Hong Feiheng raised his eyebrows, his irritable mood turning into curiosity, and he was in no hurry to leave.
Human nature is essentially gossip-loving, especially when it comes to gossip around acquaintances - it's even more enticing.
He waited leisurely for Qi Yuan's reaction.
Qi Yuan's expression was unchanged. This would not be difficult to resolve.
However, he never liked to suffer losses. Some things had to be explained clearly.
"To clarify, I haven't met her before today."
"So it's impossible for me to like her."
The punk who had been unsuccessfully pursuing his dream girl all this time gritted his teeth. "Bastard, are you saying..."
But when he heard Qi Yuan's next words, he reluctantly closed his mouth.
"It's not that she's not good enough, it's just that one of my criteria for choosing a spouse is that she should not lose out to me in looks."
In the end, Qi Yuan still left some face for the unfortunate Fujiwara Aka.
To have her secret affection exposed so publicly was truly too embarrassing.
Especially since Fujiwara Aka seemed to be quite a celebrity - her misery was compounded.
This punk had no shame and no consideration for others' need to save face.
"Is this requirement of mine unreasonable?"
The dutiful interpreter's brain turned to mush, operating on pure instinct alone.
His soul nearly drifted out of his mouth.
Without the interpreter's embellishments, Qi Yuan's meaning was conveyed bluntly to those around him.
The onlooking crowd fell silent.
They had previously felt that this guy was a little unappreciative.
He didn't choose the Priestess - who else could he be hoping to choose?!
But when questioned by him, they sank into contemplation.
Was it unreasonable...?
In principle it shouldn't be, but they somehow felt that with his standards, he might never find a wife in future.
They couldn't imagine anyone who could stand by his side without losing out.
In that case, it made sense that the Priestess didn't gain his affection.
Some shook their heads, unwilling to admit the goddess's inferiority, trying instead to make up for it in other areas.
"That's not it. Although the Priestess may not be as good-looking, she is very gentle and powerful."
"That's right. Looks are not important. The Priestess is very strong."
"As long as you can barely stand to look at each other when spending your days together, it's fine. The Priestess has a gentle personality - she's like the quintessential Yamato Nadeshiko."
Do you guys even hear what you're saying?!
Such a pretty young lady was being talked about by them as if she was unbearable to behold. Qi Yuan felt extremely out of place.
The punk was also shocked speechless by Qi Yuan's words. He turned into the Master of Geese, madly going "Uh uh uh."
After stammering for a long time, he still couldn't find any counterarguments, and finally scratched his head in frustration.
"Are your requirements not excessive? Then do I still have a chance?"
Qi Yuan nodded, outwardly affirming his words, while thinking to himself that this silly punk had zero chance.
After letting her lose so much face, it would be impressive if she didn't actively avoid you.
Overjoyed, the punk threw a few punches in the air and bowed solemnly.
"I still want to duel with you. I can feel that you are very strong!"
"Please allow me to witness just how strong one needs to be to gain Miss Fujiwara's favor."
The delinquent king recalled in his mind the words Fujiwara Aka had said to him before.
"What kind of man do I like... Well, a gentle man who can give a sense of security. As for me, looks and family background are not important!"
The delinquent king was extremely confident that he could best Qi Yuan in gentleness.
The only area he had yet to grasp was that of capability.
Having completely heard the inner voice of the delinquent king's mind, Qi Yuan didn't even know what to say.
Brother, she was definitely lying to you about that.
If that were truly the case, you wouldn't be standing here causing me trouble right now.
You have to know, he's only met Fujiwara Aka once in total.
Whether she had an ulterior motive or just liked his looks, in any case it definitely had nothing to do with gentleness or ability.
"I refuse," Qi Yuan rejected bluntly without the slightest hesitation.
He would have to be an idiot to agree to a comparison involving disproportionate risks and rewards.
His current true strength was S-rank; this punk with the airplane-shaped head was the same.
Just now when his goddess was snatched away, the punk didn't even give off any killing intent, let alone agree to just sparring.
On the off chance that something went wrong by accident, all his previous effort would have gone to waste.
Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance of an accident, there was no need for him to take the risk.
The potential gains were far too low.
"Why?"
The delinquent king probed to the root of the issue. He looked steadily at Qi Yuan, trying to convey his determination.
As a result, he was met directly with a pair of cold, golden eyes.
Killing intent!
Such strong killing intent!
However...
As the number two delinquent king, he was no pushover either. Sakurajima's strength should not be underestimated!
Behold my might! Allow me to witness your capability!
The endless hell opened up, with hordes of evil ghosts crawling up from beneath the ground. The surrounding earth was enveloped by a paranormal domain.
Volcanoes erupted and magma flowed in the deep ravines.
The skies darkened, thunder roared deafeningly, lightning crackled down in strips...
The skies and earth were entirely enveloped by the domain, endless slaughter brewing within.
This was a fully formed paranormal domain. This guy was an SS-rank paranormal!
Too...too powerful!
At this moment, the punk experienced unprecedented pressure.
His body was torn apart by the ghosts, melted by the magma, pierced through by the lightning bolts.
It was as if he died and revived endlessly within the endless slaughter, repeating this process.
Powerless!
There was absolutely no way to resist such might!
Miss Fujiwara, will I ever gain your favor in this lifetime?
No...
Fantasizing is a sickness that needs treatment!
Even if you subconsciously know that pursuing the goddess is hopeless, there's no need to fantasize about being chopped into pieces right...
Qi Yuan looked at the punk who had lost himself arguing vehemently with the air.
He was just about to say something but swallowed it back down, heaving a deep sigh.
He hadn't even done anything yet.
He only wanted to add some special effects to facilitate bluffing and subduing his opponent.
This punk with the airplane head must have been possessed by some spirit, creating his own imagination out of nothing.
If his opponent had been a monster, Qi Yuan could have harvested a bunch of paranormal domains.
He knew the truth of the situation, but those around them did not.
All they saw was Qi Yuan closing then opening his eyes again, his eye color changing instantly.
Then the delinquent king became utterly frozen in place, unable to return to his senses for a long time.
Given the circumstances, what other explanation could there be? It must have been the work of that man with the golden eyes.
Tsk tsk!
A rare illusion-type paranormal!
Despicable Dragon!
On the surface he rejected, but sinisterly attacked in secret...
If it had been a fair fight, the delinquent king would definitely not have lost!
But they didn't dare to make any noise. With the delinquent king under control, yelling carelessly would only result in their own deaths.
The Priest, who had been watching developments here all along, narrowed his eyes slightly. His previously genial face gradually became serious.
This youngster was very strong!
He couldn't detect when the youngster had made his move at all. There had been absolutely no paranormal energy fluctuations.
The Nine Dark Seats of Dragon Kingdom...
If all of them were of this caliber...
The Priest looked over Hong Feiheng with probing eyes.
This red-haired man had been acting alone with the golden-eyed man this whole time...
Hong Feiheng, also shocked, looked towards Qi Yuan.
As far as he knew, Qi Yuan was a light-type paranormal. How did he suddenly turn into an illusion-type?
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
