Several men forcefully pulled the sword embedded in the tire out, their minds swirling with confusion as they examined the exquisitely crafted weapon. Where the hell had this thing come from?
The road was empty except for their car, and the surroundings were pitch black. How could something like this just appear out of nowhere?
"Boss, maybe this sword fell from the sky? Like, from a plane or something?" one of the men suggested, struggling to come up with a plausible explanation.
What was even stranger was that the sword hadn’t just pierced the tire—it had sunk deep into the metal rim. Yet, pulling it out hadn’t been particularly difficult.
And then there was the fact that the damn thing had been glowing when it flew toward them.
"Fuck, this is some ghostly shit. Our tire gets wrecked by this thing?" the boss muttered under his breath, gripping the sword tightly. They had a woman tied up in the car, and if the vehicle was out of commission, dragging this out could spell disaster if someone stumbled upon them.
Weird. Seriously weird.
Inside the car, Qiao Xin, bound tightly, had tumbled to the floor from the impact. She winced in pain but quickly realized the flat tire might be her chance. Struggling to her feet, she peered outside.
But no matter how hard she looked, there was no sign of rescue—just darkness and the men standing around. The desolate surroundings sent a chill through her.
If only someone would show up. Her phone had already been confiscated.
Just as the boss pulled out his phone to call for backup, his peripheral vision caught a figure approaching. The person moved at an unhurried pace, yet in just a few steps, they were right in front of them.
In the dim light, the figure seemed almost spectral.
What the hell?!
The boss froze, his hand trembling slightly, but he soon got a clear look at the newcomer—a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a simple T-shirt and shorts, with flip-flops on his feet.
He looked like an ordinary guy.
"Whoa, tough break with the flat tire, huh?" The man—Ye Chuan—noticed the Qingfeng Sword in the boss’s hand but feigned ignorance. "At least no one’s hurt."
"Hey, that’s a pretty nice sword. Bet its owner’s a real looker, right?"
Since he’d wrecked their car, Ye Chuan figured he could either play dumb and try to sweet-talk the sword back or just take it by force. After all, it was his only weapon.
And as a cultivator at the early Foundation Establishment stage, who the hell dared mess with him?
The boss scowled at the sudden appearance of a stranger in the middle of nowhere. "None of your damn business. Get lost!"
He didn’t want any witnesses, so he immediately tried to shoo Ye Chuan away.
But then—bang! A loud thud came from inside the car, rocking the vehicle.
Ye Chuan’s eyes flicked toward the sound. "Huh? What’s in there?"
"Just a damn husky. You know, the kind that tears up houses? Now piss off before I cut you!" The boss raised the sword threateningly and shoved at Ye Chuan.
Inside the car, Qiao Xin panicked. Spotting Ye Chuan outside, she twisted her body, pressing her high heel against the window button. As the glass lowered, she strained to make noise.
"Mmmph!!!"
Ye Chuan arched a brow at the sight of the bound woman.
Well, well. A damsel in distress?
A city beauty, tied up at night, with three men. Classic.
"Get lost!" The boss shoved Ye Chuan again—but the guy didn’t budge. It was like pushing a brick wall.
"Shit, how’d the window roll down?!" Realizing the jig was up, the men surrounded Ye Chuan.
"Kid, you picked the wrong night to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong," the boss sneered. "You got two choices: surrender quietly, or we beat the crap out of you first."
Qiao Xin’s heart sank. She’d just doomed this young man—there was no way he could escape now.
Ye Chuan rubbed his chin. "I’ll take option three."
He snapped his fingers.
The next second, the boss’s hand was empty.
What the—?!
He gaped at Ye Chuan, who now held the sword.
Ye Chuan had simply recalled it to his spatial storage. He examined the blade and sighed. "Out here at night, no one would even hear you scream, buddy."
The men lunged at him.
"Fuck your act! Remember my name—" The boss roared, "Peng Yuyan of Haizhu!"
...
Thirty seconds later, all three men were on their knees, bruised and battered.
"Begging for mercy already? And here I thought you were Peng Yuyan—more like ‘Peng Loser’ of Haizhu." After breaking their arms and legs, Ye Chuan strode to the car, where Qiao Xin was still staring in shock.
How had he taken them down so easily?
Noticing her gaze, Ye Chuan sliced through her ropes with the Qingfeng Sword. "Why’re you staring? I’ve got a girlfriend. Prettier and hotter than you."
Qiao Xin, about to thank him, choked on her words. She prided herself on her looks—how dare this guy dismiss her like that?
And she wasn’t even old—just twenty-six, still in her prime.
"Regardless, thank you for saving me," she said, composing herself. "I’m Qiao Xin, CEO of Tianhai Group. They kidnapped me."
She retrieved her phone from the front seat and made several calls, her eyes icy as she glared at the groaning men.
After hanging up, she turned to Ye Chuan. "What’s your name? And why were you out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Ye Chuan stayed silent.
"Ah, I’m not interrogating you," she clarified, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Blushing slightly under his handsome gaze, she added, "I just... want to repay you. Anything you want."
"Money." Ye Chuan uttered one of his greatest loves with deep affection.
Qiao Xin: "..."
So blunt, huh?
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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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
