Luo Family

As the notification that his application had been successfully submitted faded from the light screen, Tang Ping let out a long sigh of relief.

Most of his classmates in the classroom were still agonizing over their choices, but he had already packed up his personal terminal and walked toward Liu Hui in the back row, one of the few good brothers he had in this class.

"Hui, it's done. Galaxy Warrior University." Tang Ping patted Liu Hui on the shoulder, his tone carrying the lightness of a heavy burden being lifted.

Liu Hui had been frowning at the list of choices on his light screen; hearing this, he looked up abruptly, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. "Nice, Brother Ping! I knew you'd make it into a top-tier institution! I'm still here debating whether to apply to the Luo Family's affiliated military academy."

The two huddled together at a desk and began chatting about their future plans.

Liu Hui's talent wasn't as great as Tang Ping's, so he planned to enter a military academy first to gain experience and strive to join the Luo Family's security fleet in the future.

"Brother Ping, we have to make a pact!" Liu Hui extended his fist. "We have to meet on the virtual network at least once a year. If I'm still a low-level grunt by then, you've got to pull your brother up!"

Tang Ping smiled and bumped fists with him. "No problem. By then, I'll show you what a true interstellar powerhouse looks like."

After reminiscing for a while, the two said their goodbyes at the classroom door.

As he walked out of the teaching building, the golden glow of the sunset spilled onto the school's "energy track," and Tang Ping felt exceptionally refreshed.

He had shaken off that gold-digger Zhang Min, awakened the Spiritual Telekinesis he had dreamed of, and had the subsidies and inheritance from the Luo Family in his hands. As long as he cultivated diligently in university, the position of a Universe Level powerhouse was not out of reach.

Universe Level... Tang Ping pondered to himself. If I'm lucky enough to become a Domain Lord or even a legendary World Lord, I'll enjoy millions of years of life. By the time Luo Feng becomes the Lord of the Galaxy, I might even be able to ride his coattails and truly achieve immortality.

When that time comes, what won't I have? I'll be able to do whatever I want!

As for women, he had long since seen through them.

In his past life at 32, the savings he had scraped together from working overtime were looked down upon during blind dates because his "job wasn't stable," while those same women would turn around and fawn over rich men, partying all night long.

But in this world where strength was supreme, the situation was completely different.

A clever housewife cannot cook without rice, but if you have the rice, the clever housewives will come to cook!

Never mind being a World Lord; right now, the label of "Quasi-Planetary Level Warrior + Luo Family heir subsidy" on him was already making quite a few female students cast flirtatious glances his way.

Although Zhang Min was young and pretty, there was never a shortage of 18-year-old girls in this world; only strength was the eternal capital.

Just as he was walking along the tree-lined path of the campus, a cold, clear voice suddenly came from behind him: "Tang Ping, do you have a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Tang Ping turned around and froze instantly.

The person speaking was Luo Xiaoyu, not only the class monitor but also the school beauty of Jiangnan No. 1 High School, and the universally acknowledged "Ice Goddess" of the entire school.

At this moment, she was standing in the sunset, her beautiful long hair tied into a high ponytail, the tips swaying gently with the breeze. Her unadorned face was fair and delicate, her nose bridge high, and her lips a natural pale pink.

She wore a simple school uniform with a unique air of elegance; her tight jeans outlined the full, rounded curves of her calves, and her white sneakers were spotless, without even a speck of dirt on the edges.

Passing students cast glances her way, and a few boys even slowed their pace, their eyes filled with envy.

Luo Xiaoyu was not only beautiful, but her grades also consistently topped the year, and her background was mysterious; no one dared to provoke her easily.

Yet, Tang Ping felt no ripples in his heart: So what if she's pretty? Once I become a World Lord, what kind of goddess won't I be able to find? In this world, the strong possess everything.

"Monitor, what is it?" Tang Ping's tone remained flat, without a hint of sycophancy.

Luo Xiaoyu's cheeks flushed slightly, likely unaccustomed to being watched by so many people.

She looked left and right, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear—a small habit of hers when nervous—revealing a smooth forehead that glowed with a soft luster in the sunset.

"It's something... would you mind if we went to the café at the school gate to talk?" Her voice was very low.

Alarm bells rang in Tang Ping's mind.

Having seen plenty of "gold-digger tactics" on the internet in his past life, he knew very well that his current label of "having money and strength" was, to some people, a "shortcut to cultivation."

Just like in the novels, perhaps the other party was setting a trap, intending to treat him like a "progression pill" to be snatched up and refined in an instant. By then, her cultivation would skyrocket, and he would be left as nothing but waste.

Seeming to see through his concerns, a flash of relief crossed Luo Xiaoyu's eyes, and she said softly, "My surname is Luo. The Luo Family's Luo."

"The Luo Family?" Tang Ping was stunned, his guard dropping by more than half instantly.

As the overlords of the Milky Way Galaxy, the annual salary and benefits of the Luo Family's direct descendants were more than his total assets. A genius disciple like Luo Xiaoyu, who was also the top student at Jiangnan City's (Luo Feng's hometown) No. 1 High School, had treatment that was top-tier among the younger generation; there was no way she would have her eyes on his "pocket change."

But for the sake of caution, he still quietly raised his hand and pressed the dial of his smartwatch: activating the video recording function, just in case.

After all, human hearts are unpredictable; stability comes first.

He had an endless, bright future ahead of him, and he wouldn't take even a 1% risk.

A 99.9% success rate? How was that any different from waiting for death?

"Beep~"

The electronic sound of the smartwatch suddenly rang out, and the volume was not low, instantly attracting the attention of everyone nearby: "Video recording has started. Please be mindful of privacy protection for those nearby.

Friendly reminder: The recorded content can only be viewed by the owner; please do not use it for illegal purposes."

Tang Ping's face stiffened instantly.

Damn it!

He looked at Luo Xiaoyu's surprised expression and the classmates nearby trying to hold back their laughter, wishing he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Luo Xiaoyu was stunned at first, then couldn't help but let out a "pfft" of laughter. Her cold demeanor was instantly shattered, and the amusement in her eyes rippled outward: "You're quite cautious."

Tang Ping coughed awkwardly twice but didn't stop the recording: "Ahem... I'm used to it. There are a lot of scammers these days. Monitor, let's go to the café to talk."

Actually, in daily life, no matter what happens—even if you were taking a dump in the middle of the street—as long as you aren't embarrassed, it's everyone else who is.

A moment later, the two walked into the Stardust Cafe at the school gate.

Private booth.

Tang Ping took the coffee, his fingertips touching the warmth of the cup, but his gaze fell involuntarily on Luo Xiaoyu sitting opposite him.

Her legs were gently crossed, a posture so natural that it lacked any deliberate tension, yet it perfectly accentuated the long, slender lines of her legs.

The skin of her calves, wrapped in tight jeans, displayed a fluid curve, and where they crossed, they fit together seamlessly without a hint of space; despite her powerful martial artist physique, she exuded a soft, delicate beauty, like a willow branch just sprouting in early spring—supple yet possessing a fragile elegance.

As expected of someone from the Luo Family, Tang Ping sighed inwardly.

He observed every move Luo Xiaoyu made: when she raised her hand to tuck her hair, her elbow never went too high, always maintaining an elegant arc; when she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, showing respect without making others feel pressured.

Even her occasional glances out the window carried a calm, unhurried composure, devoid of the restlessness of her peers or the arrogance common among children of great families.

This demeanor was not a "performance" trained through effort, but a temperament etched into her very marrow, a grace and refinement settled after being immersed in an affluent environment since childhood and accustomed to interstellar affairs.

Tang Ping could even imagine that she might have practiced holding a cup, sitting, and speaking countless times in family etiquette classes since she was young, only to be able to remain this composed in any situation today.

He suddenly thought of his past life, where he had no eloquence, only bitterness.

At thirty-two, he spent every day squeezed into crowded subways, his hands trembling while holding coffee after late-night overtime, and when facing the scrutinizing gaze of a date, his posture would stiffen involuntarily.

Back then, let alone interacting with a scion of a great family like Luo Xiaoyu, even being able to frequent a cafe with such exquisite decor would have been a luxury.

A girl like this—I would never have had the chance to meet her in my entire life before. Tang Ping lifted his coffee and took a sip; the warm liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't suppress the emotion in his heart.

In this world where strength is supreme, although he had managed to touch the edge of the "upper circle" thanks to his awakened Spiritual Telekinesis and the subsidies from the Luo Family, compared to someone like Luo Xiaoyu who had been born in Rome, there was ultimately an invisible chasm between them.

Then.

"Tang Ping, are you willing to marry me?" Luo Xiaoyu's voice was very soft, yet it sounded like a thunderclap, exploding in the quiet booth.

The coffee Tang Ping had just taken into his mouth hadn't even been swallowed yet; the moment he heard those words, his throat choked violently, and he instinctively opened his mouth: "Pfft~"