When the Taekwondo Club members saw Ma Tianyun get knocked out by Ye Chuan in a single punch, they collectively gasped, their gazes toward Ye Chuan now tinged with something unnatural. If Huang Haotian’s earlier performance had made their club president seem like a joke, now—
Huang Haotian had actually lasted longer?
As expected of the president, still a cut above the rest.
After watching Ma Tianyun get carried off, Ye Chuan cracked his knuckles and said flatly,
"Alright, next."
His tone was indifferent. After Huang Haotian went down, dealing with the remaining club members felt like checking off a to-do list for Ye Chuan. He didn’t even have the energy to humiliate them—he wasn’t that bored, toying with them one by one.
That said, not all the Taekwondo Club members were as useless as Huang Haotian. Ye Chuan wasn’t one to generalize.
But they still needed to be beaten.
Just… more efficiently.
……
"You go."
"Nah, I think I’ve got a stomachache. You go instead."
The previously indignant club members suddenly began deferring to one another after Ye Chuan called for the next challenger. Just moments ago, they’d been shouting, "Let me handle this!" But after witnessing Ma Tianyun’s instant defeat, the mood shifted.
Ma Tianyun had been strong enough to dominate everyone else in the club. If even he got one-shot, wouldn’t stepping up just be asking for humiliation?
They’d sobered up.
Now, everyone was ice-cold and clear-headed.
None of them wanted to get hit.
As for the club’s reputation? It was already ruined anyway.
"They’re too scared to come up. Ref, what’s the call?" Ye Chuan glanced at the referee. He couldn’t just stand there forever, could he?
The referee’s lips twitched. "If the Taekwondo Club cannot send out another member, this match will default to Ye Chuan’s victory."
No one had expected things to turn out like this.
The Taekwondo Club members remained silent, exchanging uneasy glances. Meanwhile, the audience grew restless—
"Go on! You outnumber him and you’re still scared? What kind of losers are you?"
"Unbelievable. I bet three grand on you, and now you’re backing down?"
"Are you guys throwing this? How do a dozen people get scared of one guy?"
The crowd grew agitated. Many had placed bets on An Shiyu’s side, betting that Ye Chuan would lose. But after just two defeats, the club was already hesitating. If they forfeited now, the audience might just tear them apart on the spot.
Hearing the jeers, the club members snapped back to reality.
Right… they’d bet money too.
If Ye Chuan took them all down, how much would they lose?
"Let’s do this, brothers! This is about the fate of our club and our wallets! Are we really gonna let this guy walk all over us?" someone shouted.
"There’s a dozen of us—we can wear him down!"
"Since the president and vice president are down, I’ll lead the charge! Follow me!"
With that, the man tightened his black belt, let out a battle cry, and unleashed his full aura.
"I… will never surrender!"
He strode forward with unwavering determination, his silhouette leaving a deep impression on the hearts of his fellow club members.
……
Half a minute later, he was KO’d with a single punch.
As he collapsed, he smiled peacefully, his outstretched hand seeming to point the way forward for his comrades—
"Don’t stop… keep going…"
The others: "……"
Ye Chuan looked down at the fallen fighter and shook his head. "So dramatic. Can you hurry up? I’ve got things to do."
His money tree at home needed feeding. Who knew if it was hungry by now?
"I’ll go!" Another member stood up, spurred on by his fallen comrade.
"I’m with you!"
One by one, their fallen friends reignited their fighting spirit.
"What… what’s happening?" The guest commentators were stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief.
The Taekwondo Club members…
They were lining up to get beaten even faster now!
No sooner did one fall than the next rushed in to take their place.
The audience, watching Ye Chuan knock them out one after another, grew numb.
Was Ye Chuan just that strong? Or was the Taekwondo Club that weak?
Or were they… acting?
It was impossible to tell.
Before long, only two challengers remained. One stood silently, but the other grabbed his arm.
"Wait! That’s suicide!"
The restrained member simply smiled. "Aibo… do you believe in the light?"
He patted the last man’s shoulder. "After I fall, Ye Chuan will be at his weakest. It’s up to you…"
"The last light of the Taekwondo Club."
With that, he strode forward heroically—only to be instantly flattened by Ye Chuan’s fist under his comrade’s grief-stricken gaze.
……
"Alright, next."
After dispatching the second-to-last fighter, Ye Chuan turned to the final challenger, grinning.
"Gahahaha, come on. I can’t wait."
The last man took a deep breath, his fists trembling.
"GO!!!!!"
"Don’t lose!!"
"You can do it! Ye Chuan’s tired now!"
"Beat him, nameless big brother!!!!"
Those who’d bet against Ye Chuan screamed their lungs out, cheering for the Taekwondo Club’s last hope.
"I feel it… I feel the light." The final challenger faced Ye Chuan, his gaze steely.
"You’re strong… but this ends here!"
With a shout, he mustered every ounce of strength and launched a flying kick—sending Ye Chuan flying backward, crashing to the ground, unable to rise!
"Taekwondo Club… wins!"
…Or so he imagined.
Because in the next second, Ye Chuan’s fist was already in his face.
Memories flashed before his eyes as pain exploded across his cheek. He staggered, then crumpled to the floor.
The "victory" had just been a last-second delusion before the knockout.
The entire arena fell silent. As the last man hit the ground, no one could believe what they’d just witnessed.
Seriously?
Fourteen wins in a row?
Not just the audience—even the club presidents in the guest seats were baffled, some even suspecting the Taekwondo Club had thrown the match.
Ye Chuan raised a fist to the ceiling.
"YEAH YEAH YEAH, CHUAN-CHUAN!!!!!" Below, Luo Xi clapped and bounced, her ponytail swaying energetically—a stark contrast to the stunned silence of the gym.
After a few hops, she noticed she was the only one making noise. Feeling the audience’s stares, she sheepishly ducked her head and quieted down.
At that moment, an unwelcome voice cut through the air.
"I object! This is a fixed match!"
From the guest seats, the president of the Sanda Club stood up. "I challenge you to a fight!"
He had also bet on Ye Chuan to lose and refused to believe the Taekwondo Club members could be so weak.
Would all his money just go down the drain?
No way!
A few minutes later, he too was knocked flat by a single punch from Ye Chuan.
Ignoring the now unconscious Sanda Club president, Ye Chuan turned his gaze to the crowd below.
"Who's next?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
