become top-tier for martial arts training.
Moreover, his strength had directly risen to the Yellow Realm, instantly transforming him from an ordinary person into an ancient martial artist.
Although this level of strength was still a bit low, and he couldn’t yet slap someone like Ye Chen to death with one strike,
it significantly raised the ceiling for Tang Yu’s ability to bully the weak and fear the strong.
From now on, if he ran into any idiots who didn’t know their place,
he could just knock them out with one punch!
"This damn system finally gave me something good, but something feels off," Tang Yu rubbed his chin and pondered.
He hadn’t really gone all out against Lu Junzhuo today, so where did this high-level reward come from?
Just then, his phone, which was placed nearby, rang.
Tang Yu picked it up and glanced at it.
It was a message from the Death Squad.
They reported the situation to Tang Yu.
Upon learning that the four of them had beaten up Lu Junzhuo,
Tang Yu was dumbfounded.
What the hell? Pretending to be him just to get beaten up?
As expected, traitors always put in their best effort when it comes to work.
To show his gratitude for their help in boosting his system rewards,
Tang Yu gifted each of them a membership card to a high-end club.
Each card was loaded with a million, enough for them to enjoy themselves for a year.
Moreover, the club was a nationwide chain, so they could use it wherever they went.
The four of them were overjoyed when they received the membership cards.
Club people, club souls, club members are the elite of society!
They then collectively left the hotel to go have fun.
As for Lu Junzhuo’s orders? Sorry, they were just following Tang Yu’s tasks.
After finishing his communication with the Death Squad,
Tang Yu relaxed in the hot spring for a while longer before preparing to go to bed.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Tang Yu, open up. I need to talk to you," Wang Yixue’s voice came from outside.
"Looking for me?" Tang Yu felt a bit strange. What could she want at this hour?
He quickly went to open the door.
Wang Yixue, who was waiting outside, looked somewhat miserable.
She walked in, clutching her stomach, and immediately lay down on Tang Yu’s bed, saying,
"Tang Yu, my stomach hurts."
"Are you here to take a dump?"
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?!
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...
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
