When Xiao Wu saw Brother Wu's fist, he swallowed his saliva and said with an ingratiating smile, "Brother, please put away your fist that is as big as a sandbag. Can't I speak?"
"Speak quickly."
"I often run into them at the Orchid House and often drink and dance with them."
When Wu Yong thought of those burly guys dancing, he got goosebumps all over his body.
"A bunch of hypocrites, I thought you were more decent!"
He looked at Xiao Wu again: "You are all the same kind of goods."
Xiao Wu lowered his head and dared not speak.
Wu Yong scolded enough, didn't even look at him, turned around and left.
Tang Xiaoyu, sitting by an unoccupied campfire, opened the paper crane and read Lin Qingying's reply.
After reading it, his face turned black and he cursed, "Despicable and shameless, still saying that you don't like to force others, what do you call this?"
Then he looked up to the sky with a long roar: "I, a seven-foot man, am actually threatened by a woman. This is simply a strange shame and great insult."
He knelt directly on the ground: "Unjust heaven!"
Hearing Tang Xiaoyu's howl, many people walked out of the tents to see what was going on. Seeing that it was Tang Xiaoyu, everyone shook their heads and turned back.
No matter how bitter and difficult, life must go on. Tang Xiaoyu got up and started writing back.
"Dear Third Sister,
I was overjoyed to receive your letter."
As he wrote, Tang Xiaoyu shed tears of humiliation, no, they should be tears of happiness.
In this reply letter, the form of address has become "dear", not only expressing love, but also expressing longing.
Anyway, Tang Xiaoyu wrote whatever love letter he could make up. He didn't dare not make it up, for fear of being beaten to death by Lin Qingying or having someone sent by her to beat him to death.
After shedding tears while writing this letter of more than six hundred words, Tang Xiaoyu was reluctant to throw the paper crane into the air.
"Ah! Retribution!"
Lin Qingying received Tang Xiaoyu's reply letter with great joy in her heart. She even hugged the letter in her arms and showed a shy look on her face.
"This bastard Xiaoyu, why write something so mushy? Making people feel so embarrassed."
If there was someone around who knew her, they would definitely scold: Are you still shy? If you were shy, you wouldn't have been single until now. If you were shy, how could you brazenly reach out your claws to an ordinary person?
Lin Qingying read the letter carefully several times again. Every time she read it, she would cover her shy face, not knowing what unhealthy picture came to her mind.
Another dozen days passed in the blink of an eye. During these dozens of days, apart from singing for everyone, Tang Xiaoyu was replying letters to Lin Qingying.
After confirming their relationship, Tang Xiaoyu also resigned himself to his fate and wrote about his longing every day, as well as what happened to him every day.
Lin Qingying expressed many times that she wanted to come over to pick him up or come over to protect him, but they were all rejected by Tang Xiaoyu on the grounds that this was his own life.
It was not that Tang Xiaoyu was so noble, but that Tang Xiaoyu was afraid that Lin Qingying would take on too much karma which would be very detrimental to her future ascension.
That's because we Chinese men are so responsible!
Okay! Actually male chauvinism was also at work.
As the army approached the front line, Tang Xiaoyu became more and more uneasy in his heart.
Within more than a hundred miles of the gathering city, what Tang Xiaoyu was worried about happened.
Scouts reported: The gathering city had been broken through, and the retreating soldiers were rushing towards them, only a dozen miles away from them.
The urgent horn sounded, and everyone began to put on armor and form formations.
Tang Xiaoyu quickly took off his armor from the carriage and helped each other with Xiao Wu and the others to put it on.
Since they were in the frontmost position, they were also in the front during the formation.
Tang Xiaoyu knew the power of defeated troops from novels.
He hurriedly found Wu Yong and said, "Captain, there must be a passage left in the formation for the defeated troops to pass through, otherwise before we are overrun by the enemy, these defeated troops will overwhelm us."
"I dare to guarantee that the main force of the enemy army is following closely behind these defeated troops. They will arrive soon too."
Wu Yong didn't think so much: "I'll go tell the general right away."
Tang Xiaoyu called him back: “Also, send out a large number of scouts immediately to spread the message to the defeated troops along the way and let them run towards us.”
“After running behind our formations, they are not allowed to flee anymore. Anyone who flees again will be killed.”
“Give them weapons and let them continue to join the fight. Tell them that the retreat has already been blocked by the enemy cavalry, and if they want to survive, they can only defeat the enemy in front first, then deal with the enemy behind.”
Wu Yong asked in puzzlement: "If they ask: Why don't we fight the cavalry behind first, what should I say?"
"Can you catch up with the cavalry? Or can you escape faster than the cavalry?"
"I see."
Then Wu Yong took Tang Xiaoyu’s words to the general.
The general nodded, "It is unrealistic for us three hundred thousand people to block the enemy army. We must rely on the retreating troops and the relief troops behind."
"What we’re doing now is buying time. The longer we drag it out, the more advantageous for us."
"Er Heizi, your thousand-man team is responsible for the retreating soldiers."
"Yes."
The other thousand-man teams lined up on the two small hills in front a few miles away, leaving room for the retreating soldiers to pass through.
"Yes."
"Send out all your scouts to spread the message. Remember, don't get too close to those soldiers, in case their horses get snatched away."
"Understood."
"Go on!"
The army moved quickly. Tang Xiaoyu and the others' thousand-man team quickly came to the hillside and began to form up.
Looking at the distant billowing dust, Tang Xiaoyu suddenly became nervous.
As the remaining thousand-man teams formed up, Tang Xiaoyu finally relaxed slowly in his heart.
Not for anything else, it was just because when Tang Xiaoyu looked left and right, he felt there were many people on his side.
This is the limitation of human vision. When you stand in a crowd, as long as there are people around you, you will feel it is a sea of people.
When you look from a little further away or from the air, you will have a different feeling.
Tang Xiaoyu now was that person standing in the crowd. He now felt they could handle it.
As bundles of arrows were carried to the hillside, the army was ready for battle.
As the dust in the distance got closer and closer, Tang Xiaoyu saw the situation in the distance clearly.
Countless defeated troops pressed towards them like locusts. Why not ran but pressed over?
That’s because the number of defeated troops was really too large to see the end, black and oppressive.
Tang Xiaoyu finally knew the feeling of dark clouds pressing on a city close to collapsing.
As the defeated troops got closer, hundreds of cavalrymen separated from the main force and directly entered Tang Xiaoyu and their rear after arrival.
The hundreds of people dismounted immediately after arriving behind and walked towards the general.
Seeing the arrivals, the general immediately went up to greet them.
"Greetings to the Great General and Generals."
A general in his sixties quickly helped him up.
"You came right in time. I need you to block the pursuers behind for an hour."
"Please rest assured Great General. This subordinate will desperately block the enemy for an hour even at the cost of my life."
"Good. When I have rallied the troops, I will live and die with you."
The aura of dominance returned in the Great General: "Generals, listen up!"
"Subordinate is here!"

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?"

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?!

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.”

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.