Wu Hao stepped down from the stage, and everyone flocked to another ring, spitting on the ground as they left.
Wang Ziyan walked among the crowd, a slight smile on her lips.
[That little punk, dare to fight with my Brother Tang, I'll make sure to fix you good.]
Then she seemed to think of something and wailed, "Wu Hao, you bastard, how dare you harm me."
Saying so, she chased after Wu Hao. Hearing this, Wu Hao immediately ran away.
"Senior Sister Wang, watch your image, I didn't mean it."
"You say you didn't mean it? I just warned you and you went and said those things to Ye Xuan, of course he would think I put you up to it."
"It's not like that, listen to my explanation."
"I won't listen, you turtle bastard."
Ye Xuan, Sima Ruxue, Liu Yuxin, Zhang Wanling, and Ye Xuan's good friend, the chubby Zhao Runsheng looked at each other in dismay.
"Brother Xuan, what is going on?" the chubby one asked.
"I don't know either, just let nature take its course! Let's go back."
Chu Yanran's opponent today was Xiao Chenfeng. Xiao Chenfeng very resignedly conceded.
This made the Great Elder of Qingyun Sword Sect even more upset. Thinking of his other disciples, his heart felt a little better.
On the high platform, Lin Qingying listlessly looked below, not caring about the outcome of the match at all, sighing from time to time, not knowing what she was thinking about.
[How boring! I wonder what Little Yu is doing? Does he miss me as much as I miss him after not seeing me for days? Is he unable to sleep at night like me? Thinking of me?]
On the desolate wilderness, banners fluttered and dust flew. The great army stretched for more than ten miles. Tang Xiaoyu's troops marched at the very front.
Marching was always boring and tedious, but Tang Xiaoyu didn't have any negative emotions at all. He kept telling stories to his comrades around him, about Lü Bu, Xu Zhu, Dian Wei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun.
Hearing this, the men around him were hot-blooded and excited. Little Wu even wanted to be Zhao Zilong of Changshan.
Wielding his long spear, he shouted loudly, "With unwavering courage I bring peace to the chaotic world, in my hands the long spear that will determine the kingdom."
Little Wu wielded the long spear vigorously and fiercely. Tang Xiaoyu couldn't help but cheer him on, "Well played!"
During the day they marched, and at night they trained for about an hour. Fortunately there weren't too many new recruits, so they didn't impact the overall strength of the army too much.
Five days later, the great army arrived within the jurisdiction of another city.
Here they didn't encounter the other army they were going to join up with, which had supposedly set out several days ago.
Only then did Tang Xiaoyu realize why when he first set out for White Tiger City, after walking for a month he hadn't come across any cities. It was because he had been taking small paths, bypassing many cities.
If he had had a fixed destination, he wouldn't have ended up wandering all the way to White Tiger City.
Zhuzi told him it would be another month before they reached the place where the armies were assembling.
That night, lying on the grass looking up at the stars in the sky, Tang Xiaoyu thought back to the first time he met his third sister, the first time they held hands, the time she fed him, the time she pretended to trip and fell into his arms, the time she pretended to be injured so he would carry her home. A faint smile appeared on Tang Xiaoyu's lips.
"What a naughty little lazy pig, full of crafty ideas."
"Perhaps, it just wasn't meant to be!"
After settling his emotions, Tang Xiaoyu began to worry again about the upcoming war. Based on the information from Zhuzi, the situation was very unfavorable for Qin Country.
He feared that by the time his troops arrived, the front had already been defeated and begun to retreat, which would be a devastating blow to his side.
Tang Xiaoyu didn't believe that just his 30,000 troops could hold off the enemy's army of over a million.
With these worries in his heart, Tang Xiaoyu went back to his tent and fell into a deep sleep.
After five days, the martial arts competition of the exchange conference had reached the final round.
The two finalists were Chu Yanran of Sky Demon Sect and Ye Xuan of Qingyun Sword Sect, which was no surprise to anyone.
Other than conceding to Duan Fei in one match, Chu Yanran had absolutely crushed her opponents in the other seven matches.
Ye Xuan was the opposite. He had skipped two matches, and conceded directly in the other six matches.
This left Ye Xuan very depressed. He had wanted to test his abilities and show off a bit, but his opponents didn't even give him the chance.
Ye Xuan calmly walked onto the stage. Chu Yanran looked at him with a smile.
Ye Xuan had a bad premonition, and sure enough, Chu Yanran lightly said, "I concede."
Lin Qingying didn't feel surprised at all. She stretched lazily, "The fighting is finally over, we can start the secret realm training now."
Li Qingfeng's face was very ugly. He raged internally: [What do you mean by this? Are you implying our Qingyun Sword Sect disciples got first place because you let us have it? Ye Xuan has true abilities! ]
The Great Elder of Qingyun Sword Sect transmitted his voice, "Lord, you still don't know about the recent rumors! When you hear it, you'll understand the reason."
"What rumors?"
"Ask around and you'll know."
The first place winner Ye Xuan stood on the stage, feeling very awkward. Because when the judge announced his victory, the people below all went "Pfft" and left entirely, ignoring him except for Sima Ruxue and her group.
Recently Sima Ruxue had been very hurt. The most doting senior sister and senior brother had been intentionally keeping their distance from her, no longer spoiling her like before.
What angered her most was Wang Ziyan. Every time they met, Wang Ziyan would use her hands to gesture at the space above their heads.
"Where did you eat all that food? Oh! It all went to your chest."
"Ruxue, it's dangerous for a petite girl like you to be carrying those two heavy lumps, they'll start sagging!"
"Keep at it, you still have a chance to grow taller, don't give up!"
Saying so, she would put her own hands on her chest, "While mine are perfectly round and perky, just right, doesn't affect walking at all."
"Haha, bye bye."
Whenever she thought of this, Sima Ruxue hated it intensely, hating how short she was, how large her chest had grown, didn't they know it really impacted walking?
What crap that men like big ones, why should I care what men like, I just want to be comfortable.
Sima Ruxue looked at Wang Ziyan chatting and laughing with those around her, feeling extremely envious. Then looking at the man beside her, Sima Ruxue felt a sense of emptiness.
[What did I see in him? He can't give company, can't give time, even love needs to be divided among several women.]
[Could it be I was after the help he could give my cultivation? Haha, carefully calculating, I've helped him more!]
Having realized this point, Sima Ruxue expressionlessly said, "Big Brother Xuan, recently I'll be in closed door cultivation, so won't come find you."
Ye Xuan didn't think too much about it, only giving her some words of caution.
After Sima Ruxue left, she directly went to find Wang Ziyan.
Wang Ziyan was just telling Wu Hao about what happened today: "Did you see Ye Xuan's expression just now? It cracked me up."
"Everyone saw it. Isn't he supposed to be amazing? Everyone refused to fight him, so what if he got first place, he still got humiliated in the end."
"Haha, daring to fight my Brother Tang, we'll fix him good."
"We're not directly confronting him, just isolating him, ignoring him, let's see what he can do about it?"
Wu Hao was confused: "Senior Sister Wang is right, but who is Brother Tang?"
"It's the host Xiaoyu, our sect lord's little brother!"
"Damn, the little brother of our sect lord?!" Quick tell me exactly what happened."
Wang Ziyan recounted what happened that day: "That's what happened, I just exaggerated it a little when spreading it."
Wu Hao: "That was just exaggerating a little? That was exaggerating it to the extreme."
"What do you know? If you really understood Ye Xuan's character, you would think I was being factual."
"Aren't you worried Ye Xuan will use methods to force you to tell the truth?"
Wang Ziyan disdainfully said: "If he had a way to make me tell the truth, it would be even worse for him. Besides, I already influenced people's perspective ahead of time, who would believe him? People would only think I was forced."
"When people see someone using unsavory methods, do you think they would believe he is a good person? So what we are doing now is letting people see Ye Xuan's true nature. Not only are we not petty villains, we are the ones upholding justice."
Wu Hao nodded: "What you say seems to make a little sense."
Wang Ziyan sneered: "Pfft, you don't even believe it yourself, how do you expect others to believe it?"
Just then, Sima Ruxue's figure appeared in front of the two.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
