I transmigrated into a martial artist world with a system cheat, only to have my fate grabbed by the male lead right at the start?
【Beep——Yellow Alert. Host is in a critical state, 70% ...
Just as Liang Baoyu said, Wanbaoge was bullied because his brother didn't come.
After moving to Dingtian Academy, Liang Ting began a comprehensive investigation into the academy's situation.
There's a reason why Liang Baoyu's business has always been lukewarm. The Treasure Pavilion in the academy is the undisputed leader in its kind. It has a long history and a mature business. The only reason Liang Baoyu can still operate next door is because of the fine bamboo talismans he sells.
So he decided to try a different approach and try to get local specialties from Dongxu Kingdom to sell.
The comings and goings at the docks also depended on power.
If the background is completely innocent, then the person who was cheated or bullied is the one who got scammed.
So he went to see Shang Yanting first, and the two chatted for an afternoon.
When Liang Ting left, he was satisfied, and Shang Yanting was also pleased with the terms he had offered. Making money is something professionals should handle.
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Even though the peak master is the most powerful person in the academy, he is still divided into three classes: upper, middle, and lower.
The pinnacle of society is led by the four deans.
Among them, the peaks owned by the direct and collateral descendants of the four great families are all referred to as the upper class.
In addition, there are some peak masters who have reached the late stage of Martial King or the peak of Martial King, whose fame is far-reaching and whose peaks have thousands of disciples and are also classified as the upper class.
The peak in the middle of the stream is led by a Martial King, whose master has over a hundred disciples and enjoys a very high reputation.
Third-rate peaks are either newly established or small peaks with martial arts masters who mainly focus on refining weapons and making medicine.
Today, Xianlong Peak is just a third-rate mountain, and it is still a long way from being a truly great peak.
At the same time, Shang Yanting was a person that was valued and fought over by various powerful forces.
With the establishment of Xianlong Peak, he finally faced pressure from Wanqi, Gongyang, Helian, the Qu family, and other forces.
Coercion and enticement.
Various traps were set.
While attaching oneself to a powerful force can indeed save a lot of trouble, the price is that Xianlong Peak has crippled itself at its weakest point. It will no longer be an independent peak; all its future actions will be subject to the dictates of others.
Shang Yanting's past experience told him that comfortable dependence is not as good as painful independence.
Neutrality is essential to avoid being used as a weapon or a shield in the future.
He was all alone, dealing with these people one after another, having to carefully consider even the smallest words he uttered, bearing considerable pressure.
These people came more and more frequently, clearly showing that they were getting impatient with Shang Yanting's evasive tactics.
"Dear host, did they bully you?"
Jia Qitong didn't quite understand the power struggles between these factions, but he could glean some insights from their attitudes each time they came.
"fine."
Whenever he wanted to kill that arrogant person, seeing Jia Xitong would calm him down a bit.
Indeed, if you don't stand tall enough, you'll be bullied.
He gently rubbed the raccoon's worried, furry face. "I'll take care of these things. Don't worry, things will get better."
If she doesn't care about him, who will?
But she doesn't know anything and isn't strong enough.
"Dear host, please go out more often when you have time."
Jia Xitong looked at him and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you're not happy staying here, we'll go somewhere else."
Other countries are acceptable.
Returning to Azure Frost Peak is also an option.
After she finished speaking, she jumped from the table onto his shoulder and added, "Then we can travel the world together with our swords."
"Now that we've all run away, they can't bully us anymore!"
Jia Xitong has a loud voice; it could be heard from the yard to the next door, and even Uncle Karl, who was just about to leave for work, could hear it.
Good morning, Uncle Carl.
She wasn't embarrassed at all. "We were just discussing traveling the world with swords. Should we travel to other places together in the future?"
"I'm not going."
Uncle Carl was a homebody; the furthest he ever went was the school gate.
Coupled with his naturally world-weary face, it's hard to imagine whether Uncle Carl had any friends before she came.
One morning
Shang Yanting was out on business and had not returned, while Jia Xitong was preparing to cultivate.
Uncle Karl, who was supposed to be flying over the academy, suddenly returned ahead of schedule.
Docar stopped just above Jia Xitong, casting a shadow over where she was sitting.
"Come up."
Uncle Karl lifted the raccoon below as if it were a chick, and then Dokar soared into the sky.
Startled by the commotion, Niu Chuanchuan ran out of the house, but returned to the house when he saw the small, fist-sized monster in the sky.
"Uncle Carl, where are we going?"
Jia Xitong sat down in her seat and fastened her seatbelt.
"I'll take you out to eat."
Uncle Carl was a ruthless man who didn't talk much.
After saying that, he looked at the raccoon, untied her deliberately styled bun, and tied her bangs that covered the dragon scales into a high ponytail.
Jia Xitong: ?
We've arrived at our destination.
It was a secluded little tavern, practically empty.
The page outside the door led her by the hand, while Uncle Karl carried her inside.
The private room was already occupied.
About ten middle-aged men and women greeted Uncle Karl warmly as he entered.
"Okay, everyone, please sit down."
Uncle Carl went straight to the last seat and said, "The reason I'm out for dinner today is to introduce you to my young friend."
As he spoke, he placed Jia Xitong on the table.
"This is a fine barrel."
A dozen or so middle-aged men and women were stunned, staring at the dragon horns and scales on her head. "Does it have dragon blood?"
"Um."
Uncle Carl nodded, then introduced Jia Xitong, "Xitong, this is your Uncle Xiong."
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