At the moment of awakening, Zhang San realized that it was already evening.
The aroma of the meal prepared by Wang Xiaoer wafted from the dining hall.
Coming back from a nightmare, Zhang San forced a difficult smile and said, "Revenge seems so distant from me."
But first, let's have a meal.
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Five days later, as the end of the month approached, the sky was clear and the air was crisp.
Xiu Wangchou, upon waking up in the morning, used some ingredients from the noodle shop to make some noodles.
Despite their mediocre taste, Xiu Wangchou, who had only two coins left, was already content.
He washed up, polished his sword, and carried it on his back.
Inside the noodle shop, Xiu Wangchou faced north and kowtowed three times.
"Father, mother, master... Xiu Wangchou won't let you down."
Xiu Wangchou's gaze was as sharp as lightning!
With the help of Zhang San's medicine and his own cultivation at the first stage of the Qi realm, Xiu Wangchou, whose injuries had already healed by ninety percent in just five days, could no longer contain his inner hatred.
Twenty years of arduous cultivation, all for this day.
Xiu Wangchou said each word with emphasis, "Gang Master Lin, this game... should... end..."
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On the other side of the county town, in a calligraphy and painting shop.
"Master, why hasn't there been any news from my mother?"
"Yes." Zhang San nodded solemnly.
Zhang San wasn't interested in the letter from Wang Xiaoer's mother, but it was indeed strange that the letter and the "living expenses" that usually arrived around the middle of the month hadn't come by the end of the month.
Zhang San suggested, "Shall we go to Huang Laotou's place tonight and ask him? I think he should have some connection with your mother."
Wang Xiaoer eagerly nodded, clearly concerned about the letter from his mother, and said, "Okay, let's go in the evening."
Zhang San also nodded solemnly, after all, the weight of one hundred and fifty taels had been pressing on his mind.
Just as the master and disciple were talking, a commotion could be heard outside.
The streets and alleys were actually the places with the fastest flow of information, which was why Zhang San chose to hide in the bustling market.
Due to recent events in the small county town, the master and disciple walked to the window to listen out of curiosity.
It turned out that people on the street were talking about the newly appointed county magistrate who was planning to inspect several small villages in Xiaoyun County. It wasn't really a big deal, after all, it was within the jurisdiction of the county magistrate.
However, this new county magistrate seemed extravagant. For a simple inspection, he had gathered all the experts from the martial arts schools in the nearby towns and villages, using them as temporary guards. At this moment, they were already lining up in front of the government office in a grand manner.
Wang Xiaoer said to Zhang San when they returned to the room, "Master, it seems like this county magistrate wants to flee."
Zhang San closed the window and sneered, "Getting a few martial arts experts? Even if they're at the Human Realm, they're no match for Xiu Wangchou's cultivation at the Qi Realm."
Wang Xiaoer nodded thoughtfully and asked, "But if their martial arts are useless, why did the county magistrate look for them? And why did he make such a big fuss about the inspection? Making the entire county aware of it?"
Zhang San replied with a question, "Don't you understand?"
Wang Xiaoer pondered for a moment and said, "Hmm... I understand! You mean we should lure the tiger out of the mountain."
Zhang San sighed and said, "I always say that the martial world is so cliché. Indeed, even running away seems to have no future."
However, Wang Xiaoer scratched his head and questioned, "But Master, I feel like something is wrong."
Zhang San replied, "What could be wrong? The Wang family is dead, and the people in the Poison Valley are temporarily out of our control. The Prefecture doesn't send anyone, so if we don't run, we'll be waiting for death."
After thinking for a moment, Wang Xiaoer said, "It seems you're right."
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At noon, a group of fifty to sixty people, along with an official sedan chair, left the yamen with drums and gongs. There were many onlookers, mostly good-hearted folks.
There were also many murmurs among the crowd, questioning whether the county magistrate had a problem with his brain. So many people died at the yamen a few days ago, and he didn't investigate properly. What was the point of conducting an inspection?
Of course, such words were not spoken aloud.
At a teahouse next to the yamen, Zhang San and Wang Xiaoer came in extravagantly to have tea.
After taking only a few sips, Zhang San cursed, "Xiaoer, do you have the nerve to charge me three wen for this tea? There's something wrong with this water!"
Surprisingly, Xiaoer's attitude was extremely arrogant. He retorted, "If you like it, drink it. If you don't, leave. What's wrong with the water? Our well is connected to the yamen next door. Maybe the officials there put something in the water. Why don't you go and ask them?"
Such service attitude these days?!
Unfortunately, as the current role was that of a fair-skinned, weak, and poor scholar, Zhang San had to endure it.
On the opposite side of the tea table, Wang Xiaoer had no interest in this "tea." After Xiaoer left, he leaned forward and whispered, "Master, have you noticed anything wrong?"
After all, the unpleasant taste was bought with money. After drinking a sip of tea, Zhang San said to Wang Xiaoer, "That county magistrate is definitely not in the sedan chair. Ah... I thought he might be playing some tactics, like going against expectations, but it turns out to be disappointing."
Wang Xiaoer asked again, "Master, how did you figure it out? So where do you think the county magistrate is now?"
Zhang San shrugged and said, "How did I figure it out? You'll understand when you accompany me on missions. As for where he is now, you'll have to ask Xiu Wangchou, but it's none of our business. We're just passing through. It's getting late, so let's go to Huang Lao's place and wait. That person is never punctual."
My one hundred fifty taels of silver are probably on the way! Zhang San silently thought to himself.
However, Wang Xiaoer still expressed his concerns, "Um, but I'm still worried, Master. I have a feeling that something is off, but I can't put my finger on it."
These days, Wang Xiaoer had repeated this statement several times. He always felt that something was strange about the situation, but he couldn't articulate why.
With a stern gaze, Zhang San muttered, "What are you worried about, you brat? Are you worried about my medical skills? Or are you worried that your second-stage martial arts won't be invincible in this small county town?"
After hearing this, Wang Xiaoer could only agree.
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In the evening, as the sky darkened, the people on the street slowly packed up their stalls and went home, and the streets gradually became deserted.
Suddenly!
A hurried black figure dashed out from the county office, swiftly leaping onto the roof under the dusk's cover, and quickly moved towards the outskirts of the county office.
In the distance outside the county office, atop a large tree, a white-clad swordsman had been waiting for quite some time.
The white-clad swordsman smirked coldly, muttering to himself, "Gang Master Lin, trying to escape? I'm afraid you're a little late!"
At the same time, in a secluded courtyard to the south of the county.
An elderly man in yellow robes pushed open the courtyard gate and, to his surprise, saw Zhang San. However, he didn't expect Wang Xiaoer to be there as well.
"Grandpa Huang!" Wang Xiaoer exclaimed excitedly and ran over.
Grandpa Huang didn't anticipate seeing Wang Xiaoer and was momentarily taken aback. But as someone who had wandered the martial world for many years, he quickly composed himself and smiled, saying, "Ah, Xiaoer! Come, let me have a look at you. Oh, my, have you lost weight? Is your master not feeding you enough?"
Wang Xiaoer didn't pay attention to Grandpa Huang this time and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Huang, what about my mother's letter? It's already the end of the month, and it hasn't arrived yet!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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!"
