【Conquering the Gods】Episodes 1-3 Author: Amaterasu Lucky

【Conquering the Gods】

Author: Tianzhao Lucky
Publisher: Novel Channel

Character Introduction:

◇ Lei Zheng: Male protagonist, 1.72 meters tall, decent-looking, unable to possess true qi for some reason, always wears a black glove on his left hand, a first-year student in the History Department of Huawu Martial Arts School. ◇

Yang Xiaoya: 1.66 meters tall, short hair, feisty personality, one of the six beauties of Huawu Martial Arts School, nicknamed "Little Chili Pepper". A first-year student in the Martial Arts Department of Huawu Martial Arts School.

◇ Xu Shan: 1.62 meters tall, long hair, gentle and kind, one of the six beauties of Huawu Martial Arts School, nicknamed "Angel". A first-year all-rounder in the Law Department of the Literature Department of Huawu Martial Arts School, and a first-year elective student in the Shooting Department of the Martial Arts Department.

◇ Asano Reimi: 1.67 meters tall, the protagonist's gang

introduction:

◇ Asian Republican Alliance: In the early 23rd century, in order to deal with the American Imperial Alliance, Asian countries gradually merged and became the third largest power in the world by the mid-24th century.

◇ Imperial Union of the Americas: After World War III, in the mid-22nd century, the United States and Mexico merged to become the world's leading power.

◇ European Allies: More than thirty years after the establishment of Imperial Union, Britain, France, Germany, and other European countries also merged to become the second largest power.

◇ Australia: A permanently neutral country, receiving support from the three major powers, a truly technologically advanced nation.

◇ Africa: An extension of the Cold War among the three major powers, a chaotic world

. ◇ Hope Limited: Rising at the end of World War III, a joint-stock limited company founded by an American and a Chinese. After the establishment of Imperial Union of the Americas, it expanded rapidly, quickly defeating other competitors and becoming a leader in dozens of industries. The current president is known as the "Underground Ruler of the World."

◇ Hope Island: A large island for habitation, also known as a semi-fortress, jointly developed by Hope Limited and the Asian Republican Alliance in the early 25th century, drifting in the South China Sea.

◇ Virtual Combat: An online game developed by Hope Software Company, a subsidiary of Hope Limited. After much refinement, it has become another way of life for many people.

Complete Information:

Domain Name / Ability / Owner / Identity

◇ 1. "Guiding Eyes of True Hope" - eyesforhope

guides the power of the "present," able to see through the trajectory of interference, what is being done, what will happen afterward, and the result, and then guides oneself towards the best outcome. Without severe limitations, it is almost an invincible ability.

Limitation: Will cause temporary blindness after use, the duration of which is proportional to the degree of power used. Rarity

: S+

◇ 2. "The Dream of Guarding Destiny" - thedreamoffate

guards the power of the "past," able to see the development of destiny, and read one's own future diary in dreams. Basically, the range that can be viewed is infinite, but the conditions for use are strict, and it can only be seen in dreams.

Usage time: In dreams

Rarity: S+

◇ 3. "Angelsound of the Judgement of the Future" - angersound

guides the power of the "future," able to predict the final result, and words spoken unintentionally will become inevitable truth.

In short, among the three prophetic abilities, Dream Records document the development of fate before it changes, Angelic Voices speak the final, absolute truth, and Hopeful Eyes reveal the method of change.

Rarity: E

Danger Level: S+ (An unchangeable future is the most terrifying curse)

◇ 4. "Loneliness is the only eternal" -

One of the three strongest domains, in a sense, it is the king of all domains, but the price is also the most perverse. It can control any "same" thing within a half-kilometer radius, time, space, mind, and even other people's domains. Basically, under guard, it is absolutely invincible because it can control everything. However... the price is equally enormous...

Price: Bringing misfortune to the people, things, and objects it loves most... The stronger the power used, the faster it will lose its beloved.

Book Synopsis:
Heaven and earth are just a chessboard, everyone is a chess piece, but also a player, and this entire chessboard is a cage created by the strong for the weak; and fate is the strong mocking the weak. Fate is merely a game played by God… Effort, friendship, and struggle are nothing more than the struggles of ants under absolute power. So-called miracles are nothing more than a farce written on a whim by God. The will of Heaven is, in fact, the will of man, which is also the will of God! If only the strongest have the power to decide everything, then the will of God is the will of Heaven. Therefore, the destiny of Heaven can be reversed, and the way of Heaven can be abandoned!

Synopsis:
In 1992, 666 years after World War III, Earth has re-entered the martial arts era. Under the rule of three major powers, academies gathering elite youths have become important organizations.
Lei Zheng, lacking any special powers, enters Huawu, one of the three major academies, based on his liberal arts scores. On his first day, he encounters a former enemy. How will he cope with this formidable opponent?
Later, he meets a comedic brother-sister duo, thus revealing his astonishing identity in the virtual world.
Lei Zheng's gentleness wins the favor of angels but attracts the jealousy of his adversaries. While Xiao Ya, whom he admires, is nearly humiliated, the mysterious power of the domain finally reveals its infinite wonders. With the arrival of the terrifying older sister, Asano Reimi, it seems destined that Lei Zheng will never have a peaceful academy life.

Chapter 1 ◆ A Chance Encounter

September 1st, 2992 AD.

Starting school on September 1st has been a tradition passed down for thousands of years in Asian schools, and today is indeed the first day of school.

Looking at the gate that is 15 meters wide and more than 8 meters high in front of me, feeling the solemn and majestic atmosphere, I couldn't help but exclaim, "As expected of the first academy of the Asian Republican Alliance, 'Hua Wu,' it's worth my six years of hard study and all the hardships to get in."

With an almost pilgrimage-like feeling, I stood in front of the gate in the center, with four large characters written on each of the two gateposts: "Establish the nation with martial arts, nurture China."

Martial arts... I couldn't help but look at the sky. Many people were flying around on true qi skateboards. Although a true qi skateboard now costs about 20 to 100 federal coins, for someone like me who doesn't have true qi, buying one would just be a waste.

Just as I was about to walk through the school gate to register, a dark figure suddenly veered from the corner of the sky and rushed straight towards me at high speed. It almost hit me before coming to a stop with a whoosh. Seeing this familiar landing, I knew it was a former classmate I disliked—Wu Jun.

"Lei Zheng, why are you staring blankly at the new school? Are you worried that you, a good-for-nothing, will disgrace the internationally renowned martial arts department of Huawu Academy? Haha! Don't worry! Anyway, back in Jianzhong, you were a famous perennial member of the history club, so just continue in the history department."

Feigning concern, Wu Jun used my old nickname from school at the bustling gate.

I'd learned not to get angry at such boring people. I shrugged, smiled, and walked towards the gate without paying him any attention.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jun's expression changed, and he jumped off his skateboard, blocking my way. He said menacingly, "Useless wretch, didn't you hear me talking to you?"

I frowned, my dissatisfaction with this annoying guy exploding. I couldn't help but retort sarcastically, "The dogs around here are barking too loudly."

Then, ignoring him, I walked aside, intending to walk past him into the school. Having been classmates for three years, I knew him intimately. Being extremely proud, he would never attack someone like me who couldn't fight in public; that would only embarrass him, who prided himself on having the highest martial arts skills in the class.

Wu Jun glared at me resentfully from behind, but I had already entered the ancient gate.

Entering the academy gate, there was an eighty-eight-story reception building. On the wall were twelve large characters written by Lou Botao, the founder of Huawu and the first generation of the top ten martial artists: "Teachers, do not forget your responsibilities; students, do not forget your duties." These were meant to remind teachers and students not to forget their responsibilities.

Despite centuries of wind and rain, the twelve golden characters still stand tall, their shapes as if carved by an axe, their depth consistent, revealing the writer's bold and unrestrained spirit and profound martial arts foundation.

"Hmm? What are you doing here?" A man suddenly approached, patted my shoulder, and asked gruffly. He was a middle-aged man in a light green suit, with short hair, looking quite energetic. Most intimidating was the stick he was holding; he seemed to be a school security guard or something.

"I... I'm a student here to register." After a moment's hesitation, I slowly revealed my identity. It's best not to offend a security guard; otherwise, it'll be difficult to sneak out of school later.

"A student reporting for duty?" The guard looked at me suspiciously, then waved his stick a few times in front of me. After glancing at the stick, he immediately looked at me sideways, his face full of disdain, and said, "Are you kidding me? You, without a trace of true qi, are you a student of Huawu?"

Seeing his condescending attitude, I didn't even bother to get angry. Instead, I imitated him and arrogantly retorted, "Who says you can't enter Huawu without true qi?"

Unexpectedly, a voice behind me said the same thing.

Then, a guy chewing gum, hands in his jeans pockets, with multicolored hair, lazily walked up, glanced at the guard, and said with dissatisfaction, "I got in based on my liberal arts scores, is that not allowed?"

Yang Qi, a first-year student in the Department of Literature and majoring in psychology at Huawu Academy, entered my life just like that.

The guard seemed very angry, but after he waved his stick in front of Yang Qi, his face turned even uglier. He immediately left without saying a word.

A chill ran down my spine, and I began to pay attention to this seemingly unremarkable person. I knew that the baton the guard was carrying was a tool that had only been on the market for a few years—a device that could detect a person's energy level, or true qi content. If this person could make the guard suffer a loss without daring to utter a sound, then their true qi must be astonishing.

"Hey! Freshman? What department are you in? My name is Yang Qi. I know Huawu very well. Shall we go register together?" Glancing at the guard's retreating figure, Yang Qi beckoned me inside, his attitude as if he were greeting a guest at his own doorstep.

"I...maybe the history department!" After thinking for a moment, I realized with distress that, apart from history, all other subjects were too boring for me. My physical defect also prevented me from learning martial arts. Perhaps I really would end up studying history, just like Wu Jun had said.

"Where are you from? First time on Hope Island?" Yang Qi glanced at my clothes as he walked. "You really don't know martial arts? Why are your clothes so ordinary?"

"Taipei Jianzhong High School. This is my second time on Hope Island." Although Yang Qi sounded a bit like a boss, perhaps because he and I had just mocked the guard together, I actually found him quite approachable, not as scary as he seemed.

"Taipei Jianzhong High School? A prestigious school! It has a history of several hundred years. So you really are a top student. I admire you." Yang Qi scratched his head and chuckled foolishly.

Watching his actions, I began to wonder why he dyed his hair.

"Ozone! Come here, here!"

A clear voice woke up Yang Qi, who had been lost in thought, and me, who was looking down. I looked up and my eyes lit up. It was a stunning short-haired beauty wearing a black tight-fitting low-cut short-sleeved shirt and silk trousers, revealing her round, snow-white shoulders.

The girl had big eyes, a sweet smile, fair skin, and soft black hair with a touch of light gold. She had a curvaceous figure. I'd call myself a lecherous person; I always like to stare at beautiful girls, especially their figures, and I wouldn't look away even if lightning struck me.

"Hey! What are you looking at?" Unexpectedly, Yang Qi, who had been so easygoing just moments before, suddenly changed his expression and shoved me hard.

I immediately turned around and glared at him, thinking, "It's not like I'm looking at your wife, why are you so nervous?" I said with displeasure, "Your girl?"

"Whose do you think she is? My personal one," Yang Qi said proudly, emphasizing the "personal one," his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear.

"Go to hell!" The girl, standing a dozen meters away, seemed to have heard Yang Qi's words. She suddenly yelled, and then a dark shadow flashed before my eyes. The girl appeared in front of me, her beautiful long legs suspended in mid-air, her terrifying platform shoes mercilessly imprinted on Yang Qi's left cheek.

Terrifying agility, and terrifying behavior. I quietly took a few steps back, subconsciously touching my face, afraid that I would be the beauty's next target. But I also wondered why she wasn't wearing a short skirt. Otherwise, I could see the endless view under her skirt; that would be so exciting.

"Hey, little duck, can't you be a little more refined?" Yang Qi said, his face contorted.

The beauty snorted, withdrew her leg, and turned to look me up and down. I suddenly felt a chill run down my back, and my whole body felt uneasy.

"He doesn't know martial arts, don't mess around." Yang Qi grabbed the beautiful woman's hand and pulled her behind him, laughing, "Look at the look on your face, let me introduce you, her name is Yang Xiaoya, my sister."

"Ozone, I'm Xiaoya! Not Xiaoya! You better remember this!" Xiaoya excitedly added another footprint to Yang Qi's butt.

So, I quietly took another step back.

"I'm your brother!" Yang Qi turned around and started arguing with Xiaoya.

I waited for a while and found that their argument was not cooling down, but rather escalating, so I said I was leaving and left. Partly because I was in a hurry to report for duty and then go to rent a house, and partly because many people had gathered around. Some people had tried to help Xiaoya scold Yang Qi, but Xiaoya kicked them several meters away each time.

Everyone then realized how terrifying Xiaoya was and felt sorry for the increasing number of footprints on Yang Qi's body.

But undeniably, a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman; every movement, including arguing and kicking, was so graceful. If I knew martial arts, I might try to woo her, but forget it now. Seeing those tall, strong classmates get kicked away by her, I don't want to be buried alive too soon.

After saying goodbye to the two, following the detailed signs, I finally found the freshman registration office. Perhaps because I was used to participating in clubs at Jianzhong High School, after the introductions from the teachers of various departments, I found that the history club was the most suitable for me. After all, the discount of being able to borrow books from the largest library on Hope Island at any time was fantastic, which meant I could skip class anytime—it was too ideal.

Finally, I became a freshman in the history department at Huawu High School, and classes officially began four days later.

Next, with my teacher's help, I found a reasonably priced apartment near Huawu. It was supposedly built by architecture students to benefit the students. To be honest, aside from the disproportionate size of the toilet and rooms, the enormous pillars, and the overly abstract balcony design that left me feeling disoriented, there wasn't much else to it.

Most importantly, it only cost thirty federal dollars a week, which was perfect for a poor student like me.

Having nothing of value, a roof over my head was enough. That evening, after showering and watching TV for a while, I lay in bed, tossing my computer aside, and stared blankly at my gloved left hand. I vaguely remembered my father giving me this glove; I'd been wearing it for over ten years, and sometimes I'd even forgotten it existed.

Speaking of which, I met a girl named Xiaoya today. She was really quite nice, with a captivating figure, but her personality was a bit...unpleasant, and her martial arts skills seemed quite impressive, which made me a little scared.

"Fine, I'll go to sleep early. I'll travel around tomorrow. This is the first time I've ever left Taipei, and the place I'm going is Hope Island, known as the most technologically advanced island in Asia. It would be a shame not to explore it. "

Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone suddenly rang. I couldn't help but sigh. Seriously, can't I even get a proper rest?

I glanced at the number, reluctantly pressed the answer button, and said with a wry smile, "Hello! What is it?"

"Why aren't you on video? Are you doing something wrong?" The voice on the other end was somewhat pleasant, but basically very urgent.

I remained silent. This rich girl really doesn't know the hardships of us poor people.

"Why aren't you talking, Lei Zheng!"

"Okay, okay, I'm listening." I held the phone away from my ear; the other person's roaring voice was terrifying.

"Is your living expenses not enough? I'll transfer 10,000 to your account later, that should be enough for a month." "

Basically, I'll work to support myself. Sis, you can keep that money for yourself!" I sighed again. I've been living on my own for several years now, and they still often treat me like a child.

"Mom still loves you very much. Come visit Tokyo sometime." Hearing my address, her tone immediately softened.

Hey! Girls are so strange, with so many inexplicable weaknesses and Achilles' heels. Just changing how you address them often makes them give in.

"Tell Auntie I just started school and don't have time to come over yet."

"Hmph! Fine, I'll come find you."

"No, no! Big sister, I beg you, please!" I was startled. I've experienced the destructive power of this so-called older sister many times since I was little. I prayed that she wouldn't do anything reckless! This precious university life is so precious, please don't ruin it.

"You can't escape now! You're a student at Huawu Academy, right? I've applied to be a fourth-year exchange student there, and I'll be flying over in a few days!" My sister's voice on the other end of the phone sounded very excited, with a hint of smugness.

No way? The Demon King is coming! I'm really doomed this time. Remembering the consequences of my sister's acts of bravery when I was little, I couldn't help but shudder. After a while, I slowly asked, "What department are you in?"
"Martial Arts Department, Combat Department, probably the same as you, right?"

"...Same as you." I knew that after two weeks of school, I couldn't change departments anymore. For the sake of my future happiness, I made up a little lie. But wait, I still need to think of an excuse to skip class when school starts.

"Why does your voice sound so strange?"

"No, nothing! I'm going to sleep. I need to go out to buy groceries tomorrow. I'm hanging up!" A woman's intuition scared me; it was best to end the call as soon as possible.

"I always feel like you're hiding something from me."

"Bye, I'm hanging up." After saying that, I immediately hung up the phone, lay on the bed, and sighed.

The Martial Arts Department's Combat Department... your impression of me is still stuck more than ten years ago! Oh well, let's not dwell on the past. Anyway, I'm a useless person who can't accumulate internal energy. Without internal energy, no matter how powerful my moves are, it's useless.

I glanced at my left glove again and suddenly laughed. Even knowing the problem, to avoid a repeat of what happened back then, I think it's better for me to remain a useless person without martial arts skills. Isn't the point of being a person to have peace of mind?

I don't really crave external things.

Chapter Two ◆ The Divine Sword's Rise and Fall

I started running around the island early in the morning. Coming here alone, there are so many things I need to prepare myself.

Hope Island truly lives up to its reputation as the Republic Alliance's greatest masterpiece over the past few hundred years. A nearly 10,000 square kilometer mobile living fortress at sea, it feels almost no different from being on land. It has the same forests, rivers, inland lakes, skyscrapers, shopping malls, runways, and of course, dedicated fighter jet airports.

I just can't understand the point of building such a huge structure at sea. If it were to encounter an enemy attack, even more people would likely die. A politician's mind is never truly understood.

"Hey! Good morning, classmate!" A voice called out to me as I walked through the park.

The voice was familiar, and I turned around a little nervously, suddenly remembering the beautiful woman who had left so many footprints. A strange, inexplicable hope stirred within me, but the footprints were out of the question.

"Hey! So early?"

The first thing I saw was brightly colored hair, then Yang Qi's signature silly grin. He was talking to me while slowly practicing Tai Chi.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't have connected him to Tai Chi.

But where was the beautiful woman? I looked around and quickly spotted her kicking wildly in front of a public sandbag. She was dressed the same as yesterday. Seeing her fast and tricky kicks, I gave Yang Qi a pitying look.

"Haha! You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it." Yang Qi made a gesture to stop, walked over and put his arm around my neck, saying, "Where are you going so early? Want to practice a few moves?"

It turned out this was a morning exercise spot. Besides the two siblings, there were quite a few other people practicing kung fu. Although true qi is rampant now and there are countless unique martial arts, ancient Chinese martial arts like Tai Chi, Jeet Kune Do, and Sanda are still practiced every day, and many people have become masters because of them.

The most famous among them is "Tai Chi Master" Yang Dong, one of the top ten martial artists of this generation. It is said that he became a world-renowned top ten martial artist by relying on a set of Tai Chi that is both offensive and defensive.

"Oxygen, you're here... why is it you again?" The beautiful woman kicked the sandbag until it was almost broken before coming over to greet me.

However, her words made me feel hurt, as if she really didn't want to see me.

"Little Duck, this is... by the way, what's your name?" Yang Qi suddenly turned around and asked me halfway through his sentence. It turned out that I still hadn't told him my name.

"Lei Zheng," I said.

"He's Lei Zheng," Yang Qi said, grabbing my hand and then his sister's, trying to pull them together.

"Y-hello." I never expected Yang Qi to be so strong; I was completely powerless as he pulled me along, and I guess the beautiful woman was too.

When our hands touched, I couldn't help but show an amazed expression. Soft, tender, and smooth—I really didn't know how such a beautiful woman maintained her hands.

"Brother!" The beautiful woman quickly shook off Yang Qi's and my hands, frowning.

Uh... another injury. I looked down at my hands; there were no obvious scars, and they weren't rough to the touch; they didn't smell bad either. Hey! Even though I'm not handsome, you don't have to be so disgusted, do you?

Just as I was about to angrily raise my head to say something, I noticed that both Yang Qi and the beautiful woman had expressions as if they were suppressing something. I looked at them, a little confused. Then, Yang Qi suddenly squatted down and burst into laughter, slapping the ground

wildly with one hand. To my surprise, each slap produced a heavy sound, like a huge block of iron hitting the ground. The beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes alluring, her face beautiful, her captivating figure swaying—it almost made my nose bleed.

Perhaps noticing my lecherous gaze, or perhaps bothered by the stares of those around them, the beautiful woman instantly returned to her icy demeanor, but after a moment, she immediately smiled again, looking at me and saying, "You're really cute."

Huh? Cute? Me? No way? A grown man being called cute? Before I could even speak, Yang Qi stood up and shoved me, saying in an exaggerated tone, "Good lad, you can make my sister laugh so quickly! Okay! I'll let you use my personal charm." Make

her laugh? When did I become a clown? Yang Qi's words were increasingly disheartening, but undeniably, they also brought me a little joy. Making a beautiful woman laugh is a kind of pleasure, isn't it?

"Slap!" A long, beautiful leg appeared before my eyes, and a red and black footprint appeared on Yang Qi's face.

"You stinky oxygen, you can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth," the beautiful woman said resentfully.

"Let's go play together! Since it's your first time on Hope Island, you need a guide. How about we go have some tea first?" Yang Qi generously put his arm around me, his face almost rubbing against me.

"This..." I remained silent. The cost of tea was much higher than what I could afford at a small restaurant, and I hadn't planned on having breakfast today anyway.

Seeing my expression, Yang Qi generously offered to cover all the expenses for the day.

I usually don't refuse people's kindness because I think it's impolite. So, although I didn't expect Yang Qi to actually cover all the expenses, I agreed in exchange for breakfast and the chance to see some beautiful women.

Before leaving, I noticed a patch of ground that had been smoothed out, the very spot where Yang Qi had clapped his hands earlier, confirming my suspicions. Yang Qi's kung fu was terrifyingly good.

They took me to Taibai Tower for tea. Along the way, I realized how famous Yang Qi was; almost everyone I met called them Aqi or Xiaoya.

During tea, I asked them some questions and learned that their family was in the construction business, having built 40% of the buildings on Hope Island. No wonder they knew the area so well.

I suddenly realized, "So they're the sons of rich people. I might as well eat as much as I can; they probably don't care about the cost anyway."

Perhaps I'm just naturally funny and cute, because the beautiful woman smiled and chatted with me for a few minutes. The meal ended happily for both host and guests.

Afterwards, I intended to buy things myself, but the enthusiastic Yang Qi insisted on dragging me to the amusement park. Plus, the pretty girl said, "Come on, okay?", so I happily skipped along, oblivious to everything else. Halfway there

, seeing Yang Qi's strange smile, I realized I'd fallen for their trap!

Alas! My illustrious reputation, ruined by a mere honey trap! Is it true that even heroes can't resist the charms of a beautiful woman? But isn't it said that heroes are always paired with beauties? If Xiao Ya were a little more refined, it would be perfect.

"Hey Zheng! Stop daydreaming! Look, Xiao Ya's practically bursting with laughter," Yang Qi tapped my head.

It turned out the two siblings were laughing incessantly because of my constantly changing strange expressions. Looking at Xiao Ya's angelic face, I couldn't help but be mesmerized.

"We're here," Yang Qi said.

A virtual fighting game center?

"Wow!" I shouted excitedly, rushing inside first. This is so awesome! Back in Taipei, I loved playing virtual fighting games. With

the arrival of the 30th century, after experiencing war, famine, disease, and other hardships, the human population had dwindled to less than 400 million.

Living at the end of the 30th century, I witnessed the realization of global networking and virtual reality. With these prerequisites, virtual fighting became an unstoppable trend in online gaming. It combined the strengths of popular late 20th-century games like Duke Nukem, Counter-Strike, Quake, Delta Force, King of Fighters, Street Fighter, and Samurai Shodown, integrating them with the latest 30th-century internet technology to fully realize remote virtual combat.

Developed with the slogan "The internet as a second lifeline," virtual fighting became a revolution in the history of gaming, captivating players worldwide in both one-on-one and team battles.

It's a battle that tests both intelligence and physical strength. From pre-battle preparation to reaction and judgment during intense combat, just like in real life, you must be fully focused to unleash your maximum fighting power. In combat, not only precise judgment and sharp reflexes are needed, but also strong physical stamina to withstand the impacts and vibrations provided by virtual reality.

Therefore, virtual fighting has become a favorite among many young people. To add more fun and realism to the game, and to generate more profit, the software company behind the virtual fighting game, Hope Software, continuously releases new upgraded versions to ensure players get the highest level of enjoyment.

In the game, everyone's strength, speed, and defense are initially set proportionally, preventing significant deviations. Only by continuously winning can players use points to acquire stronger moves and internal energy. Anyway, for someone like me who can't learn martial arts in the real world, this game is the best way to vent.

Seeing my crazed face, the young lady handed me a pair of glasses, a little frightened. I immediately and eagerly opened them—ha! I cheered again! It was the Divine Sword and Cloud series, which only appeared on Zhongshan Road in Taipei! No more worries about where to go when skipping class! Divine

Sword and Cloud is the latest version, featuring more continents, new weapons, and many new moves. Most importantly, this version claims to have no computer-generated characters; all characters are played by real people.

"What? You're really good at this?" Xiaoya walked over, her cute little nose slightly wrinkled.

"Of course." Rarely able to be proud in front of a beautiful woman, I patted my chest and held my head high.

"Oh?" Xiaoya looked intrigued, reaching for a pair of glasses. Suddenly, her snow-white hand waved in front of me, and she said with a charming smile, "I want to have a match with you. I'll be waiting for you at the ends of the earth."

"Oh! Hmm! Okay!" The ends of the earth—what a poetic name! But I knew it was a rather dangerous place in the game, impossible to reach without a score of over 50,000. Of course, I accepted the challenge. Besides, I never know how to refuse an invitation from a beautiful woman.

Yang Qi walked over and said, "Be careful, Xiaoya is the fighting queen around here. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"What, you're not playing?" I was taken aback when I saw he didn't have the glasses; I thought he would like it.

"No, I'd better find a place to sleep." Yang Qi smiled, gave me a push, and turned to chat and laugh with another lady.

I shook my head and followed the guide into the player's private room. Because this game emphasizes realism and avoids players excessively affecting others, each player has a small room for their enjoyment.

After putting on the glasses, darkness suddenly enveloped me, followed by a distant light gradually approaching. Although I've been playing this series for over five years, seeing the exact same start every time feels like the first time, filling me with excitement.

"Please enter your character name and password," a familiar voice said, and an icy blue light began to emanate from the surroundings. Then, a beautiful woman radiating white light appeared before me. When the light faded, a short-haired woman appeared, wearing a beige sheer blouse and high heels, smiling at me.

I swallowed hard. Along with the version upgrade, this beautiful guide girl had also been upgraded; each version was more sexy and dazzling than the last. It's said that each version's guide girl represents one of the software's employees. I really wanted to get to know them and become friends.

The beautiful woman looked at me quietly. I blushed and quickly said, "My character name is Shadow, and my password is 'Mom eats fish, Dad eats fish, I don't eat fish, the fish won't let me eat it.'"

"Welcome, Shadow. Your current score is 960,000. Would you like to play Survival Mode, Story Mode, or Versus Mode this time?" The beautiful woman was silent for a moment before gently asking.

Shadow is my name in this game. Since Xiaoya wanted to find me, I thought I'd play Survival Mode.

"Player selects Survival Mode. Shadow, would you like to be the challenger or the challenged this time?"

"The challenged!" I said calmly.

There are no more than 4,000 players worldwide with over 400,000 points. If we consider the current Earth's total population of 400 million, I could be considered one in 100,000 top players. Most players with scores above this level prefer Story Mode, challenging the series of stories played by Hope Software employees. As for other modes, they are too weak for them.

Now, I'm like the great demon king in the old game, waiting to be challenged, but of course, I can roam around freely. Hehe! Waiting here is too boring.

"Player chooses to be the challenged party, Shadow. Currently, there are only forty players in the Hope Island area. Do you wish to participate in World Mode?"

A mode connected to the entire world? Oh no! I didn't tell Xiaoya which mode I wanted to participate in. I've been agonizing over this for a while. If I stand her up, she'll probably leave a few footprints on my face. Remembering her terrible behavior and temper, I guess she probably won't participate in the small area mode with only forty players.

I chose World Mode.

"Shadow, have fun." The beautiful woman smiled, and then a ripple spread through the space around me. A burning sensation that I've longed for, a sensation I can only have in my dreams, began to circulate throughout my body.

The feeling of true qi, my unfulfilled wish...

"World Mode activated. Attention all players, it is both fortunate and unfortunate that three players with scores of over 900,000 have entered this survival mode at the same time. Two are God Kings, and one is a Demon King. Please be careful, other players."

Oh? There are two others besides me? I was stunned. I didn't expect to encounter other players with the same title as me at this time. Only ten people in the entire game have a score of over 900,000, while the highest score for the others is only around 600,000. Therefore, the ten of us are also known as the Ten Strongest Warriors in this virtual game. Of

the Ten Strongest Warriors in the virtual world, I've only vaguely heard of Jingji, Tiangou, Satan, and Loulanxue, having fought them. I wonder if these are old friends or newcomers? I hope they don't kill Xiaoya too soon. I

emerged from a lake, and looking at myself in the water—wearing a black cloak, black trousers, a black tight-fitting long-sleeved shirt, and sunglasses—I couldn't help but laugh. This is the look of the protagonist from the most popular 21st-century movie in the museum, The Matrix—absolutely incredibly cool!

Hehe! I'd better hurry up and find Xiaoya to show off in front of her.

Chapter 3 ◆ Demon King Lei Zheng

The story of Divine Sword and Cloud is set around 1250 AD, an era I know almost nothing about.

The ends of the earth, in my memory, are on the Asian continent. I arrived at the Great Wall of Asia through a portal. Looking at the vast, sprawling landscape, recalling Qin Shi Huang's magnificent achievements and unparalleled ambition, and reflecting on the dullness of real life, I couldn't help but let out a long howl.

But I clearly underestimated the game's appeal and the number of participants. A moment later, several figures suddenly appeared around me, closing in. It seemed they were trying to pass the level and earn points by defeating enemies as a group.

I didn't care about such a small number.

"I am Shadow,"

I said, causing a stir in their ranks. That's right, Demon King Shadow. I guess they didn't expect to be so lucky, encountering one of the top ten so early in the game, and a Demon King at that?

"You—what proof do you have?" one of the bald guys with a scarred face asked.

I frowned in disgust. Humans are really interesting. Divine Sword and Wind offers countless character customization options; basically, everyone can become a unique handsome man or beautiful woman. But some people just have to be disgusting. Don't they know it will affect the mood of other players?

Seeing that I didn't speak, their courage seemed to grow even stronger.

"You must have heard the gods' prophecy to impersonate the Demon King's Shadow, right?" "Yeah, yeah, how could we possibly encounter the Demon King right away?" "How could the Demon King's Shadow be here?" "Even if it really is him, with so many of us, we can definitely take him down."...

More and more strange comments made my impatience reach its limit.

"Experience my Shadow Technique with your own bodies!"

I moved with lightning speed, using my fastest light footwork to cut into their midst. Then, a Tongbei Fist struck the bald man, and in that instant, a burst of inch-force blast sent him crashing into the Great Wall.

With a loud bang, while the others were still in shock, I swept them all to the ground with a gust of wind.

Jeet Kune Do: Dragon Tail Swing! Using

my left foot as a pivot, I spun around, my right leg swinging like an axe in the air, kicking everyone else away. Several of them even flew over the Great Wall and disappeared from my sight.

It was so easy! As my victories increased, a competitive spirit and a man's dream surged within me. I really wanted to fight the other top ten and become the number one in the virtual fighting world.

"Lu Haochang, Qu Wuhao, Xu Dingku, Qianbaidu, Zhenpujie, and Meiyanyule, six players, have been defeated by the challengers and have lost their eligibility to play." A metallic voice echoed from the void.

Hearing those names, I was stunned for a moment. What strange things were these? Putting them together, it was hilarious.

"Shadow, it's been two weeks, and your skills have improved again."

"Who! Loulanxue?"

Startled by the voice suddenly appearing behind me, I jumped forward hastily, simultaneously turning in mid-air to see that the speaker was a handsome middle-aged man with white hair, dressed in a Tang suit, possessing a somewhat otherworldly air.

"So one of the God Kings was you." I breathed a sigh of relief. If it was Loulanxue, Xiaoya's chances of being defeated would be less than half. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed, but I really wanted to show her my invincible prowess in the virtual world.

"How's it going to be today at Huawu Academy? The martial arts department there is pretty good. It seems you don't just want to be one of the top ten martial artists in the virtual world, but also a real powerhouse in the real world!"

No matter who you are, you always have one or two good friends online. Lou Lanxue was my first good friend in this game. Although when I first met him, he was already the top martial artist with 990,000 points.

Sometimes, listening to him speak, his arrogant confidence made me wonder if he was actually one of the top ten in real life. But the top ten in real life should all be busy people who train all day and don't have time to play this game.

I told Lou Lanxue that I got into Huawu, but I didn't tell him that my body can't generate true qi in real life.

"How about it? How about challenging Little Turtle God sometime?" Lou Lanxue laughed.

"No thanks. The final boss this time is too overpowered. I tried to fight him once when it first came out and got instantly killed." Recalling that crushing defeat, I angrily clenched my fist.

"Alright, I'm going to play. See you later." Lou Lanxue smiled, his body gradually fading and disappearing before my eyes.

This was his unique lightness skill, was it or not? Even after I became one of the top ten, I was helpless against this skill. No matter how fast I moved, I couldn't catch the hem of his clothes. In my opinion, Lou Lanxue was qualified to be among the top ten martial artists with this lightness skill alone. In

a daze, Xiao Ya's cool figure and her heroic kicking posture suddenly floated into my mind, and my heart skipped a beat. I had encountered beautiful women before in Jianzhong, but they were all so untouchable. Unlike Xiao Ya, who actually liked virtual fighting. This was a rare common topic, and I had to make the most of it.

When I arrived at the ends of the earth, I found many people lying on the ground. A familiar yet unfamiliar red-clad figure was facing away from me, looking at the moonlight.

Xiao Ya?

"Are you Lei Zheng?"

Before I could speak, the figure turned around. It was indeed Xiao Ya! Already a beauty in her own right, she chose a look that best suited her in the game—a high-slit, bright red cheongsam that would absolutely captivate anyone. Looking at her exposed, snow-white legs, I suddenly felt my mouth go dry.

It seemed that 99% of the guys on the ground were more interested in molesting her than defeating her for points. Being able to defeat so many experts with over 50,000 points, Xiaoya's strength was undeniable!

However, I also felt a surge of secret joy. It was rare for her to miss me so much; whatever the reason, it would make me happy for a long time.

"Whether it's true or not, lie down!"

With Xiaoya's emotionless voice, a streak of bright red flew towards me, followed by a blanket of white, instantly engulfing me in a sea of legs.

I spat blood! My nose started bleeding profusely! While the cheongsam was beautiful and elegant, allowing for considerable freedom of movement, the amount of exposed flesh was astonishing. Xiaoya's leg techniques were indeed as sharp, cunning, and ruthless as in reality, and far faster. But I'm one of the top ten with over 900,000 points, so such leg techniques didn't hurt me much. Instead, I got to see quite a bit of skin.

After a while, I had to use my strength to shake her off, immediately flying back more than ten meters to control my almost uncontrollable lust. A beautiful woman half-exposed—the allure was incomparable to watching porn, and I believed no actress could compare to Xiaoya.

Xiaoya looked at me coldly and made her signature move—wrinkling her nose: "You have over 400,000 points?"

Oh! Judging from my score based on my previous abilities, it seems Xiaoya's score might be between 300,000 and 400,000. I originally thought Yang Qi was just talking, but I didn't expect Xiaoya to actually have such a high score. No wonder she's the Fighting Queen.

"You want me, you want me to sleep with you?"

Compared to the previous sentence, this sentence almost made me fall over. Xiaoya, you...you're going too far! Seeing her speak without batting an eye, I was genuinely a little scared.

"Beat me first!" Xiaoya's foot flashed again, pressing down on me once more.

No, no, no, no, no!

I stretched out a finger, waving it in front of me, stopping Xiaoya's foot in mid-air each time, preventing it from causing further damage. I didn't expect to do anything with Xiaoya in the virtual world; after all, it was just a game. But if I could let her know a portion of my strength, perhaps there would be a chance in reality?

"Impossible!" Xiaoya finally stopped, her left foot stopping beside my neck. My finger was pointing at the instep of her foot, freezing her completely in mid-air.

From this position, I could just see a patch of darkness amidst her snow-white skin. Wait, wait a minute, it looks light blue. Is Xiaoya wearing light blue underwear? I couldn't help but stare intently inside.

"What are you looking at!" Xiaoya blushed, pulled her foot back a few steps, covered her genitals with her hands, and glared at me fiercely.

Ugh! Even when she's angry, she's just as adorable. Looks like I'm doomed, destined to fall head over heels for Xiaoya. It's amazing, only two days, and my feelings for her are already this intense?

"I can let you kiss me, but you have to tell me why you were able to so easily break through my 'Feng Hua'?" After a moment of silence, Xiaoya said something that made my heart stop.

"Aren't you satisfied yet?" Seeing I didn't speak, Xiaoya immediately pressed on.

"Uh! Well, it's mainly because your dantian, especially your lower dantian, isn't trained enough, and your kicks aren't nimble enough. In short, your awareness of moves is too strong. Actually, this game also emphasizes the art of defeating opponents without using moves."

"You're pretty good! What's your name?"

"Shadow, I am Shadow." After a moment of silence, I said my in-game name. Unconsciously, "I am Shadow" had become my catchphrase in the game, because I liked the feeling of revealing my name and the other person immediately becoming a lapdog.

This is one of the privileges of the strong.

"Demon King Shadow?" Xiaoya was stunned. Judging from her expression, she clearly hadn't expected me to be one of the three top ten players to enter the game today.

Hehe! Never mind! I'll get what the beauty promised first.

Using my Swift Strike, I instantly appeared beside Xiaoya, my strong arm easily pulling her slender waist into my embrace. Holding her warm, soft body, Xiaoya's body seemed to burn like a ball of fire, restless in my arms. I couldn't help but thank virtual technology for allowing me to hold Xiaoya so realistically.

Looking at Xiaoya's wide, staring eyes, at her alluring, peach-like lips, I couldn't think of anything else and kissed her forcefully.

Sensing my intention, her lips tightened for a moment, but with nothing to stop them, our lips quickly touched.

Almost simultaneously, she struggled frantically, but I only held her tighter and pressed her down more firmly. Feeling the amazing elasticity of the young body beneath me and the unique fragrance of a young girl, my penis instantly became rock hard, fully displaying the burning desire within me and radiating an astonishing heat from her abdomen.

I knew she must have felt the hardness of my penis; a hint of panic and confusion flashed in her eyes.

The first kiss with the girl I admired, right beside me, was an incredibly wonderful feeling. I kissed her with abandon, my tongue even darting in. But just as my tongue finally broke through her teeth and entered her mouth, a sharp, intense pain suddenly spread from my tongue to my brain.

She bit me! She bit me! That was my first thought.

Immediately afterward, pain struck, and I let out a low scream, pressing my hand to my mouth as I pulled away from her. She hurriedly covered her mouth and took a few steps back, standing on the edge of the cliff, her face flushed, her whole body trembling, her beautiful eyes staring at me fiercely, filled with surprise, doubt, excitement, anger, and so many other emotions I didn't understand.

In that hasty kiss, I only felt the softness of her lips, the slight warmth of her tongue; I felt none of the sweet sensations I usually experienced in virtual pornography. But I didn't have much time to savor it. After the kiss, many questions, both about her and about myself, flooded my mind. So many unanswered questions left me only able to stare blankly at her.

I had never imagined I would treat Xiaoya like this. Touching my lips, remembering the warmth of Xiaoya's body, I couldn't help but take a step towards her.

This was the first time I had ever kissed Xiaoya on the lips. That day was September 2nd, 2992.

"Ying, I never expected you to be such a womanizer." The voice from behind was like a bucket of cold water poured over my head, sobering me up considerably.

That voice belonged to one of the few I'd ever fought and couldn't forget—the God King Jingji, one of the top ten.

I don't know if the other players were unlucky or I was unlucky; they ran into the top ten, while I ran into two familiar faces.

"Jingji, please don't humiliate my character in front of the girl I like."

Turning around, Jingji, dressed in a snow-white priest's robe, stood not far behind me, smiling at me. But what struck me most was the amethyst right eye embedded in his handsome face, shimmering eerily in the darkness.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Accompanying Jingji's exaggerated shout was Xiaoya's angry kick, but I didn't dodge, letting her kick my neck.

"Why didn't you dodge?" Xiaoya asked in surprise.

That kick had already caused me a percentage point of damage, and also increased Xiaoya's score by a thousand.

"I apologize for my earlier offense, it's because I like you so much. Also, I'm sorry I can't spar with you this time." Looking into Xiaoya's captivating eyes, I finally revealed my identity. I had considered deceiving her before, but for someone I like, I felt that deception was the most unacceptable thing to do.

With the battle imminent, I didn't want any emotional fluctuations.

"Lei Zheng?" Xiaoya's face flushed red at first, then she showed a coquettish expression.

I knew that ever since I, who was 100,000 points lower than him, added another defeat to Jingji's record, he had always wanted to spar with me again to wash away the shame, but he had never had the chance. I guessed he wouldn't let it go this time.

I smiled at Xiaoya, then quickly turned around, took off my sunglasses and threw them at Jingji. This was a move I learned from Tom Cruise's character in "Mission: Impossible 2," which I had learned a week ago when watching a movie at a museum.

Just like I had dealt with Xiaoya's "Feng Hua" before, Jing Ji caught the thunderous sunglasses with a single finger, flicked and twirled them, and placed them on his nose, a slight smirk playing on his lips—utterly contemptuous and provocative!

Taking advantage of the instant he put on the sunglasses, I activated "Shadowless Swiftness," instantly appearing behind Jing Ji. A deafening boom erupted—actually, it was a barrage of countless heavy blows delivered in a very short time—yet Jing Ji remained unmoved, for none of these punches, each capable of instantly killing a master of ten thousand points, could penetrate his proud fifteen-layered Golden Bell Shield.

"Good heavens, your shell is getting harder and harder!"

With my complaint, the next moment, the soil within a one-meter radius around him surged up like a flash flood, pressing down on him within the Golden Bell Shield's protective range.

"Shadow, you're getting stronger and stronger." Jing Ji gave a wry smile and soared into the sky.

As I rushed after him, I said to Xiaoya, "Get out of here quickly! The fluctuations of our power will render anyone below 500,000 points 'unable to recover,' causing them to lose a lot of points."

Actually, my punches weren't meant to break through Jingji's protective divine skill. What I wanted to do was use internal vibrations to transmit the shockwaves of my punches to the ground, causing the soil and rocks within the defensive shield to burst out, forcing him out, and then using that momentary opening to deliver a fatal blow.

"Hah!" We both shouted simultaneously, our fists colliding head-on, producing another deafening roar, like a sudden clap of thunder

from the sky. We wiped the blood from our mouths as we were thrown through the air, then lunged at each other again. Instantly, the entire world was filled only with the thunderous sound of our fists clashing.

Chapter Four ◆ Angel Xu Shan

I rubbed my eyes, wondering what time it was.

I checked the time; it was almost midnight. I was the only one left in the entire student dormitory; everyone else had gone to school. Ha! Another holiday has arrived.

For me, once it's past midnight, there are probably no more classes. I schedule all my classes for the morning, forcing myself to get up, then do other things in the afternoon. In the evening, I download some lecture notes from the internet, play games, and read the news. Anyway, I don't have much time to study. I don't need to work as hard as the students in the martial arts department, practicing qi and techniques all day long.

To be honest, I don't dislike this kind of life. As for book knowledge, I'll always just have a general understanding, not an in-depth one. I think as long as I know what tools I can use when I actually encounter a problem, that's enough. Whether my knowledge is profound or not is determined by my future work, not by what I think is better to learn now.

Of course, this is just an excuse, an excuse for laziness.

Sitting in front of the computer looking at the screen, I inadvertently recalled the battle with Jingji in the virtual world two weeks ago. Because our combat power was very similar, the battle ended in a draw.

On the contrary, many challengers lost points because they were hit by the energy fluctuations during our fight. As for Xiaoya, she seemed to have withdrawn on her own, but she was the only one among the many challengers who couldn't get back up unscathed, so she actually gained 500 points.

Jingji truly lived up to his reputation as one of the top ten, on par with me. The excruciating pain of each punch landing on my skin, the thrill of being on the verge of death, the feeling of being sent flying dozens of meters away, having dozens of giant trees snapped in half with a single kick, and having a hole dozens of meters in diameter punched out—it was so exhilarating! I haven't had such a satisfying fight in a long time; it was truly intoxicating.

In reality, the combat power of the top ten martial artists is probably no less than that; that feeling of being powerful and invincible is exhilarating just thinking about it. Most boys pursue strength, especially the feeling of defeating others, the feeling of being a strong person!

Speaking of which, after I finished fighting with Jingji and came out, Yang Qi and Xiaoya were nowhere to be seen. Xiaoya was probably angry at my frivolity, but the cashier told me that Yang Qi had already paid for me. Even so, I still felt uneasy. After all, that kiss had left me with many thoughts: Xiaoya's body, her lips…

I subconsciously licked my lips, savoring that cold yet burning kiss again. I didn't even know how I got home; when I came to my senses, I was already in bed.

The sun set, and the fierce battle with Jingji had wasted nearly ten hours of my time. It seemed I wouldn't have time to buy anything; I'd have to wait until the next day.

When school started, I finally managed to avoid my older sister using various excuses. When she found out I had been admitted to the Literature Department instead of the Martial Arts Department, she was so angry that she slapped a boy who was kneeling in front of her, saying cheesy love words, and sent him flying. At the same time, in front of more than forty people practicing martial arts on the nearby playground, she roared, "Lei Zheng! I'll kill you!"

Thus, this young master became famous.

Thanks to my older sister, to avoid being hunted down by her personal guards, I inadvertently met Xu Shan, one of the six beauties, nicknamed "Angel."

The day I met Xu Shan was a gloomy, rainy day, during a boring advanced mathematics class.

It's funny, actually; it's been over a month since school started, and I hadn't attended a single class of that subject. Because many of my sister's personal guards were enrolled in that class. If it hadn't suddenly started raining that day and I had nowhere to go, I would never have gone to such a boring and dangerous class.

As soon as I entered the classroom, all eyes immediately focused on me. A few of my few close friends started making a ruckus, their faces showing amusement. And that fat teacher, after diligently checking my name, because of my friends' teasing and jeers, actually said I had to stay after class before starting the lesson.

Damn it, I have to stay after class! Those bastards! I felt a surge of annoyance and glared at those guys. I'd stayed up too late last night, and my mind was a mess; I didn't want to do anything. Looking around, I went straight to an empty seat in the last row. There seemed to be a girl sitting next to me. Whatever, I was so sleepy I didn't pay any attention to her. As soon as the teacher turned around, I immediately slumped onto the desk and fell asleep. It

felt like a while, or maybe a long time, when suddenly someone gently patted my thigh. Then, a gentle, soft voice whispered in my ear, "Don't sleep, the teacher is watching you."

What?! I hate it when people interrupt my sleep! The patting made my thigh itchy and uncomfortable, so I reached out and pressed hard on the hand on my thigh—whose hand I didn't know—to avoid being disturbed, and then continued to sleep.

Because I was still half-asleep, the sensation on my skin hadn't faded. Hmm! That hand was soft, warm, and smooth—quite comfortable. I unconsciously gripped that hand even tighter because it felt so good. The hand didn't struggle much, letting me hold it.

Then, that gentle voice said in my ear again, "You're hurting me."

How annoying! It buzzed around like flies, twice in a row. I suddenly looked up, about to scold the person, when I met the fat woman's gaze. Not wanting to cause trouble, I quickly pretended to read, lowering my head as if looking at a textbook. But, to my dismay, I realized I hadn't brought my textbook. Luckily, the girl next to me brought her textbook.

She was a lifesaver! My gratitude to that girl was beyond words. Seeing that I was indeed reading, the fat woman turned back to explaining the problem. I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but embarrassingly, I only now realized I was still holding the girl's small hand.

As a virgin, I'd never had such intimate contact with a woman except when watching virtual porn. Even my intimacy with Xiaoya a month ago was only in the virtual world. At that moment, the image of a naked woman in a pornographic film and its plot suddenly flashed through my mind, and my face flushed instantly. I hurriedly let go of her hand, looked at the girl next to me, and kept saying sorry and thank you. The girl smiled magnanimously, clearly not blaming me, pointed to her textbook, and then said nothing more.

Because of this farce, I started to pay attention to the girl sitting next to me. I had initially thought that those sitting in the back row were not paying much attention in class, but looking at her neat notes and serious eyes, I knew she must be a good student.

The girl was wearing faded jeans in many places, a pink low-cut silk top, and a denim jacket over it. Her slightly dyed blonde hair was straight and draped over her shoulders, neither ostentatious nor shabby, and naturally not particularly eye-catching. She wasn't as delicate as Xiaoya, but she had a certain elegance, appearing very gentle. She had a great figure, with curves in all the right places, and the proportions were exactly what I liked, the kind I really liked.

I never expected to find such a beautiful girl. Seeing her in class would be a happy thing.

Before class ended, because the teacher made us study and do exercises on our own, I had a chance to chat with this girl and get some basic information about her.

Xu Shan, eighteen years old, a first-year all-rounder in the Law Department of the Literature Faculty, and a first-year elective student in the Shooting Department of the Martial Arts Faculty. I'm really curious about what she's like when she's shooting or sparring with others. I wonder if she'll be a little like the feisty Xiao Ya? In any case, I believe she'll be very different from her usual gentle self.

As for other information about Xu Shan, I can't get it out yet because we're not familiar enough. But I won't give up. I'll definitely make getting all of Shan's information my goal, haha! Shan, that's a really nice nickname. I should try calling her that sometime.

Getting to know beautiful girls is my hobby, making friends with them is my interest, and if we could become boyfriend and girlfriend, that would be my dream.

However, I've never succeeded in this since I was little, mostly because they don't like me because I can't use martial arts. Sigh. It's the 30th century, the world is peaceful under the checks and balances of the Ten Great Martial Artists. What use is martial arts except for increasing crime rates? It's not like you can't achieve great things without martial arts. Our Asian Republican Alliance leader, Wei Yuechang, can't practice martial arts either, right?

Under his rule, the Republican Alliance has seen eight consecutive years of increased production profits, decreased crime rates, and decreased unemployment rates. My idol…

When class ended, Xu Shan smiled gently at me again and said very politely, "Goodbye, Lei Zheng."

"Yeah! Ah! Goodbye." Indeed, as the books say, girls look much prettier when they smile. Looking at Xu Shan's smile, I even had the illusion that she suddenly became more beautiful. What's more exaggerated is that I felt as if I was being bathed in sunlight, a very comfortable feeling.

"You lucky rascal! You're chatting and laughing with Xu Shan like this. But I'm not envious of you. And don't you dare have feelings for her, or you'll suffer a terrible fate." The one who pulled me aside to speak was one of my bad friends, Fazal, an exchange student from Barcelona, Spain.

His apartment was right across from mine, and we both happened to be studying Chinese History. Although I had no idea why a Barcelona native would travel all that way to study Chinese History, since we saw each other so often, it was impossible for us not to know each other. Besides, neither of us were difficult people to get along with, so becoming friends was inevitable.

"Why does having feelings for her lead to such a terrible fate?"

"Huh? You don't know?" Fasar exaggeratedly slapped his forehead, excitedly saying, "It's all that bastard Wu Jun's fault! He's been spreading rumors that he's going to pursue Xu Shan, and anyone who dares to be his rival will be killed without mercy. Several first-year students have already been sent to the hospital by him."

Wu Jun, that trash again.

"Don't the teachers care? What about the upperclassmen?"

"There's no evidence. Those people either accidentally fell or were suddenly attacked outside the academy. As for the upperclassmen, firstly, Wu Jun has at least 10,000 units of true qi, which is stronger than many of them. Secondly, they're competing with us freshmen for girls. Winning wouldn't be respectable, and losing would be even worse."

"A bunch of cowardly bastards, humph! I won't let a girl as good as Xu Shan go to someone like Wu Jun." Xu Shan gives me a feeling of purity and beauty. Thinking of Wu Jun's ugly face as he smugly hugged Xu Shan, I get furious.

"Hey, are you running a fever?" Fasar looked at me in surprise, reaching out to touch my forehead, seemingly unable to believe that such bold words would come out of my mouth.

"You're the one with a fever." I reached out and slapped Fasar's dark and strong hand away, watching Xu Shan's graceful figure gradually disappear into the distance, my heart filled with a feeling called liking.

Perhaps heaven heard my prayers, or perhaps my encounter with Xu Shan that day triggered some kind of opportunity. In the days that followed, I kept unexpectedly running into her, and my feelings for her grew stronger. Thank God, I temporarily forgot the unpleasantness of Xiao Ya's departure, forgot my older sister's oppressive pressure, and forgot my inability to learn martial arts.

All because of her—"Angel" Xu Shan.

Gentle, polite, considerate, friendly, sincere—all the good qualities could be found in her. And most special of all was her smile, which gave people a sense of security. And I always liked to be by her side. However, I can't say I love her. I privately believe that love and liking are different levels. I just really want to see her smile.

I'm just an ordinary man who hopes to live a quiet life without attracting attention. Perhaps it's because I seem harmless that Xu Shan gradually made me her friend, and sometimes she would confide in me about her troubles. Looking at Xu Shan, her face tinged with a faint sadness yet still displaying a captivating smile, I felt both happy and afraid.

Happy to be friends with such a wonderful woman; afraid, hoping that Xu Shan saw me as more than just an ordinary friend. Indeed, I harbored this hope, but as the saying goes, a beautiful woman is a gentleman's desire. What's wrong with me pursuing a good girl?

As I began to be talked about and followed behind my back at school, I knew that Wu Jun was probably starting to target me again, just like he had back in Jianzhong. Stubborn as I was, I couldn't easily take my eyes off Xu Shan, nor was I willing to give her up so easily. I

ran into Yang Qi a few times during this period. When I tried to ask about Xiao Ya, he always gave me a cryptic smile, patted my shoulder, and praised my good fortune. I guessed he was talking about Xu Shan. Now the whole school knew that only I, Lei Zheng, dared to compete with Wu Jun for Xu Shan, but I didn't know what Xu Shan herself thought about it.

Everything seemed calm for the time being, the rapids flowing beneath the ice.

Perhaps because Hope Island was at sea, the air was fresh and the climate pleasant; almost everyone wore clothes that were undeniably alluring, especially the group of beautiful girls, who frequently exposed their smooth backs and alluring panties of various colors. Almost all of them wore low-cut bras, each vying to reveal a glimpse of cleavage.

Xu Shan was naturally one of them. Every day, I spent my days secretly drooling while watching their bodies.

Several times, while resting in the small room, Xu Shan came in to study. Wearing a low-cut bra, she unsuspectingly bent down and pulled out a chair in front of me, her "friend," instantly revealing most of her breasts, almost her nipples. This stimulation naturally made my penis throb painfully, forcing me to do everything I could to loosen my panties without Xu Shan noticing, lest I damage my little brother.

The days passed in this rhythm of surprises, nosebleeds, emotions, and a touch of excitement. Xu Shan was getting nicer to me; sometimes she'd hook her arm around mine on our way home, sometimes she'd let go.

A month passed, and I still hadn't confessed my feelings. Just the arm-hooking and our flirtatious banter at school were enough to infuriate Wu Jun, whom Xu Shan disliked.

I was secretly delighted.

Finally, today came; Wu Jun was going to cause me trouble, and Xiao Ya was brought back into my life.

Chapter Five ◆ Eternal Realm

Today is Saturday, the first day of the weekend, and I'm in a particularly good mood.

Actually, I don't really like Sundays because every Sunday I think about Monday and having to go to school again, which always makes me feel down and unhappy.

But today is different. It doesn't matter how I play; tomorrow is Sunday, a holiday.

Today is also a day I want to really show off my skills. Because I was with Xu Shan and dealing with Wu Jun who always suddenly jumped out to cause trouble, I hadn't played Shenjian Fengyun in a long time. Since Shan said she was going back to Guangzhou today, I took the opportunity to play and experience the feeling of being a strong player.

Unexpectedly, I ran into Yang Qi in the arcade lobby, chatting and laughing with a prostitute again.

Huh? Yang Qi is here? Could it be Xiao Ya is here too?

I ran over excitedly, and Yang Qi noticed me and turned around.

"Oh! Classmate, what a coincidence?"

"Yes, yes, you, are you playing with Xiao Ya again?" My voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Hmm! Little Duck said she's determined to become one of the top ten of the new generation, and she comes to challenge Little Turtle every day, but she's never succeeded. I heard from others that it's impossible to defeat that pedophile pervert without an ability score of over 800,000." Yang Qi muttered, "What a waste of money! You can't just throw money into the ocean like this, can you?"

"By the way, classmate, didn't Little Duck want to spar with you last time? What happened? Did you run into her? Why did she come out early? Hehe! And her face was all red. Did you do something to her?" Yang Qi patted my shoulder with a sly smile and said with a pained expression, "This won't do! I heard that the beautiful Xu Shan and you are together. What? You've fallen for my sister again? Trying to have your cake and eat it too is a very dangerous thing to do. You might fall into the water if you're not careful."

Why did he say that to me? Originally, what Yang Qi said was right. Now that things have developed to this point with Xu Shan, it's wrong to still have feelings for Xiao Ya. But being sentenced to death by him for Xiao Ya still makes me feel uncomfortable.

"If there's land below the boat, then it's fine." I couldn't help but say.

"I'm not a boat." A cool figure darted into my line of sight, followed by a pink dress fluttering as Xiaoya walked over with an icy demeanor.

Upon seeing her, I instinctively touched my lips.

Seeing my action, Xiaoya's face flushed red, but she quickly regained her composure. Then, a dark shadow flashed before me, and a platform shoe stopped a centimeter in front of me. Only thanks to the eyesight and courage I'd honed in the game did I manage not to fall flat on my backside in fright.

"Don't think nonsense! That was just something that happened in the game!" Xiaoya said coquettishly, pulling her foot back.

"Oh? What happened in the game?" Yang Qi walked up, asking curiously.

"None of your business!" Xiaoya gave him a sharp rebuke and a footprint.

Sometimes, I really wanted to be the one Xiaoya kicked. But this wasn't because I had masochistic tendencies; rather, I envied the natural and harmonious atmosphere between her and Yang Qi. I could see that although Xiaoya often kicked Yang Qi, their relationship was clearly the kind of closeness that almost no one else could understand.

"Come on, I'll treat you to dinner." Yang Qi put his arm around me and headed for the door.

"You jerk, you idiot!" Xiao Ya chased after us.

"I'm so envious..." I couldn't help but say

, being pulled along by Yang Qi. I really envied the bond between the siblings. When would I be able to be like Xiao Ya? Ha! I'm already so close to Shan, and I'm also interested in Xiao Ya. Is this just insatiable greed? I'm probably even worse than Wu Jun, a typical womanizer, destined for hell after I die.

"Lei Zheng, what are you muttering about? A person should be upright and open. Xu Shan won't like it if you're whispering like that!" Xiao Ya came up and gave me a good whack on the head, then immediately said again, "What are you looking at?"

Seeing her glare, I immediately recalled the feeling of holding her in my arms that day, and my first kiss. Even if it was just in a game, with today's advanced virtual technology, what the mind feels can also be felt physically. I refused to believe she could pretend nothing had happened.

"Didn't I tell you not to think about it!" Xiaoya saw me staring at her bright red lips, her pretty face flushed, and she raised her small fist and waved it in front of me, just like a girl teasing her boyfriend, so cute.

Girlfriend? My heart raced at the thought.

"Yes, I want to think about it, I want to think about it a lot, I..." Looking at Xiaoya's flushed face, I couldn't help but say slightly flirtatiously.

"Thinking about Xu Shan?"

Yang Qi's words, however, were like an arrow piercing my wound, and I immediately deflated. Xiaoya's expression also seemed a little helpless.

An awkward silence began to spread among the three of us. Yang Qi, that roughneck, seemed oblivious, but it was a nightmare for Xiaoya and me. One of us was looking at the ground as we walked, while the other kept kicking pebbles.

I stole glances at Xiaoya as I walked, wanting to say something but unable to, a sense of unease

rising in my chest. Just then, Xiaoya's delicate body swayed, her steps faltering, and she looked like she was about to fall. I rushed forward, slipping behind her and embracing her from below.

But why did my hand touch such soft, plump flesh, like resting on a slippery mattress? I instinctively kneaded it, and Xiaoya immediately squirmed. The close contact seemed to ignite a fuse for me; my penis instantly hardened, piercing Xiaoya's seemingly slender but actually very firm buttocks like a sharp knife.

"Ah..." Xiaoya let out a groan, collapsing into my arms, motionless, panting heavily.

She didn't move, so how could I? Besides, I quite enjoyed this feeling of being close to her; wasn't this exactly the scene that had been in my mind just minutes ago? I didn't expect it to come true so quickly, heavens! I'll burn incense for you when we get back.

Strange, why isn't Yang Qi saying anything?

Only then did I, who valued love over friendship, remember Yang Qi's presence. Looking around, I was shocked to find him kneeling not far in front of us, one fist on the ground, veins bulging on his arm, muscles twitching, drenched in sweat, also panting heavily, his clothes soaked.

What... what's going on?

Could it be Xiaoya...? Worried, I hurriedly looked down. It turned out I had been rubbing Xiaoya's firm breasts, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Xiaoya, like her brother, was breathing rapidly and abnormally, and was sweating profusely; her exposed arms were a bright red, as if something had sprouted there.

"How...how could this be?" I changed my stance, putting one arm around Xiaoya's waist and gently patting her chest with the other, hoping she would calm down. Xiaoya gave me a resentful look at my rudeness, her lips parting slightly: "C-be careful, my true energy is gone..."

What! True energy can disappear? I was speechless with shock. Then, I smelled a faint fragrance.

"Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder!" I remembered this fragrance vividly. My father had made something for me, since I couldn't learn martial arts, saying it could turn others into people like me, without any true energy. So, as long as I focused on physical training and used this, I wouldn't be afraid of being bullied. That thing was called Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder, and the fragrance was the same.

"Trash, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. No wonder that bitch Xu Shan dared to ignore me."

Hearing that voice, I knew Wu Jun had arrived. Damn it, this despicable guy! I wasn't afraid of what he might do to me; I was afraid of what he might do to Xiaoya.

Wu Jun and several others appeared in front of me. One of them kicked Yang Qi hard, while another immediately pulled out a wooden stick from behind and struck Yang Qi on the back with a loud crack.

"Stop, stop!" I shouted excitedly.

"You cripple, what right do you have to tell me to stop?" Wu Jun walked up, kicked me away, then pulled Xiao Ya close, his eyes lecherously staring at her chest, licking his lips as he said, "I really don't understand why you sluts like that kind of trash. I'm much better than him. I'll show you my skills in a moment."

As he spoke, the bastard actually thrust his genitals against Xiao Ya's body.

"Bastard, you, you stop right now!"

I scrambled to my feet and tried to pounce on him, but one of the bastard's companions easily grabbed me and slammed my head to the ground, the pain almost making me faint.

I can't faint, or Xiao Ya, Xiao Ya will be in danger!

I stared intently at Wu Jun, a faint red light appearing before my eyes, probably from an injury to my head from the kiss with the ground, but I didn't care about that.

"Hmph! Yang Qi, what a big name, the number one martial arts expert in China, but he still fell into my hands! You dare to offend me, Wu Jun, multiple times, saving that trash, you're asking for death!" Wu Jun, with his arm around Xiao Ya, rubbing her breasts as he walked over and kicked Yang Qi.

So Wu Jun had been planning to deal with me all along. I underestimated his ruthlessness. It turns out Yang Qi had been protecting me all along, damn it! How come I didn't notice?

Yang Qi was also glaring fiercely at Wu Jun, but Wu Jun's side had six men, one of whom was repeatedly striking my body with a wooden stick. Only my longing for Xiao Ya kept me from fainting. My teeth, from the shock, had dug deep into my lower lip, leaving a mouthful of blood; the metallic taste stung my mouth.

"Hahahaha! The infamous little firecracker of Huawu, let me have a taste now!" Wu Jun looked at Xiao Ya, who had fainted from anger and grief, and suddenly ripped open her clothes, revealing her alluring black bra. He then stuck out his tongue and licked her snow-white pectoral muscles, lewdly saying, "Don't rush, everyone. There aren't many people in this park. We can play with our little firecracker slowly. After we're done with the little firecracker, we'll go play with the angel and let these bitches know what a real man is."

"Hehehehe!" The others echoed with lewd laughter.

Xu Shan, they still wanted to deal with Xu Shan! Watching Wu Jun reach out to take off Xiao Ya's bra, it felt like something exploded inside me, and all I could see was bright red.

"Don't you dare touch her!" I shoved the person holding me away fiercely, and taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I pounced on Wu Jun like an enraged lion.

"So what if I touch her?" Wu Jun grinned at me.

With a sharp crack, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head. I turned my head and saw Wu Jun's accomplice holding a broken wooden stick, frowning at me. I swayed but didn't fall. Suddenly, the man delivered a high kick to my face.

"Ouch..." I screamed and crashed into a tree beside me. My whole body burned with pain, and my left hand felt hot, as if the blood in it was boiling.

"You won't let me move? How about I move like this?" The wicked Wu Jun actually pulled Xiao Ya in front of me, wantonly kneading her firm breasts, squeezing and deforming the snow-white flesh between his fingers.

"Oh right, you haven't kissed this bitch, have you? I'm going to beat you to it and let you wear my old shoes!" Wu Jun said, grabbing Xiao Ya's black hair without any mercy, then opening his wolfish mouth to bite Xiao Ya's pink lips.

Damn it, if, if I were as strong as in the virtual fighting game, damn it, if I were that strong, Xiaoya, Xiaoya!

As I watched those once-beloved red lips about to be possessed by Wu Jun's ugly thing, as I saw my slender waist being embraced by someone other than me, as I saw my snow-white, sacred peaks being violated, a burning flame within me consumed everything—my reason, my emotions.

What use were kindness and justice? The strong, the powerful, decided everything!

The temperature of my left hand was rising. When I realized it, I found that my left glove seemed to be burning, crackling incessantly, and the ground was smoking from the heat. When I touched it with my right hand, it was burning hot. Suddenly, a silver six-pointed star pattern appeared eerily through the black glove on the back of my hand, just millimeters away, floating above it. Then, countless silver rays of light began to leap outward from the center of the six-pointed star array, enveloping my entire left hand in silver light.

At the same time, a wave of weakness washed over me, and my strength vanished like a receding tide.

But strangely, it seemed that only I could see this light. Wu Jun continued his wolfish kiss on Xiao Ya without a care in the world. However, I knew something must have happened, because everyone else's movements seemed to slow down tenfold, fiftyfold, a hundredfold in an instant.

This feeling gave me a sense of familiarity, like when I faced those with scores below 100,000 in virtual combat; their movements also appeared this slow to me.

A surge of heat began to spread from my left hand, flowing through my body, like a raging storm impacting my internal organs. It felt somewhat like true qi, yet not quite. True qi wasn't so domineering; this restlessness was as unpredictable as nature itself. I could only follow along, not command or instruct it like I would with true qi.

My strength continued to diminish, but the light from my left hand grew increasingly dazzling, almost blinding me.

"Oh? Afraid to look? Haha..." Wu Jun, who had almost kissed Xiaoya, turned his head and slowly uttered the words that had enraged me.

Looking at his狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face as he spoke, and at Xiaoya's pale complexion, I suddenly stood up and threw a punch at Wu Jun's dog-like face with my left hand, which was enveloped in silver light.

The world returned to normal in an instant.

"Ouch—"

The bastard screamed, his face grotesquely caved in, and then his hands automatically released Xiaoya. He flew backward until he was fifteen meters away, when he suddenly lost his strength and crashed heavily to the ground.

"My... my face, my face!" Wu Jun rolled on the ground, clutching his face, screaming and howling in agony.

I didn't care why he was like this; I only cared about my Xiaoya.

Unexpected things kept happening. At this moment, Xiaoya's body remained floating there in the same position. I couldn't help but reach out my left hand, and Xiaoya slowly floated towards me. Then, I embraced her again.

"Isn't that right? I'm sorry. If I were as strong as Shadow, no one could bully you. I'm sorry..." Looking at Xiaoya's chest, bruised from being rubbed, I was overcome with grief. I buried my head in Xiaoya's long black hair and kept apologizing. Unconsciously, two lines of tears streamed down my face.

A man doesn't easily shed tears, only when he is truly heartbroken.

"I... I will never let you get away with this! Get him—" After a while, Wu Jun stopped wailing, trembling as he released his grip and slowly got up from the ground, his eyes filled with intense resentment as he stared at me.

Before, when I saw him like this, I only felt like vomiting, but seeing him like this now, I suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction and joy. It also made me even more suspicious about what that fiery heat that I had released with my left hand was.

It turned out that Wu Jun's left cheek looked like it had been branded by a red-hot iron hand. The skin and flesh were rolling and melting, blood and charred flesh stuck together. It was disgusting and ugly. One of his eyelids was pulled down, and his eyeball bulged out like a goldfish.

Seeing Wu Jun's terrifying appearance, his accomplices rushed forward with fear in their eyes. Their menacing manner suggested they intended to kill both Xiao Ya and me. The force of their attacks confirmed their intention.

"Don't come any closer!"

Without true qi, I was powerless to stop these ferocious martial arts experts. Terrified, I shouted, swinging my left hand from left to right. A silver light shot out in a fan shape, instantly striking the group. They were all sent flying backward like Wu Jun, crashing to the ground about fifteen meters away from me, unable to rise again.

Xiao Ya leaned against my chest, supported by an inexplicable force, floating on her toes.

I knew then that my uncle's childhood fears had come true. My left hand, the domain power sealed within it, had inexplicably acknowledged me, prematurely breaking the seal.

This power, this phenomenon, was probably the Domain King—one of the 108 domain powers that Uncle Long Legs had spoken of—"Loneliness is the Only Eternity."

Chapter Six ◆ Boundless Good Fortune

I looked at my left hand; the glove was still there, but the silver light had begun to fade, becoming dim. However, the six-pointed star array still hovered on the back of my hand, and the restlessness within me still surged. Strangely, I felt no discomfort; on the contrary, I felt much more energetic.

What a strange feeling.

"Good lad, you're pretty good!" Yang Qi swayed as he stood up, walked over, and patted my shoulder. But the moment his hand touched my body, it seemed to be bounced away by something, leaving me limp and softly pressed against my thigh.

A look of shock appeared on his face.

"This, this…" I didn't know what to say, only managing an awkward, bitter smile.

"Can you walk?" Yang Qi asked, frowning.

Strange, why was his voice trembling? Was Yang Qi injured? But when I looked at him more closely, I realized I had underestimated him. His face remained expressionless, but his hands were trembling violently, and drops of viscous green liquid were dripping from between his fingers onto the ground.

I knew exactly what was happening; my father had demonstrated it to me years ago. He inhaled the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder and then forced it out with his inner energy—the scene was almost identical, the only difference being that the green liquid was shooting out from his fingertips. However, my father had also said that one needed at least 25,000 units of inner energy to force out the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder. 25,000

units of inner energy… No wonder Wu Jun said Yang Qi was the number one martial artist in Huawu. It seems Yang Qi and Xiaoya's elders weren't ordinary people either, otherwise the next generation wouldn't be so strong. You see, although the top ten martial artists rarely fight, according to other estimates, their strength is only around 80,000 to 90,000.

Throughout history, only Lou Botao has broken through the 100,000 limit.

"Hey classmate, how long are you going to keep staring at Xiaoya's breasts?"

Yang Qi's words made my face burn. Looking at Yang Qi, the angle was perfect for seeing Xiaoya's snow-white skin encased in black lace, and my penis involuntarily stirred again.

"Now you've seen everything about my sister, so you'd better treat her well, or I won't let you off the hook." Yang Qi said, taking off his clothes and draping them over Xiaoya, covering her exposed skin.

"I...I..." I stammered, Yang Qi's words giving me a headache. It felt like something out of an old martial arts novel, about committing to a lifelong relationship. Of course, I really liked Xiaoya, but I didn't know her feelings, and...

"You handle Xu Shan's matter yourself, just don't hurt Xiaoya."

After some time, Yang Qi had regained his strength. Turning to look at Wu Jun and his group, who had fainted on the ground because of my domain power, he suddenly asked, "Do you know about the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder?" Yang Qi had clearly heard my scream earlier.

"Yes, I know a little."

"Knowing the name means you know more than a little. My true energy has recovered to about 70-80%, but these guys, hmph hmph hmph!"

Yang Qi snorted terrifyingly. Thinking of the possible retaliation Wu Jun might suffer, I felt a chill run down my spine.

But he deserved it, daring to make a move on Xu Shan and then touch my little Ya! I also hoped that Yang Qi could teach this guy a different kind of lesson, preferably one he would never forget.

I forgot that my left hand had already given Wu Jun a lesson he would never forget.

"Hey classmate, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Take Xiaoya to your house to rest! You know about the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, so you naturally know how to cure it. If you go back and forth, I'm afraid these bastards will escape. By the way, don't do anything too outrageous. Xiaoya's father hopes his daughter will still be a virgin when she gets married!"

"W-what did you say! I'm not that kind of person!" I hurriedly protested, but after saying that, I glanced guiltily at Xiaoya's pretty face. Such a beautiful girl, alone with me, a man and a woman, in the same room... Ha...

"Go away! What follows is too violent and not suitable for minors to watch." Yang Qi clenched his fists and twisted them, making cracking sounds, exuding murderous intent and piercing pain.

I quickly carried Xiaoya away from Yang Qi. When I helped Xiaoya put on her clothes, we saw each other in a compromising situation, and the sight and tender moments were beyond words.

A gust of hot wind blew from behind me. I knew this was a sign that Yang Qi was about to unleash his immense true energy. In the game, I could do the same, but in reality, it was impossible; I could only envy him.

After carrying Xiaoya on my back, I quickly left this nightmarish place. I never wanted to see Wu Jun again. Just thinking about what he had done to Xiaoya made me afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and would go back and cut off his testicles.

"Damn it, you dare hit your old man?" After I left, Yang Qi revealed a terrifying smile similar to Wu Jun's earlier one. Then, he flashed and disappeared into the distance. A few seconds later, he reappeared in front of Wu Jun, holding a few boiled corns.

After pressing everyone's pressure points, Yang Qi kicked them awake one by one.

Since what Yang Qi was about to do was a bit perverse even to himself, he also pressed Wu Jun and the others' silence points to prevent them from babbling.

"Ugh! Oh!" Wu Jun groaned, glaring at Yang Qi.

"You spineless brat, I'll go on a killing spree for selling yourself!" Yang Qi kicked Wu Jun in the face, then disgustingly wiped the blood off the ground.

He expressionlessly raised the corn cob and slowly said, "Didn't you just say you wanted to mess with my sister? A little reciprocity, I saw a really good TV series at the museum the other day, I think it's called Thunderbolt. I really liked one scene, I bet you haven't seen it either, hmm! Experiencing it firsthand is much more useful than just telling me."

Yang Qi waved his hand, and his true energy sliced through Wu Jun's pants like a sharp knife. Then he stepped on Wu Jun's waist, grinning maliciously, and said, "Want to mess with that little duck with that matchstick, huh? Let me tell you, this makes me very unhappy! If I'm unhappy, I'll be grumpy, and if I'm grumpy, I'll want revenge. How? You want to mess with my sister, I'll mess with you ten times more, let you taste the power of a black man's cannon!"

With a swing of his hand, the corn cob was quickly shoved into Wu Jun's anus. Then, Yang Qi stomped down again, and instantly, only the tip of the corn was left outside.

"Ugh—" Wu Jun suddenly convulsed violently, then repeatedly banged his head against the ground until he passed out.

"No rush, one at a time." Yang Qi turned his head, looking at the others who were pale with fright, revealing a crazed expression.

Two of them were so frightened that they lost control of their bladders.

"Hahahaha…" Yang Qi's terrifying laughter echoed in the park.

Of course, I didn't know Yang Qi was such a pervert. I was only concerned about Xiao Ya, who was clinging to my back. My hands were pressed against her firm buttocks, and my back was being pressed against her soft breasts. I felt uncomfortable all over and just wanted to get home as soon as possible. Anything was better than being anxiously waiting on the street like this.

Finally, we got home. I breathed a sigh of relief and put Xiao Ya on the bed, then pondered what to do next.

It wasn't that I didn't know how to counteract the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, but the method wasn't exactly difficult, but it wasn't easy either. The method is actually quite simple: just apply hot water to the entire body. The problem is, someone with internal energy who has been poisoned by the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder is practically immobile, let alone able to apply hot water to their entire body.

Applying hot water to the entire body seems to be something only I can do. Unexpectedly! Encounters I never normally experience are now happening one after another.

If I just leave Xiaoya alone until she wakes up, the situation will be just as bad. Being poisoned by the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder doesn't cause immediate harm, just immobility. Plus, if this potent substance remains in the body for too long, it will damage bodily functions, affecting even after treatment. At that point, not only will Xiaoya's current internal energy be unable to be preserved, but she might even become like me, a cripple unable to accumulate internal energy.

I don't know if Xiaoya can accept becoming a cripple; after all, to put it bluntly, even beggars know martial arts these days, who knows if she'll go crazy because of it.

After thinking for a while, I finally decided to be the bad guy and started undressing Xiaoya. To be honest, deep down, I also had some hope.

Xiaoya's figure was truly impeccable. I'd already seen her in just a bra, and seeing her again still left me speechless.

After I removed her clothes, she was left wearing only a bra and panties. I was shocked again—my god! A black bra and light blue thong! And her genitals were bulging, a warm, moist sensation slowly spreading from my nose. I wiped it—and my nose bled…

Honestly, Xiaoya's skin was incredibly smooth, and her overall appearance was wonderful. Although I didn't dare touch her, my eyes kept involuntarily drawn to her.

I've seen my share of things; I've browsed countless pornographic websites since childhood, seeing countless beauties. Moreover, with advancements in virtual technology, pornographic films offer an immersive experience, but a voice inside always tells me it's all fake.

But Xiaoya wasn't fake. Seeing a beautiful girl I liked wearing only a bikini, so realistically, was naturally incredibly shocking.

My heart completely calmed down at that moment, as if time had stopped flowing. I just wished I would never wake up from this moment. Xu Shan, Yang Qi, and Wu Jun all disappeared into this breathtaking scenery.

It turns out, this world truly does have scenery that makes people linger.

It turns out, there really are those irresistibly beautiful girls.

It turns out, true beauty isn't something deliberately created, but rather the reality before your eyes.

I really wanted to touch what was before me, but I was also afraid of disrupting the tranquility and beauty of this moment. Urged on by the seductive voice in my heart, my hand slowly reached out, towards Xiaoya's breast.

I touched it! Finally, I grasped Xiaoya's breast again! Unlike that hasty squeeze in the park before, now I held Xiaoya's breast completely in my hands—it felt so perfect! Although not large, it was firm and elastic, warm and smooth—it was simply wonderful.

Perhaps I accidentally hurt Xiaoya, for she suddenly opened her mouth and let out a soft groan of pain, her face contorting unnaturally.

Ah! I felt as if I'd been punched hard, and I stumbled back several steps. What...what was I doing! Taking advantage of her in her vulnerable state, I'm worse than an animal, how am I any different from Wu Jun? This isn't how you like someone, it can't be like this.

After slapping myself, I used the pain to sober up from my lust, turned and ran into the bathroom, filling a basin with hot water. To keep the water warm, I closed the doors and windows tightly and turned the heater to its highest setting.

Then, I took a deep breath and began to wipe Xiaoya's beautiful body with a cloth.

As I wiped, I inhaled deeply the scent emanating from her body, closing my eyes to savor this rare opportunity. After a day of activity, Xiaoya's body had a scent that I both hated and loved.

Underarms, pretty face, smooth back, rounded shoulders, delicate hands, beautifully shaped long legs, snow-white insteps and toes, pink and crescent-shaped valley—when I wiped Xiaoya's buttocks, I couldn't help but thank her for wearing a thong, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to control myself.

The problem is, there are still a few of the most important private parts of a girl left to wipe. Although those areas don't have much space, will it cause the same problem? That stinky dad didn't mention it!

What to do?

It seems to be getting hotter and hotter; beads of sweat keep dripping from my forehead, as if I'm in an oven. The most suffering one is my cute little brother, which has been hard since earlier. I'm sorry, little brother, I can't take Xiaoya in this situation, even if, even if our relationship is very close.

Looking at her beautiful body bathed in sweat, glistening with droplets, I suddenly remembered the pornographic films I usually watch, and the seductive techniques in them. Ah! I've got an idea! I found a way to clean Xiaoya's private area without touching it, but her breasts...

I slapped myself hard again, banishing these bad thoughts from my mind. What time is it to be thinking about these things? I quickly walked over and helped Xiaoya up, sitting her on my lap and holding her in my arms. In this position, I could clearly feel the softness of Xiaoya's body, making my body tremble. I

took a deep breath, holding a damp towel, and with my other hand, I unhooked her bra and slid it inside to carefully wipe her breast.

Perhaps because we were both sweaty, my right hand, which was holding the bra strap, slipped and slipped inside Xiaoya's right bra, tightly grasping her smooth, tender breast. Xiaoya and I both shuddered simultaneously.

Not only was it incredibly elastic, but when I held that breast in my palm, I could clearly feel its extreme warmth and fullness.

Nothing is more stimulating than seeing the woman you love so helplessly at your mercy. My heart was pounding so hard I almost had a heart attack.

My body went limp, and I leaned back against the headboard. Xiaoya pressed against my chest, our heartbeats pounding in the silent space.

After a while, I pulled myself away from the tenderness and hurriedly wiped Xiaoya's breasts. Then, I took the towel and moved to her alluring lower body, pulling down her panties as much as possible and combing through her pubic hair. Inadvertently, some hair clung to my hand, rough yet smooth, almost making me want to explode. I stopped when I knew it was forbidden territory. I soaked the towel in hot

water again, then bent my legs and lifted Xiaoya's body, twisting the towel into a long strip. With my eyes closed, I opened the front of Xiaoya's panties and inserted the towel. Then, I opened the back of her panties, took the towel, and began to thrust back and forth.

This is a flirting technique from pornographic films, but in those films, people pull on their underwear to rub against a woman's genitals. I, on the other hand, am pulling on a towel. I really am a lustful devil. Even though I'm forced into this, don't I also crave doing this to Xiaoya? I wish it wasn't a towel moving inside Xiaoya's underwear, but that would absolutely violate my principles. I can't take advantage of her!

"Ah..." Perhaps the stimulation in her genitals was too intense, Xiaoya suddenly parted her lips slightly, letting out a mesmerizing moan.

Ugh! I couldn't resist!

I suddenly picked Xiaoya up, quickly put her on the bed, and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could. I unbuckled my belt, freeing my penis, and then began to vigorously masturbate.

That's right! This is masturbation; I'm relieving my sexual needs!

It's the 30th century, but I'm still the kind of boy who cares a lot about what girls think. Call me conservative, call me old-fashioned if you want, but if I had to possess Xiaoya in this situation, I'd rather relieve myself this way.

Whew! After a moment of unbridled activity, I collapsed backward, utterly exhausted, my hand resting on the bathroom window. I gasped for breath; my reflection was soaking wet, as if I'd just been pulled from the water.

In that instant, something strange happened!

The glass I was pressing against cracked and shattered, starting from the edge of my left hand. It then floated away from the frame, drifting around me, shimmering blindingly in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Chapter Seven ◆ Deep Affection

What... what's going on?

Is it my left hand again? As I focused my attention, my left hand seemed to gain a sense of life, burning hot again. It hissed against the wall, and wisps of white smoke rose from my palm, filling the surrounding area.

"Ah! What's going on?" I muttered to myself, filled with distress, looking at my left hand.

Now, my left hand felt like a timer iron, getting hot in no time. Worst of all… I frowned, looking at the floating glass around me, unsure what to do. At home, it's fine, but going out like this would be too shocking.

Domain power... it seems a bit like the willpower of superpowers, but what's with that restless heat, different from true qi? It's so surging, astonishing, and intense, it makes me a little scared.

Thinking of Wu Jun's disgusting face, as if branded with iron, and those people I sent flying dozens of meters with a single swing, I suddenly felt a sense of disgust for this inexplicable, terrifying power.

Perhaps I've become too used to being an ordinary person in reality, and suddenly possessing such powerful strength as in a game is a bit hard to accept.

Maybe I should just avoid this dangerous power for now...

As I closed my eyes and muttered to myself, a series of cracking sounds of shattering glass suddenly rang out around me. I opened my eyes and saw that the glass was all on the ground, broken, and my gloves had returned to normal temperature.

Huh? It can't be that effective! Just talking about it makes it all better?

I shook my hand frantically, then punched the wall hard. Ouch! Ouch! No dreams, no strange occurrences, absolutely nothing's wrong. It's so strange.

I remember Uncle Long Legs saying that once a domain shows signs of being broken, it will be an unstoppable chain reaction. Once it begins, it can only continue, not be stopped or reversed, just like time cannot be reversed. So why does my body feel like it's returned to the past?

Could it be that what defeated Wu Jun and his group wasn't my domain power? No, controlling the space within the domain at will—that's exactly what Uncle said, except the timing of the seal breaking is a bit off. Uncle said I could only break the seal when I'm twenty, but I'm only seventeen now.

Could it be my mood affecting it?

"No—"

Just as I was fretting, I heard Xiaoya's panicked voice outside.

"Xiaoya, what's wrong? Ouch..." I immediately ran out, forgetting about the glass on the ground. A sharp pain shot through my feet, and I stumbled and fell to the ground.

Xiaoya, please don't be hurt! I gritted my teeth, braced myself against the wall, and forced myself to walk out despite the pain.

"Don't look! Pervert!" A scream rang out, and then a dark shadow flashed before my eyes, followed by a loud slap as something hit my face.

Hearing that sound, I felt relieved. It was Xiaoya's voice. She must have woken up and realized she was only wearing so little clothing, hence the scream. To avoid embarrassment, I let the object remain on my face.

Hmm! My attention waned, and my mind started wandering to other things. This stuff on my face was wet, warm, and sticky. And why did it have such a strange smell? A little sour, a bit like sweat, a hint of urine, and a little sweet. An idea popped into my head: Could it be...?

Realizing what it was, I couldn't care less about Xiaoya's reaction anymore. I quickly ripped it off and saw stars.

Sure enough, it was the towel I'd used to wipe Xiaoya's genitals.

I looked up, both amused and exasperated. Xiaoya was curled up under the covers, her face as red as a ripe apple, staring at me.

Noticing me watching her, Xiaoya let out a soft moan, grabbed the corner of the blanket, and pulled herself under it. But a moment later, she poked her head out again, staring with her captivating eyes, and asked nervously, "I, I didn't, he, you, he, I didn't, what about that person?"

"What, what about what about that person?" I hadn't recovered from the shock of the towel, and answered her incoherently. This towel, did it mean, did it mean I indirectly kissed Xiaoya's private parts?

Ah! Heaven! Are you taking pity on my monk-like past? I'm sorry, my self-control is really not very strong, please don't test me anymore, I'm a rogue...

"I'm asking you, did that person do anything to me!" Seeing that I was giving irrelevant answers and daydreaming, Xiaoya became anxious, her eyes red, and her pretty eyes were about to cry.

"Which person?" I asked again, a large tear suddenly appearing in Xiaoya's eye. It seemed she thought I was just brushing her off, and even more so, she thought that person had already done that to her.

I never expected that Xiaoya, who was always so feisty, could be so charming when she was sad.

What nonsense am I thinking? Xiaoya is crying, I should be trying to comfort her, why am I thinking about such rubbish!

I slapped myself again, finally realizing what Xiaoya meant, and immediately said, "No, it's okay, Wu Jun didn't touch you, Yang Qi saved us."

In any case, I didn't want to tell Xiaoya about the domain for now, lest she think I deliberately let her be teased by Wu Jun, and then she would get angry.

"Really?" Xiaoya said with a hint of doubt.

"Really!" I excitedly raised my fist, saying confidently.

"Okay, okay, how could that thing..." Xiaoya said, glaring at the towel I was holding in mid-air, wrinkling her nose and biting her lower lip, looking like she was going to teach me a lesson.

"How am I supposed to explain this?" After a fraction of a second of thought, I decided to confess. Head bowed, hands hanging limply, I slowly recounted what had just happened, adopting the posture of a criminal confessing on television. Of course, I glossed over anything too explicit, trying my best not to attract Xiaoya's attention.

"So, you mean you saw my whole body?"

"Uh... I can't say it like that, actually..."

"And you touched... touched my whole body?" Even Xiaoya, a woman of the streets, stammered a bit when she said this.

"Through a towel, through a towel." I chuckled awkwardly.

"The towel is in your hand." Xiaoya said coldly.

"This..." Seeing Xiaoya's suddenly cold expression, I hurriedly threw the towel aside, feeling embarrassed. I also felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to say something.

But I had completely forgotten that my feet were riddled with shards of glass. I hadn't felt the pain earlier because I was worried about Xiaoya, but now, with my tense nerves relaxed, stepping on the hard ground again caused me to scream in agony and fall to my knees. Looking back, I saw bloodstains all along the path I'd taken from the bathroom.

The pain was excruciating, burning, and impossible to ignore, making it impossible for me to get up.

"What's wrong?" Xiaoya threw off the blanket and ran to me, squatting down and grabbing my hands, looking at me with obvious concern, seemingly unconcerned about the sight of her heaving breasts and soaked genitals exposed by her hands squeezing them.

"N-nothing." I felt like I was about to have another nosebleed. Oh God, please no! How could I ever face Xiaoya again?

"Your foot!" Xiaoya helped me to the bed and asked, "Where's the first-aid kit?"

"In that drawer over there." Xiaoya turned and ran off. Looking at her round, snowy buttocks behind her, I felt compelled to remind her, "There are some clothes in the wardrobe over there. You should put

some on." "You've seen and touched everything, do you still care?" Xiaoya smiled back, her stunning beauty making my breath quicken. Even so, Xiaoya put on one of my oversized shirts before going to get the first-aid kit.

Perhaps she had a valid reason; the distance between Xiaoya and me suddenly seemed much closer. Before, I didn't know her very well, only liking her coldness and her fiery temper.

That kiss was only because it was in a game; I dared to kiss her then. But now, that feeling made me feel very comfortable.

"Hmph! What are you thinking about again!" Xiaoya tapped my head, bringing me back to reality.

...

How could Xiaoya choose? She chose a white shirt? Although I'm quite tall, and my shirt covered Xiaoya's thighs, her small triangle was still occasionally glimpsed as she walked. I dared not imagine what that patch of darkness in the light blue was.

As for her upper body, Xiaoya was covered in sweat, and her white shirt became transparent as soon as she put it on. The shirt clung to her beautifully shaped body, practically naked, a half-concealed glimpse that only fueled men's fantasies. I... I'm going to die.

"Don't think like that! Don't look! Lie down properly and close your eyes!" Xiaoya tapped my forehead, giving a savage command.

"Yes, yes, I obey." Shortly after closing my eyes, I suddenly felt my legs being pulled up and placed on a smooth, elastic, and somewhat soft surface. Then, a sharp pain shot through my foot.

I jolted in pain, about to speak, when Xiaoya immediately said, "Don't move, I'm helping you remove the glass."

Her concerned voice made me secretly open my eyes. Xiaoya was letting my disgusting leg rest on her smooth thigh, bent over, holding a thin needle, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, carefully removing the glass from my foot.

Looking at her almost curled up in a ball, I suddenly felt she was so beautiful, more beautiful than anything else, beautiful as if she radiated an undeniable light. I knew my feelings for her had deepened.

After removing the glass, Xiaoya went to clean the bathroom windows, then turned off the heat and cleaned the room for me. She was acting like a perfect little woman; if I hadn't seen her kick people without mercy, I wouldn't have believed this Yang Xiaoya was the same Yang Xiaoya.

While Xiaoya went to take a shower, I endured the pain and went to the convenience store on the first floor to buy her underwear. After all, her underwear was wet and she couldn't wear it anymore.

Right, I forgot something important: Xiaoya's bra size! I didn't know what size Xiaoya was! With a wry smile, I could only reach out and try to recall Xiaoya's approximate breast size, then pick up bras one by one to compare.

Unsure, I bought five bras and a pair of panties at once. Fortunately, technology is advanced, and the convenience store clerks are all robots, so I wasn't too embarrassed.

As I entered, Xiaoya came out wrapped in a large towel. She looked at me in surprise and asked, "Where are you going?"

How big would a towel be for a grown man? Looking at Xiaoya, whose towel only reached her upper thighs, I quickly closed the door to prevent her from being exposed, and turned my head away, handing her the bag, saying, "These are for you."

My face was burning.

"Oh? What is it? Thank you!" Xiaoya's voice was full of laughter.

Then I heard the bathroom door close, and I breathed a sigh of relief, lying down on the bed. Strange, it felt like Xiaoya and I were living together; it was almost like a dream.

A little while later, the bathroom door opened again, and Xiaoya came out wearing the lingerie I'd bought for her. It was like a murderous assault on my eyes and nose—no, it was a direct assault on me.

"Hmm, it fits well. You're not bad!" Xiaoya turned around in front of me with an admiring look before smiling and going to get her clothes.

Of course, the allure of her turn made me groan against the pillow.

"Lei Zheng…" The sound of clothes being put on, then silence, then Xiaoya suddenly called my name.

"Wh-what is it?" Noticing the fading tenderness in Xiaoya's voice, my heart began to pound. Was the dream about to end?

"Just like you said, you did it today to save me from the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, that's why, that's why, anyway, that's what happened." Xiaoya stomped her foot playfully, turned her head away, and said, "Anyway, you can continue with your angel, and I'll continue with my..."

What! With your what? Realizing the hidden meaning in Xiaoya's words, it meant she already had someone she liked? I don't want to!

I jumped up from the bed with a whoosh, grabbed Xiaoya's hand, and said nervously, "You have a boyfriend?" "

You..." Xiaoya turned her head and looked at me.

"You have a boyfriend, don't you!" Is the bitterness in my heart a feeling called jealousy? Just thinking about Xiaoya lying in someone else's arms, being hugged and kissed by someone else, I was going crazy. My usual calmness had disappeared. I don't want this to happen!

"Let go of me!" Xiaoya flung her hand away, and I, who had no true energy, was immediately slammed against the wall.

"You don't, I..." My back slammed against the hard wall with a loud thud. Her expression tightened, she ran a few steps forward, then stopped, standing there looking quite troubled and hesitant.

"Who...is...him?" I asked, barely managing to stay upright on the bed, each word distinct. That strange voice seemed to come from a different throat. After all, I'm a normal person. How could I not feel agitated and angry knowing that the person I like already has someone else?

"I...don't, you do." Xiaoya turned around, saying somewhat sadly, "The whole school knows that you and Wu Jun are pursuing Xu Shan. I've seen Xu Shan holding your hand as we went home. Why do you care if I have a boyfriend? Does not having one change anything? The earth still keeps turning, and Xu Shan and you are still so close."

"No, it's not like that." I could only say in vain. Being fickle is indeed a man's greatest enemy. I couldn't even loudly tell Xiaoya that I only like her. My principles, my principles prevent me from deceiving the person I like.

"There's nothing between us, that's it..." Xiaoya paused, her small fists clenched suddenly, and she walked quickly towards the door.

"No!" I couldn't let Xiaoya leave like this. I had a feeling that if Xiaoya walked out of this door like this, there really would be nothing between us, even if we had progressed to that point today... This was purely a feeling, a terrifying feeling.

I chased after her, hugged Xiaoya from behind, and rested my head on her shoulder. Holding such a charming body, my heart was boiling, and the words I shouldn't have said suddenly burst out: "Don't go, I like you!"

Xiaoya's body stiffened, then she slowly pressed down on my hands that were holding her, and her body went limp in my arms.

Time seemed to stop for a moment.

Chapter Eight ◆ Another Victory

The teacher was explaining the history of the short-lived Qin Dynasty in front of a huge screen, but I couldn't concentrate on the lecture, fiddling with the pen in my hand. My

mind was in turmoil, which was a true reflection of my state of mind these past two days. I never imagined where I got the courage to confess to Xiaoya that day. At the time, it was just an impulse, nothing serious. But after a good night's sleep, and another day later, when I met Xu Shan on Monday, I realized I still couldn't clearly distinguish which of my feelings for Xiaoya and Xu Shan was true love.

To be honest, my physical intimacy with Xiaoya was far greater than my relationship with Xu Shan. But my mutual understanding with Xu Shan far surpassed my communication with Xiaoya.

You can't have your cake and eat it too. If it were anyone else, winning the favor of just one of them would be a blessing from their ancestors, a karmic connection cultivated over ten lifetimes. For me to be so picky—if the people who like them knew, they'd probably kill me, grind my bones to dust, and only then could they vent their hatred.

Wu Jun hasn't been to school for two weeks, and neither have his friends. The school announced that they joined a mysterious gang, got involved in a mysterious fight, and were mysteriously injured, currently hospitalized for observation. The announcement was full of mysteries, truly mysterious enough to keep many people paying attention to me—the one who fought with Wu Jun for Xu Shan—even my teachers started noticing me.

But I didn't care; I continued to do as I pleased. The world may be vast, but who am I, Lei Zheng, afraid of?

I was very curious about what had happened to Wu Jun and the others, so I tried to visit them at the hospital, but their families stopped me at the door, saying it wasn't convenient to receive visitors. The nurses who came out, however, all covered their mouths and chuckled when they heard my question, then shook their heads and left.

I asked Yang Qi, and he told me to find a TV series called "Thunderbolt Fire" to watch, find some pranks, and I'd know what he'd done.

Damn, that's too much trouble. Forget it, I don't have time to run around for that scumbag. As long as he doesn't do anything underhanded behind my back, that's fine.

As for this left hand, that strange domain power—I simply couldn't suppress my intense curiosity. He quietly raised his hand, examining it closely under the light. The fire-resistant black leather gloves reflected a strange light under the dim yellow light, a dazzling blackness that seemed to contain a universe within them.

"Excuse me, do you have a question?"

He remained silent, continuing to think.

"Excuse me, do you have a question?"

The surrounding noise began to subside.

"Lei, if you have a question, please speak."

Complete silence fell, except for occasional soft laughter.

"Lei Zheng!" A loud shout came from ahead. I vaguely remembered it being a teacher's voice? Two seconds later, I realized with a start that it wasn't just a vague sound; it was Old Tao's voice!

"Yes!" I jumped up and saw that the teacher's eyebrows were raised, forming an inverted V-shape, her facial muscles were twitching, and her mouth was trembling, as if she had been having a stroke.

This teacher, aside from being a bit short-tempered, was a good person and very kind to her students. Immediately, I couldn't help but say with concern, "Teacher Tao, you don't look well. Should you see a doctor?"

The whole classroom burst into laughter. I looked at them innocently, not understanding what I had said wrong. What was so funny about caring about a teacher?

"You, you…" Teacher Tao gasped for breath.

I was even more confused. Strange, I heard that this teacher also taught martial arts; she shouldn't have asthma or other respiratory problems. Why did she seem to be getting more and more uncomfortable?

Suddenly, my sleeve was tugged. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fasar secretly winking at me, pouting mysteriously. Damn it, you're not my girlfriend, what's with this "telepathic" thing? Who understands what you mean?

Over there, Teacher Tao's breathing seemed to have calmed down. He pointed to a battlefield scene on the screen and asked with a forced smile, "Lei, do you have any questions about the Battle of Changping?"

The Battle of Changping? I vaguely remember it; it was a major battle between the Qin and Zhao states during the Warring States period, more than three thousand years ago.

"The Qin-Zhao War?" I asked cautiously.

"That's right. This is the earliest and largest precedent for a siege battle in Chinese history. Do you have any different opinions about the actions of Bai Qi, Lian Po, or Zhao Kuo?"

Huh? Bai Qi? Lian Po? Zhao Kuo? Who are they? Looking at the screen, several names were indeed outlined. Besides the three Teacher Tao mentioned, there was also something about King Zhaoxiang of Qin.

"Um... Teacher, may I ask what they did?" Shame is a virtue, and as a student, I uphold the fine tradition of asking questions when I don't understand. I would never be afraid to ask questions.

"You ask me what they did?" Teacher Tao's originally rosy complexion began to turn pale, even tinged with blue, and her voice grew increasingly steady, revealing the true nature of a teacher.

"Bai Qi buried alive 350,000 Zhao soldiers, Zhao Kuo's theoretical discussions on paper..." Fasar added softly.

However, he was a step too late, because I had already asked, "Teacher, do you really not need to see a doctor? Your complexion is getting worse."

"Hahahaha..."

The surrounding laughter drowned out Fasar's voice and the teacher's increasingly heavy breathing. What was going on?

I was certain that what I had just said was grammatically correct! What was so funny that everyone had to laugh, even Fasar was laughing!

"You can leave if you don't want to attend my class, but please don't ruin other people's chance to learn!" Teacher Tao pointed at me, her tone unfriendly, almost as if she was about to slap me on the nose and yell at me.

Strange, what did I do to deserve this? What did Teacher Tao eat today to be so irritable?

"Fine, if I don't want to go, I won't. I didn't come to school anyway, I'll just download the materials and handouts for this class when I get back. The seniors said that when Teacher Tao is angry, don't argue with him, or it will definitely affect your final grade at the end of the year.

" "Sorry, teacher, I'm leaving." I packed up, bowed to the teacher, and quickly left the classroom. Many eyes followed my movements; it seems I'm one step closer to becoming a celebrity.

Walking on the vast campus, I was quite bored and wandered around aimlessly. The Huawu campus, nearly 100 square kilometers in size, was a size I couldn't even imagine in my wildest dreams. Watching people flying around on skateboards, I suddenly felt that walking around like this was quite nice.

"Excuse me, don't you have class?" A gentle voice pulled me out of that green grassland world.

Turning around, I saw a refined middle-aged man in casual sportswear and gold-rimmed glasses, smiling at me.

"Yes, you are..." I asked.

After all, Huawu has an adult continuing education department; who knows if this middle-aged man is a student or a teacher? If I called him by the wrong name, it would be a shame to be considered a generation younger.

"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. Hello, my surname is Lou, my given name is Lanxue, and I'm a special teaching assistant in the Psychology Department." He said, extending his broad hand.

Lou Lanxue? I was stunned for a moment when I heard this name . I immediately thought of the top ten fighter in the virtual fighting game, but it was impossible to meet him here, right? Their appearances were also different, but that refined and leisurely air was somewhat similar.

Despite my thoughts, I still subconsciously reached out and shook his hand, quickly replying, "Lei Zheng, a first-year student in the History Department."

"What, does the name Lou Lanxue remind you of the top ten fighters in Divine Sword and Cloud?" Lou Lanxue then asked a question that surprised me greatly.

Seeing my surprised expression, he chuckled, "My nephew also loves that game. He told me the strongest player in it shares the same name as me."

"Really? Is your nephew very good?" I couldn't help but perk up. It was rare to meet someone familiar with virtual fighting games. Although there seemed to be an age gap, strangely, Lou Lanxue's gentle tone made it seem easy to communicate with him.

Perhaps this was the influence of a psychological teaching assistant!

The conversation was quite pleasant. Lou Lanxue's knowledge of virtual fighting games was clearly not that of a novice. We talked at length, discussing the game's strengths and weaknesses, areas for improvement, and areas for strengthening. Finally, the conversation had to end because Lou Lanxue received a phone call.

"I'm sorry, I have some company business to attend to. Here's my business card, contact me when you have time." Lou Lanxue apologized while taking out a magnetic disk.

I immediately reached out, aligned my World Ring with the disk, and a flash of red light recorded all of Lou Lanxue's information.

"Well then, let's talk again when you have time." Lou Lanxue smiled, waved, and turned to leave.

"Want to talk again?" I smiled and shook my head, watching Lou Lanxue's retreating figure. This chance encounter was just a tiny, insignificant interlude in our lives, disappearing like a spring breeze in a few days.

My world ring contains information on over a thousand people, but I only maintain regular contact with less than ten. The others are just quietly displayed there, never to be spoken to again. With the advancement of technology, the barriers between people are deepening, which is why academies so strongly encourage attending classes at school.

After all, once you enter society, you spend several times more time facing machines than people. If you don't build your social circle before entering society, you won't have many opportunities afterward.

At least most people met their wives and best friends during their time at academy, which shows that this policy has been successful.

I checked my watch, 3:30. Okay, time to pick Shan up from school.

The choice between two options is annoying, but I still really enjoy being with Xu Shan. As I said before, Xu Shan's smile is very warm, and being with her is very comfortable.

"You've come." When I walked up to Xu Shan, she didn't flash her usual bright smile. She just said it faintly and then walked past me with a somewhat indifferent expression.

As she walked away, her body stirred up a gust of wind, but that wind couldn't blow away the confusion in my heart.

Hmm? She seemed a little off yesterday, almost forcing a smile, and today she's even more unpredictable.

"What happened?" I caught up with her, walking beside her, and asked gently.

A question suddenly crossed my mind: Could it be that Xu Shan knows about Xiao Ya and me? Impossible. Aside from in the game and at my house, I've never run into Xiao Ya at the academy. I don't know why she doesn't contact me. It seems like she's very friendly when we meet, but otherwise acts like I don't exist. This hot-and-cold treatment is too unpredictable and makes me uncomfortable.

I'm a man with pride.

"No, nothing happened," Xu Shan replied, her eyes completely unfocused.

Something must have happened. Seeing Xu Shan's distraught appearance, I'm even more certain. The Xu Shan I know isn't like this; she wouldn't be this dejected.

"What happened? You know how I treat you. You can tell me anything, you can tell me if you're unhappy." I held her hand and said in a sincere, low voice. Xu Shan's hand was ice cold.

Xu Shan glanced at me, silently shook her head, and continued walking.

"Shan..." I looked around. Indeed, there were quite a few people on this street, not a good place to talk.

I took her notes and pulled her along forcefully. She let me pull her, following behind without saying a word.

When we got to the elevator and reached the rooftop, Xu Shan leaned against the wall. I placed my hands on her shoulders, staring intently into her lonely eyes, and said earnestly, "What happened? You know how I treat you..."

But what troubled me was that what I thought was normal today seemed inappropriate. A single sentence I had just shattered the mask Xu Shan was wearing.

Glistening tears welled up and streamed down Xu Shan's delicate face, landing on her pale chest.

"W-what's wrong?"

Looking at her pitiful, tearful face, had my rudeness frightened her? I frantically grabbed my clothes to wipe away her tears, but found them too rough. I rummaged through all my pockets, then remembered I wasn't a woman; why would I bring tissues to school? Finally, I reached out my index finger and gently wiped away the tears on Xu Shan's face.

To be honest, this gesture was a bit presumptuous, but I thought it was more appropriate in this situation.

Watching Xu Shan cry, I suddenly felt as if something sharp was stabbing my heart, a pain so intense it made breathing difficult, an unbearable feeling.

"How have you treated me?" Xu Shan's voice was hoarse.

How have I treated you? The question caught in my throat; I didn't know how to continue. To be honest, I never told Xu Shan that I wanted to pursue her, which led to the whole college knowing that Wu Jun was after her. Anyone who showed interest in Xu Shan was punished by him. It was only because I boldly stayed by Xu Shan's side that rumors spread that I also wanted to pursue her, and I never denied it.

This is my problem. Xu Shan is very attractive to me, almost as attractive as Xiao Ya. Xiao Ya's fiery temper versus Xu Shan's gentleness—I can't choose. Do I have the courage to tell another girl I like her? I don't know, I really don't know. I hate this indecisiveness of my own!

Seeing that I didn't speak, Xu Shan's face darkened. She lowered her head slightly, looking at my chest, her shoulders trembling slightly. "

Don't cry anymore, don't look unhappy anymore. I love your smile, that warm smile like sunshine, so please don't cry anymore." Something felt like it was about to explode in my chest.

I grabbed Xu Shan's hand and held it tightly: "I'll always be by your side. I...I...I really like you, so much."

Oh God! "You might as well just let me die!" Although national policy allows polygamy, he told another girl he liked her just two days ago, and now he's saying it again—what kind of sincerity is that?!

"You won't leave me?" Xu Shan looked up, her swollen eyes fixed on me.

"Yes!" I nodded heavily.

"Yes..." Xu Shan suddenly hugged me tightly and burst into tears.

Instinctively, I responded by hugging Xu Shan's delicate body.

I didn't know what had happened, and I didn't want to know anymore. At this moment, I didn't want to be separated from Xu Shan. Even if people saw us, it didn't matter. I didn't care about the surprised, angry, or jealous gazes.

The world was just the two of us.

It seemed like lovers who had loved each other since the beginning of time but were forced apart had finally found each other today after searching for millions of years, and they never wanted to be apart again.

Chapter Nine ◆ The Wise Jia Xu

After a while, Xu Shan seemed to realize that her actions had been too enthusiastic. She hurriedly let go of my hand, pushed me away, and wiped her tears while awkwardly laughing, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now."

"It's okay, hehe!" I smiled foolishly, looking at Xu Shan's renewed smile, and suddenly felt so great. Making the school beauty smile through her tears wasn't something an ordinary person could do.

I subconsciously glanced at my watch. Whew! Damn, time was running out. I had planned to earn some extra money today, but Xu Shan suddenly ruined my plans. Although... (w//r\s/h\\u) it was a good thing she didn't refuse.

"I want to be alone for a while. Could you... leave first? I'm sorry..." Xu Shan's voice was gentle, but her expression was resolute.

Great! A girl's reserve—Xu Shan's reserve came at such a perfect time, so opportune. I'm so grateful. After the initial excitement, I carefully rubbed my hands together and asked with feigned concern, "Really?"

"Yes!" Xu Shan took the handouts from my hand and turned her back to me.

"Then, don't overthink it." I turned my head away and left the rooftop.

What could possibly make me give up the opportunity to further develop my relationship with Xu Shan? Of course, it was working.

I was just a poor student. My irresponsible father had said he was going out to learn the true essence of martial arts when I was ten, and he never came back. My aunt gave me living expenses, but they were dwindling. Perhaps she simply felt that her son, who wasn't related to me by blood, was a burden!

Therefore, I had no choice but to do odd jobs to earn a living. Thinking back, it was an incredibly painful experience, like being a medical model at school and a babysitter.

But thankfully, three years ago, Hope Software added a weekly winner's bonus to the game to increase the appeal of virtual fighting. The bonus ranged from five hundred to five thousand Federal Credits, and the bonus would be deposited into the individual's account via a World Ring password—convenient and secure.

During that time, desperately poor, I spent all my time in the game, except for enough money for food, constantly racking up prize money and rapidly increasing my score. This also provided me with the funds to get into Huawu University. It's fair to say that without virtual fighting, I wouldn't be a student at Huawu University. What a relief!

After entering the game, I finally breathed a sigh of relief; I almost missed today's match by a second.

Today's match was a bit special, a combination of survival and challenge modes. Unlike before, the system didn't announce the top ten when entering the match, so everyone was much more cautious when facing their opponents.

I rushed towards my destination, destroying any humanoid-like objects I encountered along the way—children, swordsmen, scholars, the elderly, women, and even infants. After all, the number of participants in virtual combat was countless, and many possessed advanced skills in disguise and impersonation. To avoid unnecessary ambushes and reduce my enemies, I simply fought my way through.

Thus, I marched towards the summit of Mount Tai, to the base of Zuo Hu, one of the ten demon generals under the command of the great god Xiao Bie, known as "Mature Woman Madman."

The ten demon generals were played by employees of Hope Software, incredibly powerful fighters no less than the ten strongest warriors, each with their own unique specialties—in short, a headache to deal with. I only managed to defeat two after accumulating over 800,000 points, obtaining 2,000 Federal Coins and some very valuable items.

I wouldn't let anyone else have such good stuff; anyone who stood in my way would be killed without mercy!

The closer I got to Mount Tai, the more obstacles I encountered. Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Qingcheng—you name it, they were there, swords, spears, axes—it was like a weapons exhibition.

Just past Doumu Palace, several figures jumped out, holding long, gleaming objects, lined up, and shouted simultaneously, "Halt! We are the Four Heroes of Qingcheng…"

Screw you! I don't care about these Qingcheng cowardly heroes! I kicked out, sending one of them flying more than ten meters. Then, using the momentum, I spun in mid-air and unleashed a powerful sweeping kick, like a dragon's tail, sending the three stunned men who had been watching my rapid attack flying to who-knows-where.

Boring bastards, having to announce their names before fighting? Isn't that just asking for death?

I dusted off my feet and continued onward.

※※※

Mountain Climbing Path.

Eighteen bald monks stood before me, wielding long staffs, their imposing presence and fierce expressions showing no trace of the compassion expected of monks.

Could this be the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin? However, I doubt it, because their skin color is quite normal.

"We are the Eighteen Bronze Men of Shaolin!" Unfortunately, reality often disappoints.

Strange, bronze men? Their skin is very white! And every week, the strongest sect receives a fixed reward, how could they possibly have time to participate in this kind of one-on-one battle? The leading monk

shouted loudly, his staff wielding with fierce power, bringing with it a gust of sandstorm that stung to the bone.

Good heavens, this one move alone is much stronger than those four bears from before.

"Take your life!" The monk thrust his staff straight at me, a very ordinary yet powerful move, Black Tiger Steals the Heart!

Damn, he wants to take my life, Lei Zheng's life, no, my Shadow's life, with just this one move? He's seriously underestimating the top ten!

With one percent of my strength plus my index finger, I froze the rapidly spinning wooden staff in mid-air, but I didn't expect the monk's skill to be so good, forcing my finger back several centimeters.

Dragon Gate Three Waves! With feet spread apart, I took a stance, my fingers transforming into palms, my palms swiftly meeting the wooden staff. In an instant, immense true energy transformed into a terrifying shockwave, layer upon layer, like a surging tide, three layers in total, piercing the center of the staff and pouring into the monk's body.

"Ugh—!" the monk screamed in agony as the staff shattered into dust in a flash, and I sent him tumbling off the mountain path. Even a top-ten martial artist would lose half their combat power after being hit by my full-force Three Waves.

Although I've only used one percent of my power so far, it's still more than these people can withstand.

Standing before the remaining seventeen monks, my long hair fluttering in the air, hands behind my back, I coldly said, "I am Shadow."

Monks, do you still dare to challenge me knowing I am Shadow? Get out of my way if you don't want to die, or your sect's points will decrease, and don't blame me.

I seem to have become a bit violent today. Actually, I didn't need to use the Three Waves against that guy, simply because it's the fastest, most satisfying, and most ruthless. When did I, who was always so meticulous in my calculations, become a violent maniac like Oda Shinichi?

I guess it's because I'm obsessed with games. This week I've been too close to those two beauties, Xiaoya and Xu Shan, leaving me severely sexually frustrated. Poor me, a grown man, can only vent my burning desires in games.

No wonder there are so many psychopathic killers in history; completely destroying your opponent is indeed incredibly satisfying.

"Will you choose to stop me?" Coming back to my senses, the monks in front of me were still holding their clubs, huddled together, clearly trying to avoid a repeat of my earlier attack—a declaration of war against my identity, perhaps?

I subconsciously glanced at my left hand. Out of habit, I still chose to wear a black leather glove on my left. Perhaps it's psychological, but my left hand felt a little hot, a little burning.

The sharp whistling wind snapped me out of my daze and back into fighting spirit. Two wooden sticks attacked from the left and right, with another close behind, aiming straight for my center.

Tai Chi, like a seal, like a barrier!

I formed a ball with both hands, fingers spread wide, creating a barrier of true energy in front of me. Instantly, the two sticks, about a meter away, seemed to be stuck in a sponge, only able to move forward slowly.

The two monks' faces showed horror.

What a joke, the real show was yet to come. My true energy barrier could slow them down. To the one behind them, he would only wonder why his fellow monks' bodies had suddenly slowed down. That was the moment of confusion I wanted.

I activated two percent of my power, my hands jerking, the viscous true energy abruptly changing, transforming from defensive to lethal, shattering the two monks' sticks. I immediately closed in, pressing my palms against their chests, using my favorite technique: the inch strike!

Two screams rang out, and the monks' clothes were torn, revealing dark palm prints on their chests.

Hey! When did I learn Iron Palm? It's so inexplicable, the program must have malfunctioned!

Never mind that, victory is the most important thing. My old friends from Jianzhong once said that for anyone, picking up girls requires time, money, and energy, especially since I'm dealing with two super beauties. There are so many people from Huawu, and some third and fourth-year students haven't returned yet. I wouldn't dare say my charm is invincible; it's better to make money quickly and establish relationships with these two beauties.

As for who I like more, who I love, I'll think about that when I have time.

Leaning to the left, I weaved between two monks, delivering a powerful shoulder strike. My shoulder, imbued with the immense true energy I'd gained from exchanging over 900,000 points of true energy, was no weaker than superalloy steel. The third monk, staff and all, was sent flying like a cannonball. I heard a cracking sound from his chest; his ribs were likely shattered.

Seizing the momentum, I landed on my toes and simultaneously stood up, my hands coming together like blades, flashing and tumbling in front of me—the Overlord Soul-Destroying Blade! Countless vacuum blades, accompanied by a chilling whistling sound, cleaved the ground in pieces.

Several more monks were rendered unable to rise by my blows. The remaining few exchanged glances, turned, and fled.

Of course, I wouldn't let them go. With a few leaps, I was behind them, unleashing a barrage of punches that easily obliterated them all. What Eighteen Bronze Men? Even if you were equipped with Iron Shirt and Golden Bell Shield, you wouldn't be a match for the young master. Do you think you're Jing Ji?

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Noon, Zhongtian Gate.

Looking at the astonishing array before me, I couldn't help but sigh, and even more questions arose within me. When would the Wudang Big Dipper Sword Formation and the Shaolin Arhat Formation be used together? Leaving aside the secrecy surrounding the formations, if they all lost to the same person, while I would certainly gain a lot of points, their sect's total score... ha! They'd become a minor sect next week.

Was it worth it just to stop me?

"I am Shadow, Demon King Shadow." This time, I spoke somewhat weakly. If Jia Xu were here, he would definitely use his wisdom to completely fool these brainless bastards, making them all obediently make way. That most intelligent guy among the top ten could definitely do it. My

body still had 96% of its fighting strength remaining, but if I used that thing, I could definitely retain about 90% of my power after clearing out these guys.

Should I still use the Forbidden Whip?

The two-meter-long whip, capable of extending up to thirteen meters at the user's will, coiled around my waist. While not as powerful as the whip of Grand Tutor Wen in the Investiture of the Gods, known as the Thousand-Mile God-Slaying Whip, capable of extending at will, it was still a weapon specially created for me by the company after my victory over the Demon God General, making it a divine artifact.

No, it should be the most precious item. Even if I die in the game, the whip will automatically return to my account—it's an incredibly valuable item. With this, I'm too lazy to participate in those boring, precious item competitions for the "Number One Sword Under Heaven.

" "Fight, then!"

With a swift movement, the jet-black whip flew out like a dragon, hundreds of whip waves surging in all directions. With such a good weapon, I'm not stupid enough to rush into the battle formation to my death. Under the lashes of the forbidden whip, the monks and Taoists were forced to retreat. Each lash contained my terrifying power, and the forbidden whip itself was impervious to water and fire, unharmed by swords or blades, and delivered with tremendous force despite its lightness—far superior to their ordinary weapons that cost only a few dozen points.

Soon, I noticed the force of the counterattacks weakening in a certain area. I laughed loudly, and a flurry of whip shadows flashed across the sky like a black tidal wave, countless shadows streaking through the air.

A scream rang out as a monk, struck by my whip, staggered back several steps, coughed up blood, and disappeared into the crowd. Another player had left. I flicked my wrist, catching the monk's flying wooden staff and using it as an extension of the forbidden whip, swinging it left and right, sending two Taoists who had rushed at me while my whip was still extended flying away.

Invincible at all times!

I stood at the center of the black tornado storm formed by the forbidden whip, walking step by step towards the Cloud Bridge. All 107 monks and 26 Taoists were helpless against me; the moment they made contact, they were rendered unable to rise again and were forced out of the game.

However, this also rapidly depleted my combat power, leaving me with only 94% in no time.

Time for a different strategy…

The black shadows vanished, and before the crowd could recover from the fierce attack, I used the Swift Movement technique combined with the forbidden whip's pinpoint strikes, instantly eliminating more than ten people. By the time they reacted, my forbidden whip had struck seven or eight more.

But what annoyed me most was being forced into the center of the formation.

A look of relief, of finally being able to retaliate, appeared on their faces.

They underestimated me! The price was death!

I switched the whip to my left hand, flicked my wrist, and the whip shot up like a serpent, suddenly transforming into a long, thin iron rod, piercing the throats of two Taoists.

With another flick of my left hand, the long whip swept across the entire area, engulfing the still-present Taoist's body. Simultaneously, I charged forward, unleashing a barrage of techniques—the Tongbei Fist, the Inch Punch, the Dragon Gate Three Strikes, the Overlord Soul-Destroying Blade—everything I knew and could use, determined to clear the area in the fastest and most energy-efficient way.

When I finally tightened the neck of the last monk, it had taken seventeen minutes and twenty seconds, leaving me with 91.5% of my fighting strength. Damn it, what if there are any of the top ten on the mountain later? I really don't know who has such charisma to send so many fools to their deaths.

However, there were no more enemies along the way, probably because they were wary of the black whip in my hand. After all, it was common knowledge that the Demon King Shadow possessed the forbidden whip. And with the forbidden whip, I could fight to a draw with the top ten, Loulan Xue, who wielded the "World."

At the South Heavenly Gate, a figure in blue stood far away, gently waving a white feather fan.

Seeing this figure, my heart skipped a beat, and my heart pounded several times. No way! Could it be him?

The closer I got, the more nervous I became. My grip on the whip tightened unconsciously, the veins bulging.

"A friend has come from afar, is it not a pleasure? Shadow, we meet again."

The man held a feather fan, had a five-stranded beard, and exuded the air of a scholar. Tall and slender, with a refined and elegant appearance, his deep eyes, like Ao Yunxiao's, possessed captivating blue pupils that shimmered with a mysterious wisdom. He truly looked like a celestial being.

However, I felt no admiration whatsoever. On the contrary, I felt incredibly troubled. If this person was also going to stop me, then I would have no chance to defeat Zuo Hu today. Because this person was none other than Jia Xu, the legendary wisest among our top ten, though ranked last! It's

impossible to even think about him during the day, let alone see him. I had only vaguely remembered Jia Xu being here, but I never expected him to actually be here.

Why are so many people blocking my way instead of challenging Zuo Hu? Who orchestrated this whole thing? Almost every prestigious sect has sent someone; it can't be unorganized. This person even seems to be at Jia Xu's beck and call, but can someone truly command Jia Xu? I have my doubts.

With Jia Xu's wisdom, Zuo Hu isn't so daunting; even with only 400,000 to 500,000 points, defeating Zuo Hu is possible.

Jia Xu—a guy you can trust as a friend, but a hated enemy—a man you both love and hate!

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