Whoosh!
A spaceship streaked through the sky toward Yanhuang University. Xia Ping sat aboard, relaxing as he gazed out the window at the scenery.
Beep!
The system's voice rang out. "Congratulations, Host. You've earned fifteen million Hate Points this time."
Fifteen million Hate Points?!
Xia Ping clenched his fists, his face alight with excitement. Adding that to what he'd earned before, he now had a total of forty-five million Hate Points. It was a fortune.
As expected, the most Hate Points came from provoking a King. It was also extremely dangerous. If a King discovered his true identity, he'd be in for a terrible time and would be hunted down.
But for now, the gains seemed to outweigh the risks.
"Host."
The system said, "Once you reach one hundred million Hate Points, you'll receive a System Gift Pack. I hope you'll keep working hard and reach this milestone soon."
A System Gift Pack?
At those words, Xia Ping perked up. He remembered just how powerful the System Gift Pack was. It was a treasure that couldn't be measured against a small amount of Hate Points.
He remembered that the first gift pack had contained the Pure Yang Indestructible Art. The second time he'd reached one million Hate Points, the system had bestowed the Hell Golden Crow Bloodline upon him.
Every item he'd received was priceless, enough to drive countless martial artists wild.
If he reached one hundred million Hate Points and received another System Gift Pack, he had no idea what kind of treasure the system would bestow. It might even be enough to give a King a heart attack.
But the system didn't seem to have any clear rules for handing out gift packs. When he'd reached ten million Hate Points before, it hadn't given him one. He guessed