Kunlun City.
Zhang Bowen turned off the live TV broadcast and stretched his limbs.
He then went to a popular internet-famous restaurant in Kunlun City and ordered their signature dish, stewed beef brisket with radish.
He savored it carefully for ten minutes, then wiped his mouth clean and called the server over to settle the bill.
The server noticed that more than half of the beef brisket and radish stew was still left in the clay pot.
With concern, the server asked:
"Sir, is there something about our dish that you're not satisfied with?"
Zhang Bowen smiled faintly and said:
"The flavor is too heavy. It's not as good as the radish my mother used to stew."
"It's just a shame, I haven't had it in over three hundred years, and I can't quite remember the taste anymore."
"I just wanted to try and find that familiar feeling. In case I die someday, I might not get another chance."
The server who had spoken was momentarily stunned.
Then they laughed and said:
"Young man, you really know how to joke. You must be missing your mom."
After the meal.
Zhang Bowen hailed a taxi with a cheerful smile and arrived at the entrance of the Tianxuan Martial Arts Hall.
"This place really isn't bad as a battlefield."
Just then, an elderly man in traditional Tang attire also walked up, smiling warmly.
"Mr. Bowen, long time no see."
"Who do you need me to hold off for you this time?"
Zhang Bowen replied with a chuckle:
"Su Canghai, that genius Martial Saint from the Wang family clan. Can you hold him off?"
"After all, anyone who can practice Tai Chi to the level of Harmony of Heaven and Man makes me a little wary."
Su Canghai was somewhat shocked inwardly.
He hadn't expected to be asked to hold off the Wang family's Martial Saint.
That youngest Martial Saint in Great Xia.
In his mind, although this Martial Saint was a genius, he had only attained sainthood a few years ago and shouldn't be that strong yet.
"What's so special about Wang Zun?"
Zhang Bowen thought for a moment and said:
"For over three hundred years, no one has practiced Tai Chi to the level of Harmony of Heaven and Man."
"The last person to achieve Harmony of Heaven and Man in Tai Chi was my maternal grandfather from the Ancient Clan."
Su Canghai was slightly surprised.
Tai Chi is widespread throughout Great Xia.
It's famously easy to start learning and practice.
But it also has significant drawbacks.
It's very difficult to achieve high mastery with it.
According to Great Xia's records, apart from the Wang family's Wang Zun today, no one else has ever reached Harmony of Heaven and Man.
He hadn't expected that the Kunlun Remnant Clan had also produced a Tai Chi master who achieved Harmony of Heaven and Man.
On the other side.
Liu Weiwei and Xiao Ruohan had already exchanged dozens of rounds.
Both women were glistening with sweat.
For some reason, Xiao Ruohan was reminded of the day she betrayed Chen Feng.
That city-level Martial Apprentice final match in Jiangcheng City.
Back then, she had also fought Liu Weiwei for a long time, just like now.
It all felt like yesterday.
Xiao Ruohan raised her icy cold eyes to look at Liu Weiwei.
After fighting for so long,
she spoke for the first time:
"The first time we fought, I crippled you. The second time, you defeated me."
"Now it's my turn again. But this time, I won't give you another chance to fight me in the future."
"I'm going to make Chen Feng watch with his own eyes how I kill you."
Liu Weiwei showed no fear.
She and Xiao Ruohan were evenly matched; the other didn't have the strength to kill her.
"Save your breath. I will never lose to a traitor like you."
A cruel smile spread across Xiao Ruohan's face, revealing two rows of snow-white, pristine teeth.
"Then let me show you the true power of the Rampaging Dragon's Roar!"
She and Liu Weiwei had fought dozens of rounds, seeming evenly matched.
But in truth, she hadn't fully displayed the true power of the 18th move of her self-created Subduing Dragon Palm, the "Rampaging Dragon's Roar."
The Rampaging Dragon's Roar automatically accumulates the residual power from the previous seventeen palm techniques.
That is to say, the more exchanges and the longer the fight,
the greater the power of the Rampaging Dragon's Roar becomes.
At this moment, the black dragon phantom circling around Xiao Ruohan's body had become increasingly solid.
Almost tangible.
Xiao Ruohan struck out with her palm once more.
The black dragon-shaped martial arts phantom let out a tremendous roar and charged explosively towards Liu Weiwei.
Annihilation of the Three Realms!
Liu Weiwei also used the ninth move of the Heavenly Cripple Kick to block Xiao Ruohan's attack.
However, this time she was forced back two steps by the impact.
She could clearly feel that the power of Xiao Ruohan's palm seemed stronger than before.
But it was still within her ability to handle.
Yet, as Xiao Ruohan continued to strike out with palm after palm, the power of the Rampaging Dragon's Roar grew greater and greater.
Gradually, Liu Weiwei began to struggle with defense, counterattacking less and less frequently.
Chen Feng, watching from below the stage, also noticed the shift in the battle.
"Xiao Ruohan's attacks seem to be getting stronger and stronger."
"If this continues, Weiwei might lose."
Jin Youxi, beside him, said worriedly:
"What should we do then?"
"Master, do you have any way to help junior sister win the match?"
"If junior sister loses to that traitor Xiao Ruohan, she'll be heartbroken."
Chen Feng sighed and shook his head, saying:
"This master doesn't have any good ideas either."
By now, Liu Weiwei had finally realized the ingenuity of Xiao Ruohan's martial technique.
So that move, Rampaging Dragon's Roar, actually grew stronger the more it was used.
Liu Weiwei, struggling to keep up, was showing more and more signs of decline.
Now she was also provoked by Xiao Ruohan's words.
She remembered how her senior sister Jin Youxi had also comprehended the tenth move of the Buddha's Palm on her own.
And now, Xiao Ruohan had also self-comprehended the eighteenth move of the Subduing Dragon Palm.
Only she, under her master's careful guidance, had merely mastered the nine moves of the Heavenly Cripple Kick with increasing proficiency.
Yet she was completely incapable of creating new martial techniques on her own.
Liu Weiwei was filled with resentment.
She could lose to anyone, but she absolutely could not lose to the traitor Xiao Ruohan.
But now she had to face reality: she might not be Xiao Ruohan's match.
"Rampaging Dragon's Roar!"
Xiao Ruohan struck out with her palm once again, unconsciously calling out the move's name.
Liu Weiwei kicked out several times in succession just to block this one palm.
But she was shaken back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She had clearly sustained significant internal injuries.
"So strong!"
"How on earth do you comprehend a more powerful move on your own?"
Liu Weiwei remembered what her senior sister had said about the process of awakening the tenth move of the Buddha's Palm.
Jin Youxi had dreamed of practicing martial arts with their master.
She practiced the first to the ninth moves of the Buddha's Palm, and very naturally executed the tenth move.
Liu Weiwei had been envious when she heard that.
She too had dreamed of scenes practicing and learning with Chen Feng.
But she still didn't know how to create new martial arts techniques.
Liu Weiwei couldn't help but doubt herself.
"Am I really the worst disciple Master has ever taught?"
Another Rampaging Dragon's Roar. Liu Weiwei was sent flying by a palm strike and crashed onto the stage floor.
Jin Youxi below the stage cried out in alarm:
"Junior sister, let's forfeit for now. Senior sister will definitely find a way to finish her off and get revenge for you."
These words made Xiao Ruohan's eyebrow twitch uncontrollably.
She wished she could jump off the stage and fight Jin Youxi to the death, but reality wouldn't allow it.
Jin Youxi's current strength was comparable to a top-tier Martial Artist; she wasn't her match for the time being.
"That damn little green-tea (two-faced) bitch. I'll get rid of her sooner or later."
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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?"
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...
