Outside the Holy Capital.
Due to a major traffic jam on the road, most people were traveling on foot.
The Martial Arts Association had issued an order: all those below the Grandmaster level were to leave the Holy Capital immediately.
Those at the Grandmaster level and above were all required to participate in the war for the Holy Capital.
Jin Youxi and her two companions, following a faulty navigation app, had just broken away from the main crowd and detoured onto a small path.
Suddenly, three other figures blocked their way.
"Well, well! Talk about a small world," Duan Yan'er said with a coy laugh.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei could tell at a glance that these newcomers meant trouble.
Zhao Bing, however, acted as if he had noticed nothing, continuing to walk forward while lost in thought.
"Both senior sisters have comprehended new techniques from the martial arts methods taught by our master."
"There's no reason I can't do the same."
"The Thirteen Deadly Swords should also allow for the comprehension of a fourteenth sword."
Jin Youxi hurriedly shouted:
"Junior Brother Zhao Bing!"
"Watch out, there are enemies ahead!"
Enemies?
Zhao Bing looked up in surprise.
He saw the three people ahead.
He didn't recognize Duan Changtian and Duan Yan'er at all.
He only knew that Xiao Ruohan was once also a disciple of Chen Feng.
She later betrayed the sect and repaid kindness with enmity.
Without a second thought, he directly drew the Chixiao Sword from his waist.
This treasured sword was a gift Chen Feng had given him upon leaving.
Chen Feng's swordsmanship had reached the level of unity between man and nature, attaining the realm of "no sword."
Thus, he had no need for a treasured sword.
Zhao Bing cherished this sword deeply.
Having learned his master's techniques and received such a fine sword, he had long been troubled, not knowing how to repay his master's kindness.
Now, seeing a traitor to the sect, an idea immediately sprang to his mind.
Perhaps he could help his master cleanse the sect.
Nearby, Duan Changtian looked coldly at the three.
Seeing Zhao Bing draw his sword, he sneered:
"A mere peak-level Martial Warrior, daring to draw a sword before me? How overconfident."
Jin Youxi recalled seeing Duan Yan'er and this man during Liu Weiwei's match before.
She had specifically looked up information on them afterwards, especially since this man had claimed to be Xiao Ruohan's boyfriend.
She quickly warned:
"Junior brother, be careful!"
"He is Duan Changtian of the Duan Clan, now possessing peak-level Martial Master strength."
Duan Changtian curled the corner of his mouth.
He looked disdainfully at Zhao Bing, who had drawn his sword, wanting to see the look of fear on his face upon learning of his cultivation level.
Clearly, the result disappointed him.
Zhao Bing's fighting spirit only grew stronger.
Hearing that Duan Changtian's cultivation was higher than his, he naturally recalled the scene of his master, on the arena, fighting above his level and severely injuring the judges.
"Ever since gaining some insights on the arena, I haven't encountered a worthy opponent. I wonder if I now possess the strength to fight above my level."
Xiao Ruohan stared coldly at Jin Youxi.
Just the sight of Jin Youxi made her teeth ache faintly.
Impatiently, she ordered Duan Changtian:
"Take advantage that this path is deserted now, cripple them!"
"Kill the man outright!"
"Leave those two for me. I want to torment them to death slowly."
Duan Yan'er also looked at Jin Youxi and laughed:
"Kneel and beg for mercy now!"
"Maybe later I can leave your corpse intact!"
"Hahaha..."
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei grew somewhat tense.
After all, Duan Changtian's strength was that of a genuine peak Martial Master.
Zhao Bing, however, stared fixedly at Duan Changtian and said:
"If you're an enemy, then make your move quickly!"
Duan Changtian snorted coldly:
"If you're in such a hurry to die, I'll oblige you!"
He then pointed with a finger.
Shangyang Sword!
Zhao Bing also immediately slashed out a sword qi.
However, upon meeting the sword qi of the Six Meridian Divine Sword, his own shattered instantly upon contact!
He slashed out five more consecutive strokes, barely managing to block this single finger thrust.
Now, both understood the gap between them.
Just as Zhao Bing resolved the power of that finger thrust,
Duan Changtian shot out another finger thrust, the Guanchong Sword.
He then followed with a Sun Finger thrust.
Zhao Bing stopped trying to meet them head-on, fighting while dodging.
He waited for an opportunity to counterattack.
But to the others, it seemed Duan Changtian remained completely stationary.
Zhao Bing, however, was exerting all his effort, twisting, turning, and leaping to resist Duan Changtian's Six Meridian Divine Sword and Sun Finger.
Though he was being suppressed, Zhao Bing's expression was one of excitement.
"Come at me harder!"
"I want to comprehend my own technique, just like my two senior sisters!"
Seeing Zhao Bing's excited expression,
Jin Youxi inwardly complained:
"Is this junior brother some kind of masochist?"
On the other side, Duan Yan'er, watching Zhao Bing's demeanor, couldn't help but say:
"That scar-faced guy is truly insane!"
"Cousin, kill him quickly. He gives me the creeps!"
Hearing Duan Yan'er's words, Jin Youxi immediately fumed:
"Trying to harm my junior brother!"
"Do you think I, his senior sister, don't exist?"
"Weiwei! Let's join forces, first kill Duan Yan'er and Xiao Ruohan."
"Then help junior brother deal with Xiao Ruohan's boyfriend."
Hearing Jin Youxi's words, Duan Yan'er and Xiao Ruohan instantly panicked.
They were no match for Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei.
Jin Youxi alone could slap both of them to death.
The two hurriedly hid behind Duan Changtian.
Duan Yan'er immediately started taunting again:
"Come over here if you dare!"
"My cousin alone can crush all three of you!"
Xiao Ruohan looked venomously at Jin Youxi.
Jin Youxi's earlier threat had infuriated her.
Now, she was already a cripple.
All of this was thanks to Liu Weiwei.
But the person Xiao Ruohan wanted to kill most was Jin Youxi.
Every time she saw Jin Youxi's proud demeanor and then thought of her own miserable situation, it filled her with a murderous impulse.
"Duan Changtian! Deal with these two bitches first!" Xiao Ruohan pointed at Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei.
Duan Changtian felt somewhat conflicted but couldn't show it.
Although he could suppress Zhao Bing and would soon win, once distracted, his advantage would greatly diminish.
However, for the sake of his beloved Xiao Ruohan,
he still divided his attention and shot a finger thrust towards Jin Youxi.
Jin Youxi immediately activated her martial arts domain of unity between man and nature.
She met that finger sword qi with several successive palm strikes.
Liu Weiwei also circulated her Heaven Crippling Kick technique, launching attacks to help Jin Youxi block the finger sword qi.
She delivered several kicks in succession.
But her techniques, before Duan Changtian's Six Meridian Divine Sword, seemed as flimsy as paper.
They were easily pierced through by that finger sword qi.
The effect she could provide was minimal.
The gap between a peak Martial Master and a Martial Warrior was difficult to bridge.
Fortunately, Jin Youxi had broken through to the peak Martial Warrior level after the tournament.
Now, after several palm strikes, she barely managed to block the opponent's attack.
Zhao Bing, who had been struggling greatly against Duan Changtian,
suddenly found the rhythm of Duan Changtian's attacks reduced by one finger thrust.
He immediately seized the chance to close the distance and slash out with his sword.
Duan Changtian was startled inwardly but still managed to dodge in time.
He hadn't expected that a moment of distraction would give his opponent a chance to counterattack.
He was shocked by Zhao Bing's strength.
But what troubled him most was that his earlier finger thrust had had no effect whatsoever.
Jin Youxi had actually blocked one of his attacks too.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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?"
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.
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...
