The Invincible Loser's Counterattack System: The Invincible Loser's Counterattack System, #6

By Hou Ji Xian Ren

Zhou Fei, known as "the number one failure of Chang'an" at the academy in the great Tang Dynasty's Chang'an, is actually a young man with a special identity and background. After accidentally acquiring a "failure system," he miraculously embarked on the path to becoming a top master, despite originally being unable to cultivate.

Facing challenges from academy teachers and ridicule from the nobility's children, Zhou Fei handles them with ease, demonstrating his extraordinary strength. An unexpected lodging crisis further allowed him to reveal his unique treasures and extraordinary methods, making his image of a failure even more mysterious.

How will Zhou Fei, with the failure system, rise against the odds to become a top master among the elites in the academy, continuing his legendary journey?

I refuse the path through the mountain of books, and I won't sail the endless sea of learning. Being such a failure already, why must I be transformed into a supreme master?
 

 

 

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Zhou Fei genuinely thought that Ge Qingfei had been struck dead by the heavenly punishment.

 His reaction was purely instinctual, so he couldn't be faulted for being heartless.

 After all, Zhou Fei didn't want to die either.

 However, to Zhou Fei's surprise, although the lightning passed through Ge Qingfei's body, it didn't cause her much trouble.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zhou Yan
• Release date: May 23, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224564255

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Chapter 301: Qiao Huaixi Isn’t That Terrifying

Zhou Fei genuinely thought that Ge Qingfei had been struck dead by the heavenly punishment.

His reaction was purely instinctual, so he couldn’t be faulted for being heartless.

After all, Zhou Fei didn’t want to die either.

However, to Zhou Fei’s surprise, although the lightning passed through Ge Qingfei’s body, it didn’t cause her much trouble.

Perhaps a bit of discomfort, but nothing serious.

On the other hand, Zhou Fei himself was quite distressed.

The heavenly punishment precisely targeted him, sparing Ge Qingfei and focusing on Zhou Fei.

If it weren’t for the system popping up at the last moment to save him, this round of heavenly punishment would have left Zhou Fei completely incapacitated.

The price was the system crashing...

The last thing the system said to Zhou Fei was, There goes my annual excellence award.

Then it went silent.

Fortunately, Zhou Fei had gotten used to life without the system. After silently mourning it for a few seconds, he began to regulate his breathing and heal his injuries.

Ge Qingfei, whom he had casually tossed aside, wasn’t a concern for him regarding her escaping. After all, Zhou Fei held leverage over her, and escaping would only lead her to a dead end.

The injuries brought by the heavenly punishment were hard to recover from in the short term, and Zhou Fei didn’t even know how to treat them. These weren’t ordinary injuries; they were more like marks etched into his soul.

Such marks continuously inflicted unpredictable damage on Zhou Fei’s body, unable to be blocked or erased.

At least with Zhou Fei’s current level of strength, he couldn’t resolve these marks.

There are probably very few individuals in the Great Wilderness capable of resolving these marks.

Fu Zi might be one of them, but Zhou Fei didn’t know if he would ever have the chance to meet Fu Zi again.

He was very despondent.

Extremely despondent.

He had never felt this low in his entire life.

Even when he had faced Wen Liu, Zhou Fei’s mood was much more optimistic than it is now.

He lifted his head to look at the sky, and the cloud still hovered overhead.

But it seems a bit thinner than before.

The lightning activity within it is not as frequent as before.

Perhaps that round of heavenly punishment was not entirely a bad thing for Zhou Fei.

Zhou Fei, give up. Ge Qingfei, who was observing Zhou Fei from the side, seized the opportunity when she noticed Zhou Fei’s expression becoming more depressed.

If she could get Zhou Fei to voluntarily give up on Ling Zhaoyan, it could be considered a meritorious deed.

Zhou Fei turned his gaze away and looked at Ge Qingfei, Why don’t you ask Yong Yan to give up?

A hint of resentment flashed across Ge Qingfei’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth, You and him are not the same!

Zhou Fei sneered, How are we different? If I were to be blunt, if Yong Yan was faced with the same choice as me right now, do you think he would give up on you?

This question struck a nerve.

Ge Qingfei’s gaze immediately became muddled.

Although she had been denying the thought, she couldn’t suppress it.

The thought was that he would give up on her.

Yong Yan would definitely not choose to become an enemy of the world for her like Zhou Fei had.

As a romantic, Ge Qingfei actually admired Zhou Fei’s current actions the most.

One could even say that she greatly admired them.

To oppose the world and become an enemy of the world for the woman you love, how domineering and romantic was that?

Unfortunately, such a man didn’t belong to her. He was even her enemy.

How ironic was that?

Ge Qingfei suddenly felt exhausted. To use a modern term, she was too tired to love.

Zhou Fei, just kill me, Ge Qingfei said. This world is full of malice, and there’s nothing here worth me staying for. Kill me and set me free.

Zhou Fei glanced at her, What are you thinking? Just stay put. I’ll return you to them later.

Do you think those monks actually care about whether I live or die? They might have already sent someone to hunt you down, Ge Qingfei said. Bringing me along will only slow you down. Might as well kill me and travel light.

Zhou Fei walked over and gently lifted her chin, saying with a half-smile, Woman, don’t try to provoke me. I don’t want to be a domineering CEO, and you’re no innocent little flower. We’re both adults, can you please be more straightforward in your speech?

Ge Qingfei was stunned. She didn’t quite understand the meaning of Zhou Fei’s words.

What was a domineering CEO?

And what was an innocent little flower?

Why did this guy always like to make startling comments?

Actually, the problems Ge Qingfei had pointed out weren’t something Zhou Fei hadn’t worried about. Those monks from Zhongling Zen Temple had long lost their minds. They had paid too great a price in order to assassinate Ling Zhaoyan, so they definitely wouldn’t allow Ling Zhaoyan to escape from under their noses so easily.

As for the Divine Temple, they were even more nonchalant. Someone like Ge Qingfei was insignificant and not an important figure at all.

So what if she was killed?

Could it be that Qiao Huaixi would actually go to war with the Divine Temple over Ge Qingfei?

He wasn’t Fu Zi, nor was he Ye Xin. He didn’t have that kind of guts.

A year ago, Qiao Huaixi had even been blocked at the Balancing Path’s entrance by Zhiyue Temple’s Second Senior Brother. Although Qinglian’s strength shouldn’t be underestimated, as the number one Talisman Master of the Great Wilderness, losing to a junior was indeed quite surprising.

So the Divine Temple wasn’t worried about Qiao Huaixi at all.

The Buddhist Sect was slightly apprehensive, but not much. In terms of their stance, they were the same as the Divine Temple.

When it came to Qiao Huaixi, you could say that he was ruthless, and he was indeed ruthless enough. Back then, the Divine Temple had used Qiao Kun, and Qiao Huaixi had turned around and helped Chu Weirui escape from the Divine Temple. He had even given her a Qian Qiu Rune, which had directly helped Chu Weirui return to her peak and ultimately scheme to obtain the position of High Priest of the Hall of Life and Death.

But when it came to being ruthless, he wasn’t ruthless enough. Since rising to fame, he had almost never done anything outrageous. Fu Zi had set fire to the Divine Temple and beaten up the Temple Master of Zhiyue Temple. Ye Xin had come from the west with a single sword and broken through ten levels of the Divine Temple’s defenses. All these experts had more or less carried out earth-shattering actions.

Only Qiao Huaixi, with the reputation of being the number one Talisman Master of the Great Wilderness, behaved like a good boy.

Thus, even if he was Ge Qingfei’s backer, in the Divine Temple’s eyes, he wasn’t a cause for concern.

Therefore, Wu Zifeng had taken the initiative to order his subordinates to give chase.

However, in the place of Gui Xu, horses were no longer of any use, so they could only pursue on foot.

Making a group of cavalry pursue someone on foot was really making things difficult for them.

Wu Zifeng walked up to Jie Xian. His breathing was a bit weak, and his injuries were clearly quite serious. But right now, he had no time to care about his injuries. He looked at Jie Xian and asked, Master, why aren’t you giving chase? Could it be that you’re really going to watch as Zhou Fei escapes with the Demon King’s daughter?

Jie Xian said, Where is that Jade Jiaolong? Why hasn’t she appeared yet?

Wu Zifeng frowned and snorted, Who knows what that woman is thinking? In the temple, she is now a detached existence. Only Empyrean Ziwei can command her. In her eyes, people like us are just ants. But Master, don’t change the subject. What I want to know is, how exactly did the Buddhist Sect break through?

Jie Xian clasped his hands together and spoke slowly, My martial uncle has already arrived. I don’t need to get involved in any more of the following events.

Wu Zifeng was shocked, Master Yankong has arrived?

Chapter 302: No Power to Fight Back

Zhou Fei realized that his previous feelings of despair had been premature.

One hour ago, he had felt that it had been the most desperate moment of his life, but now he understood that he was still too young after all.

The word most shouldn’t be used before despair, because the next time one despaired, it would be even more terrifying than the last.

Zhou Fei was now experiencing this very feeling.

A decrepit old monk was standing in front of him.

Zhou Fei didn’t even know when this monk had appeared.

He couldn’t even sense a hint of life from this monk’s body.

The old monk held a Zen staff in his hand.

Zhou Fei vaguely felt that this Zen staff seemed familiar, but he couldn’t recall where he had seen it before.

Of course, the Zen staff was trivial.

After the old monk appeared, Zhou Fei had been unable to move.

It was a kind of omni-directional aura suppression.

Zhou Fei felt like he had been thrown into an iron cage filled with thorns, and no matter which direction he moved in, even by a single step, he would be pricked until he was covered in blood.

The look the old monk gave him was one of utter pity.

His expression was also full of regret.

Zhou Fei deeply disliked the look in the old monk’s eyes, because it made him feel that everything he had done had been wrong.

At this critical juncture, the mood that Zhou Fei least wanted to experience was self-denial and self-doubt.

The old monk’s gaze was clearly a form of psychological attack.

However, even though Zhou Fei knew that, it was difficult for him to counter it.

The silence continued for about fifteen minutes before Zhou Fei broke it.

May I ask your Dharma name, Master?

This humble monk is Yankong.

Another eminent monk with a Dharma name starting with yan.

He must likely hold a fairly high position in Zhongling Zen Temple.

Do you have nothing better to do, Master? Zhou Fei asked.

Pursuing the Demon King’s daughter cannot be said to be leisure. It is something which should be done, Yankong replied.

Zhou Fei said, What crime has Zhaoyan committed?

Yankong replied, What crime have the common people committed?

# Chapter 302: Powerless to Retaliate

The common people will not die because of Zhaoyan. On the contrary, Zhaoyan will perish for the sake of the common people, Zhou Fei said.

The Demon King’s emergence spares no one. Winter is coming, and the witch must be eliminated.

Winter will inevitably arrive, and the Demon King will surely come too. So, is it really that important whether Zhaoyan lives or dies?

More time allows for better preparation.

Zhou Fei fell silent once again.

Master Yankong took a step forward, and Zhou Fei felt an even greater pressure.

Ling Zhaoyan, carrying on his back, shuddered all over.

The pressure Master Yankong brought was truly terrifying.

I have heard many legends about you along the way. They all say you are the second Xin Zhige, that you have fallen into demonhood, Master Yankong said slowly. I did not believe it at first, but now it seems there is truth to it. I am deeply moved; both generations of the academy’s representatives have fallen into demonhood. Could it be that Fu Zi is playing a grand game?

How Fu Zi decides to act surely has its reasons. We, as his students, need not speculate, Zhou Fei said.

Master Yankong said, Fu Zi indeed is a genius of this era, but he is also aging. Or rather, Fu Zi is already quite old. As one ages, the mind may not be as sharp. In recent years, many of Fu Zi’s actions have been incomprehensible to me, including his handling of Xin Zhige. He has shown the world what it means to protect one’s own faults.

In the battle at the Suspended Temple, although Fu Zi did not show himself, the combined forces of the academy’s disciples and Ye Xin destroyed an ancient monastery of hundreds of years. I am greatly in agreement and more determined to step out of Zhongling Zen Temple. Mr. Zhou, you are strong, but it is a pity that you have strayed from the right path. As such, I will take action to cleanse Fu Zi’s doorstep on his behalf.

Zhou Fei laughed, After all is said and done, it’s still the same old reasoning. Can’t you come up with a slightly more heartfelt excuse?

What a sharp-tongued fellow, Master Yankong said slowly.

Then, he gently stamped his Zen staff.

Zhou Fei felt his body shake, and the ground that was once solid under his feet instantly turned into a quagmire, like a beast with its gaping maw open, gradually swallowing him whole.

Without a moment to spare, Zhou Fei leapt into the air.

However, the suction force from the ground was too strong. Zhou Fei’s legs were firmly bitten by the ground, and he couldn’t break free.

Master Yankong’s expression turned neutral, his mouth muttering Buddhist scriptures.

Zhou Fei drew his Snow Drinking Knife and slashed, attempting to interrupt Master Yankong’s spellcasting.

But the blade’s force hadn’t even reached Master Yankong before it shattered.

There was an invisible barrier three feet in front of Yankong, blocking all attacks.

Knowing that all attacks might be futile, Zhou Fei dared not stop.

Because this was the only thing he could do at the moment.

The speed at which his body was sinking was accelerating.

The quagmire had already covered his shins and was about to reach his knees.

Zhou Fei mobilized all the demonic power inside his body, combined with the Frost Heaven Sword Qi, blending it into the sword intent, and struck at Master Yankong once again.

This slash fiercely hit the barrier, and with a crisp cracking sound, the barrier showed web-like cracks.

But it still didn’t shatter!

Zhou Fei’s breathing became shallow.

Master Yankong glanced at him, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

Then he continued closing his eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Ling Zhaoyan felt pain.

Master Yankong was purifying her!

As one of the strongest Grandmasters of Zhongling Zen Temple, Master Yankong’s strength was even greater than that of the previous Master Yanan. He had already begun to possess the ability to decree with his words.

Using Buddhist scriptures to purify the demonic energy in Ling Zhaoyan’s body was Master Yankong’s final act of mercy as a monk.

However, in Zhou Fei’s eyes, this mercy was full of hypocrisy and guile.

Although two rounds of attacks had ended in failure, Zhou Fei knew that it was not the time to be discouraged. He had to keep fighting and resisting.

One slash won’t do? Then two.

Two won’t do? Then three.

As long as he had the strength, he would continue slashing!

Zhou Fei found it hard to believe that the barrier was truly unbreakable.

There was no impenetrable defense under heaven, only attacks that lacked strength.

Zhou Fei unleashed his most exquisite saber technique.

Each slash was as swift as the wind.

In an instant, Zhou Fei slashed thirty-six times.

Coincidentally corresponding with the base number of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits.

As the saying goes, desperate situations are the best motivators of one’s potential.

If he hadn’t been forced into a corner, Zhou Fei wouldn’t have been able to execute such exquisite saber techniques.

If he survived this, Zhou Fei’s saber skills would enter a whole new realm.

In the entire Great Wilderness, there would be no one who could rival Zhou Fei in saber techniques.

However, it wasn’t up to Zhou Fei to decide whether he lived or died.

Because up until now, Master Yankong had yet to launch an attack.

It was important to remember that Master Yankong’s full attention was currently on Ling Zhaoyan. When he finished purifying Ling Zhaoyan, Zhou Fei would face Master Yankong’s attack head-on.

Zhou Fei would never be able to withstand the attack of an old monk who could almost be called a living Buddha.

What he could do was take advantage of the fact that Master Yankong had yet to deal with him and seize a slight edge.

Then firmly hold onto this edge and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Chapter 303: Third Senior Brother

Faced with Zhou Fei’s nearly frantic assault, Master Yankong let out a soft sigh.

In his view, any of Zhou Fei’s attacks were doomed to fail.

The more fiercely he resisted, the more miserable his end would be.

He was clearly a clever person, yet he had chosen the most foolish method.

Master Yankong’s expression had always held a hint of pity, which was now growing even stronger.

He slowly raised his Zen staff slightly.

The top of the Zen staff emitted a gentle white light.

As soon as the white light appeared, the blade arrived.

Light and blade clashed together.

Then something unexpected happened.

The blade failed to cut through the light.

In this instant, all of creation suddenly fell silent.

The white light remained gentle, but the blade was no longer sharp.

Zhou Fei felt his hand, which was holding the blade, trembling.

The trembling was not particularly strong, and outsiders might not even be able to see it.

Only Zhou Fei himself could clearly feel it.

This trembling was not purely physical but something deeper.

Zhou Fei couldn’t find the words to describe how he felt at this moment.

Because the trembling continued to spread.

At first, it was only his hand, then his body, and finally his entire being was trembling.

The Snow Drinking Knife hummed, as if expressing pain.

At the same time, Ling Zhaoyan, who was on Zhou Fei’s back, also felt his trembling.

Ling Zhaoyan wanted to ask what was wrong, but before she could even open her mouth, she too began to tremble.

This trembling lasted for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

When it finally stopped, Zhou Fei was drained of strength and fell to one knee.

Puff...

The moment he knelt down, Zhou Fei could no longer hold it back and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Master Yankong stepped forward.

Zhou Fei looked up at him, a chill spreading through his body.

He couldn’t win.

That was the only thought in Zhou Fei’s mind at the moment.

Even if he could stall for time, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

Heaven and earth, Zhou Fei had nowhere to escape.

Even if he wanted to die, Zhou Fei couldn’t do it now.

Because he couldn’t move.

Master Yankong hadn’t given him any chance.

From the moment he appeared, Zhou Fei’s fate had been sealed.

Letting him slash thirty-six times earlier could be considered Master Yankong’s final act of mercy.

Now, mercy was over, and it was time for killing.

Even Buddhas could kill.

But for some reason, Master Yankong’s steps were very slow.

He seemed very tired, very weary.

He had to stop and catch his breath after every few steps.

But the most tragic thing in the world was to face death and be powerless to do anything about it.

Zhou Fei knew very well that once Master Yankong reached him, everything would be over.

This short distance of two or three zhang was the final length of his life.

Zhou Fei struggled desperately, fought desperately, and tried desperately to prolong the last moments of his life.

But he could no longer lift his saber.

Finally, after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Master Yankong arrived in front of Zhou Fei.

His unchanging expression changed at this moment. His originally sallow complexion had now turned pale.

The word fatigue seemed to be engraved on his forehead.

Zhou Fei knelt on the ground and looked up at him.

Neither of them spoke.

After Master Yankong adjusted his breathing, he broke the silence: Zhou Fei, this old monk will ask you one last time, will you give up?

Zhou Fei smiled indifferently: Give up your sister.

Master Yankong’s eyes turned slightly cold: You dare to speak such vulgar words. It seems there is truly no saving you. In that case, this old monk will send you to your salvation.

Zhou Fei said: Monks are all hypocrites. Save me? Do you deserve to?!

Master Yankong clasped his hands together, holding the Zen staff between his palms, and slowly recited Buddhist scriptures.

Ling Zhaoyan felt the pain first.

Zhou Fei roared and tried to interrupt Master Yankong, but he couldn’t do it.

You old bald donkey, even as a ghost, I won’t let you off! Not only you, I’ll kill every monk in the world when I become a vengeful spirit!

Unable to interrupt Master Yankong with actions, Zhou Fei could only use words.

For a time, all sorts of vulgar words spewed from his mouth, and even a virtuous monk like Master Yankong couldn’t help but frown.

He hadn’t expected Zhou Fei to be so good at cursing, and to curse so viciously.

Of course, Master Yankong had no idea what kind of world Zhou Fei came from.

In that world, contrarians were everywhere. There would be contrarians underneath any news article, and the angles from which they would disagree were endlessly varied. In his previous life as an otaku, Zhou Fei’s greatest pleasure, apart from playing games and eating, was to argue with contrarians or play the role of a contrarian himself.

It was only at those times that he would feel like he had some purpose in life.

Otherwise, he was just a useless lump of flesh.

Now, Zhou Fei was drawing on his extremely rich experience as a contrarian and had almost succeeded in infuriating a virtuous monk.

Fortunately, Master Yankong’s willpower was unusually strong. Although his anger was about to erupt, he managed to suppress it at the critical moment.

At the same time, Ling Zhaoyan’s scream made Zhou Fei stop cursing.

The Buddhist scriptures were taking effect.

Ling Zhaoyan’s body was becoming lighter.

Zhou Fei was horrified. He desperately tried to hold onto Ling Zhaoyan, but sadly discovered that he couldn’t do anything.

Just when Zhou Fei was at his wit’s end and utterly despairing, he suddenly felt a surge of power emerge from the ground and travel through his knees to his entire body.

This power was very gentle and warm, like drinking a cup of milk tea on a cold day. It made him feel extraordinarily comfortable.

At the same time, this power also shielded Ling Zhaoyan from Master Yankong’s Buddhist attacks.

The disintegration slowly stopped.

Master Yankong let out an exclamation and also stopped.

He hadn’t expected that someone would dare to interfere at this critical moment.

Moreover, they had managed to evade his detection.

Could it be Ye Xin who had such strength?

Master Yankong looked around, but he didn’t see anyone.

He wanted to ask, but in the end, he held back. He wanted to see what the person hiding in the shadows was going to do.

If they really wanted to protect Ling Zhaoyan, then no matter who they were, they would become enemies of not only Zhongling Zen Temple but the entire Buddhist Sect.

In contrast to Master Yankong’s feelings, Zhou Fei was overjoyed.

He had been waiting for reinforcements, and now they had finally arrived?

Which senior brother could it be?

In fact, no matter which senior brother it was, as long as they had come, he and Ling Zhaoyan wouldn’t die.

Zhou Fei wanted to shout out loud, but fortunately, reason prevailed at the critical moment and told him not to do so.

It was obvious that the reinforcements were currently facing off against Master Yankong, and any sound could tip the scales of victory.

He had to wait!

Once the first round of their confrontation was over, the reinforcements would most likely reveal themselves.

Zhou Fei wasn’t afraid to wait. He had already waited this long, so what was the harm in waiting a little longer?

Besides, Zhou Fei had great confidence in his senior brothers from the academy. He wasn’t worried that they would be defeated by Master Yankong at all.

Even