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"Shameless Xia Ping! You stole my secret manuals, snatched my pills, and even took my fiancée! We cannot live under the same sky!"
"He is the shame of the martial dao, a parasite upon humanity; he is a total piece of scum."
"He stops at nothing. He even steals lollipops from three-year-olds and won't help an old lady cross the street."
"He causes trouble everywhere. The geniuses of every major family have been thrashed by him; it is enough to incite the wrath of both gods and men!"
On Planet Yanhuang, countless martial experts gnashed their teeth at Xia Ping, wishing they could grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes to the wind.
Yet, facing this mountain of hatred, Xia Ping calmly pulled up the "Super Hatred System" interface. He stroked his chin while looking at the various treasures displayed.
I have already gathered so many Hate Points. I wonder if I should exchange them for the Saint-grade Chaos Pill, the peerless Tathagata Palm, or perhaps the divine Universe Cauldron? What a headache.
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The ancients said: The Hidden Dragon rises from humble beginnings. But I say: True Emperors are forged in the ranks!
Luo Yu was the bastard son of the Great General. To win a title for his mother and legitimize her name, he resolutely joined the army.
Armed with the memories of a traveler from another world, Luo Yu began his journey as a lowly pawn on the frontier, clawing his way up, step by bloody step.
He never expected the Seven Nations of the realm to be locked in such endless chaos. Powerful clans stood thick as forests, while the common people were treated like straw dogs, sacrificial fodder for the ambitious.
"If that is the case… then I shall take this world for myself!"
In the end, Luo Yu stirred the winds and clouds of the Imperial Court, trampled over ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, and ascended the Throne of the Nine-Five.
When the Imperial Robes finally draped over his shoulders, his black armor and mystic banners covered the heavens and the earth!
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“Dad, you want me to play a spoiled, arrogant rich kid… but I’m too honest for that. How am I supposed to pull it off?”
“No need to act. Just tone it down a little.”
…
His father is Su Rui, once known as the strongest soldier-king.
His mother is Junshi, a legendary tactician once feared across battlefields.
And his name is Su Wuji.
He inherited both the strongest body and the sharpest mind.
But he only wanted one thing—to slack off and rot in peace.
Day after day, he indulged in wine, women, and wild nights.
Nightclubs. Yachts. Scandals. Pretty faces on his arm. And a reputation that stank to high heaven.
Everyone who knew him thought the same:
This guy? A waste of a good bloodline.
But no one imagined that behind that useless facade… was the ‘Shadow Heir’ of the Su Family.
He stood in the dark, stirred the storm, and sent tremors through the world of light.
The Su Family—once hailed as the number one family under heaven—had hidden their name for twenty-five years.
Time buried their glory. The world forgot their name.
But now, as Su Wuji cast aside the mask of the useless playboy, the strongest bloodline rose from the ashes.
The storm had returned.
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Chi Ying was to marry Prince Zhao in her legitimate elder sister's stead. The man was a sickly invalid who had lost his sight. She figured that a frail man like him would not live long. Once he passed away, she would be able to regain her freedom as quickly as possible.
But after the wedding, she discovered that Prince Zhao was not only gloomy and temperamental but also harbored a ruthless streak. He took a perverse pleasure in tormenting her. His favorite pastime was "studying" her body with malicious intent, tracing her features inch by inch with his fingertips, leaving behind his own indelible marks upon her skin.
Chi Ying could only swallow her tears and endure it.
To everyone's surprise, Prince Zhao did not die. Instead, he slaughtered his father and brothers, purged his rivals, and ascended to the imperial throne, standing above tens of thousands. As the substitute bride, Chi Ying naturally assumed she should return the prestigious position of Princess Consort to her elder sister. After all, the Emperor was blind. He surely had no idea what his bedmate actually looked like.
Chi Ying fled a thousand miles away to the lush lands of Jiangnan. She never expected that on a rainy night, the man would appear at her doorstep draped in dragon robes. Chi Ying was pinned into a corner with nowhere to flee. Not only could he see now, but his gaze burned with an intense heat as he stared at her. His fingertips slowly, deliberately climbed her cheek.
"So, this is what my A-Ying looks like."
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice if you sent a counterfeit? Your earlobes flush at the slightest touch. Your collarbones are so deep they could hold a cup of wine. Your waist fits perfectly in a single hand. There is an old scar three inches below your navel, and your legs bear the marks of my teeth. A-Ying, I know every inch of you."
Chi Ying's face turned a deep crimson, her toes curling in shame.
She had expected a heavy punishment for her deception, but instead, he personally handed her the Phoenix Seal.
Of course, his "punishment" followed soon after. From that day on, she enjoyed the exclusive favor of the Pepper Chamber. There was never another soul in the Emperor's harem.
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