(Exciting plot begins after Chapter 10! Stay tuned!)
Dragon Country’s capital—City A!
Inside a VIP booth at a bar, 1 AM.
Li Ming pushed aside the fair-skinned legs draped over his chest and checked the time on his phone.
Seems like Dad’s coming home today. Guess I should call it a night.
Shaking his head, Li Ming surveyed the chaotic scene in the booth.
Several disheveled women lay sprawled across the couches, utterly wasted. Oblivious to their exposed states, they clutched liquor bottles, clumsily pouring drinks on themselves instead of into their mouths.
Their soaked clothes clung tightly to their bodies, turning the scene into an accidental wet T-shirt party.
Two women were even entangled in each other’s arms, hands roaming as they moaned Li Ming’s name in drunken longing.
"Li… Li Ming… Why don’t you like me? Why?!"
"Li Ming! Take me home! Please… don’t leave me this time…"
Our protagonist, Li Ming, merely smirked at the absurd sight, shook his head, picked up his jacket, and walked out without a backward glance.
……
Li Ming was Old Li’s son, born when the man was already 46—a late blessing, doted on since childhood.
But the more precious something is, the more others covet it. Due to Old Li’s high-profile status, Li Ming had been on an enemy hit list since birth.
At age five, disaster struck.
An infiltrator posing as a hospital worker injected him with a massive dose of Ur17—a truth serum. In small doses, it could force someone to reveal hidden secrets. In large doses? Brain damage, turning the victim into a vegetable.
Luckily, Old Li’s bodyguards noticed something amiss and subdued the attacker before the full dose was administered. Still, the drug left Li Ming in a dazed, semi-conscious state for two years.
To revive his mind, Old Li and his wife arranged for children his age to play with him.
Finally, at seven, Li Ming recovered and started school like any other kid.
After such a close call, Old Li and his wife became even more protective. Li's mother quit her job to care for him full-time, tending to his every need.
Yet despite her meticulous care, Li Ming still suffered from occasional, excruciating headaches. Medical exams showed nothing wrong—his health was perfect. The doctors could only attribute it to lingering side effects of the drug overdose.
Fortunately, the headaches didn’t disrupt his life too much. As he grew older, they became rarer. By now, Li Ming couldn’t even remember his last episode—maybe his body had healed itself.
And so, Li Ming finally arrived home, reeking of alcohol. He greeted Uncle Wang, the head bodyguard, before stepping into the mansion.
As a child, he hadn’t grasped how high-ranking his father was—only that armed guards shadowed the family 24/7.
But as he grew older, he realized just how extraordinary his father’s position was. He was a bona fide princeling—the ultra-elite kind.
Yet Old Li had raised him to stay low-key. Li Ming never flaunted his background, pretending to be just an ordinary guy.
Life was comfortable, though the ever-present bodyguards cramped his style.
Every time a bar beauty tried to take him home for some fun, the guards would inconveniently intervene.
Thanks to them, Li Ming had yet to enjoy a single night of wild release—a fact the bar owner’s daughter never let him live down.
Countless women had tossed and turned at night, sighing over the unattainable Li Ming.
……
Stepping inside, Li Ming pushed open the door. The lights were still on—his parents were waiting up for him.
Sure enough, the two sat on the couch, eyeing him with knowing smiles.
"Mom! What’s with that look?" Li Ming asked, startled.
"Hahaha! Nothing, nothing. It’s just… your dad’s back, and we think it’s time you got out of the house. How about we find you something to do?" Li's mother beamed.
"That’s right! Son, you seem bored out of your mind. How about a change of scenery? Experience something new! What do you say?" Old Li gazed at him adoringly. As his only child, Li Ming was his treasure—he couldn’t bear to see him unhappy.
Listening to their tag-team pitch, Li Ming realized this was a done deal.
"Sure, whatever. You two decide."
He shrugged, indifferent, then headed to his room to wash up and sleep.
Old Li and his wife exchanged glances, smirking, before retreating to their own room to continue plotting.
Li Ming lay in bed, eyes closed. In his haze, women of all shapes and sizes seemed to materialize around him, pulling him into a swirling pink abyss, deeper and deeper…
It felt so real—like a memory—that he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
