Transmigrated? Starting off with a double kill!

Dragon Nation.

The Imperial Capital.

Imperial Capital University.

"Li Yao, if you don't apologize to Lin Yun today, I'll never speak to you again!"

Li Yao's head buzzed, and his vision was a little blurry.

What the hell was going on?

Li Yao looked down at his hands. They felt so real. This wasn't a dream.

Didn't I get hit by a Dayun truck?

I was still alive?

He clearly remembered getting ready to cycle home from university, only to be hit by a Dayun truck on the highway.

He vaguely remembered the last thing he saw being his own legs flying through the air...

But what was going on here?

"What are you spacing out for? I told you to apologize to my Lin Yun!"

Hearing the voice, Li Yao snapped out of his daze and finally noticed the girl standing in front of him.

Behind her stood a delicate-looking boy with a wounded expression.

The girl was pretty enough, but her attitude made it seem like someone owed her eight million.

"How dare you ignore me!"

Smack!

Before Li Yao could react, a slap landed squarely on his face.

The surrounding students sucked in a sharp breath when they saw Li Yao get slapped.

"Li Yao is the grandson of the world's only Martial Saint! How does Yang Xiaoran have the nerve?"

"Are you new here? Everyone at this university knows Li Yao is Yang Xiaoran's simp."

"Exactly. He's been simping for her for three whole years. He gives her whatever she wants. Even when she hits him, all he worries about is whether her hand hurts."

"Holy shit, has Li Yao completely lost his mind?"

Unlike the people chattering around him...

Li Yao touched his cheek, utterly stunned.

Seriously? Anywhere but the face, lady!

I just transmigrated, and my memories were still a mess. Was I already getting slapped?

The more Li Yao thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.

Did this woman have some incredible backing? Or was she ridiculously strong herself?

Not daring to waste any time, Li Yao quickly cupped his hands and prepared to apologize.

But just then, a flood of memories surged into his mind.

The original owner's memories flashed past like a movie.

Grandson of Martial Saint Li Fuhai.

Son of Martial Emperor Li Zhiyun.

The Li Family, a great family that protected the nation.

And Li Yao was the sole legitimate heir of his generation in the Li Family.

A hundred years ago, the Spiritual Energy Revival had unleashed rampaging demons. Humanity had suffered one defeat after another, until Li Fuhai rose to prominence and single-handedly turned the tide.

He had saved the Dragon Nation from the brink of collapse, giving humanity this chance to catch its breath.

Yet for the past three years, the original owner had been nothing but a simp, chasing Yang Xiaoran all over campus.

He bought whatever Yang Xiaoran wanted. When she got angry, he knelt to soothe her. When she cursed at him, he didn't even dare talk back.

And Yang Xiaoran? She was a girl from an ordinary family who exploited Li Yao's affection to squeeze countless benefits out of him. She had practically turned her ordinary family into a great family!

Most absurd of all, Yang Xiaoran had always carried a torch for someone named Lin Yun.

Just because the original owner had exchanged a few heated words with Lin Yun, Yang Xiaoran was forcing him to apologize.

After absorbing those memories, Li Yao was dumbfounded.

Holy shit, I was that powerful?

The grandson of a Martial Saint and the son of a Martial Emperor? Didn't that mean I could do whatever I wanted in the Imperial Capital?

No, not just the Imperial Capital. The whole world!

Then why the hell was I putting up with this crap?

"Are you going to apologize or not?"

Yang Xiaoran raised her hand again.

But Li Yao straightened up and grinned. "Apologize for what?"

Yang Xiaoran froze. "What did you say?"

"I said," Li Yao replied, looking at her, "why should I apologize to Lin Yun?"

"You bumped into my Lin Yun, and you have the nerve to ask why?"

Yang Xiaoran's face flushed with anger.

Li Yao laughed. "I bumped into him? He was walking along playing on his phone without looking where he was going. He bumped into me!"

"Liar! Lin Yun would never play on his phone!"

"Then he must've been watching porn. Why else wasn't he watching where he was going?"

"You!"

Furious, Yang Xiaoran raised her hand to hit him again.

Li Yao caught her wrist. "With a background as powerful as mine, you still dare lay your hands on me? Are you asking for a beating?"

It took Li Yao exactly zero seconds to embrace his badass new circumstances.

Smack!

Disbelief covered Yang Xiaoran's face.

"You... you actually dared hit me?"

Yang Xiaoran's voice shot up several pitches. "You actually dared hit me!"

Li Yao shook out his slightly stinging hand.

"You crazy bitch. Who do you think you are compared to me? And you still dare yell at me?"

Seeing Li Yao raise his hand again, Yang Xiaoran shrank back in fear.

"Li Yao, enough!"

Just then, Lin Yun stepped out from behind Yang Xiaoran.

"As the grandson of the world's Martial Saint, are you really this petty? Xiaoran only slapped you once. As a man, shouldn't you cut her some slack?"

Hearing that guilt-tripping speech, Li Yao had only one thought: I couldn't keep a straight face. I just couldn't.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Seeing Li Yao burst into utterly unrestrained laughter, Lin Yun's expression instantly darkened.

"What's so funny? Am I wrong?"

Lin Yun advanced on him, his gaze looking as though he wanted to devour Li Yao.

"Hold on... hold on..."

"Cough, cough... oh man, I laughed so hard I got a stitch."

After finally getting his laughter under control, Li Yao straightened his doubled-over body.

"Who the hell are you? Who forgot to zip up and let you fall out?"

"Trying to guilt-trip me? Too bad. I don't have any morals."

"And haven't you heard of gender equality? She can hit me, but I can't hit her? Are you discriminating against men?"

"But since you've stepped up..." Li Yao gathered his strength as he spoke.

"You can take this slap for her!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a smack rang out, and Lin Yun was sent flying!

Thud, thud, thud. Lin Yun rolled across the ground a few times, then passed out cold.

"Holy shit, that was powerful!"

Even Li Yao was stunned.

Of course it was. Did he think the strength of a third-rank Martial Master was just for show?

That second-rank weakling Lin Yun would have been lucky to dodge the slap, let alone take it with his face.

"Lin Yun!"

Holding her own cheek, Yang Xiaoran hurried over to Lin Yun to check his injuries.

When she saw that Lin Yun had passed out, Yang Xiaoran turned and stared straight at Li Yao.

Her eyes brimmed with hatred.

"Li Yao! Who gave you the nerve? How dare you hit Lin Yun!"

"Believe it or not, I'll never let you pursue me again!"

Having said that, Yang Xiaoran could already picture Li Yao crawling over on his knees to beg her, and herself ruthlessly squeezing more benefits out of him.

That was how Li Yao had always been. Not once had he failed to do what she wanted.

But this time, she was destined to be disappointed.

Because after she finished speaking, Li Yao didn't budge from where he stood. He simply looked at her as though she were a complete idiot.

"What the hell is wrong with your head? You've got no backing, no strength, and no talent."

With that, Li Yao lunged toward Yang Xiaoran.

"Who the hell gave you the nerve to speak to me like that!"

Smack!

Double kill!