Shi Wanshan rubbed his chin, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Good thing he ran into me. If he had bumped into anyone else, wouldn't this little fat sheep have been eaten alive?
He looked at the heavy spoils of war in his hands, then at the unconscious Fatty Wang, and suddenly broke into a grin.
All right, since you delivered yourself right to my doorstep... I'll just hold onto these treasures for you, to save you from stirring up trouble everywhere.
However... he is, after all, my good martial nephew's man... It wouldn't make sense to leave him with absolutely nothing, right? If word got out, it would make me, his martial uncle, look too unfeeling...
Stroking his stubble, he rummaged through the pile of gleaming loot. After a moment of thought, acting as if he were making a massive sacrifice, he picked out the shadow cloak and the shapeshifting jade pendant, casually stuffing them back into Fatty Wang's clothes.
Yeah, these two gadgets are decent for hiding and escaping, though their offense and defense are just so-so. I'll leave them for you to save your life.
Alas, I am simply too kind-hearted. I just can't bear to see a friend in distress.
Shi Wanshan gave himself a mental thumbs-up, feeling that he was simply the epitome of loyalty.
Then, with great enthusiasm, he continued to flip through Fatty Wang's other collections.
Huh? What's this thing?
He picked up a neatly folded moon-white Daoist robe embroidered with the mark of a glazed cup, his brows furrowing.
A standard Daoist robe from the Glazed Holy Land? Judging by the craftsmanship, it belongs to at least a core disciple. Where did this fat kid get this?
Could it be that he even robbed someone from the Glazed Holy Land? Or... is he actually a spy planted by the Glazed Holy Land?
This thought made his expression turn slightly serious, but then he noticed several miscellaneous items radiating a dark, baleful aura that clearly didn't belong to the fatty.
No... looking at this mishmash of styles, it's more likely that this kid looted them from corpses... Good heavens, he even dares to pluck the whiskers of a Holy Land? He really loves money more than his own life!
Shi Wanshan clicked his tongue in wonder, gaining a new understanding of Fatty Wang's suicidal tendencies.
Next, his gaze was drawn to a token that was neither gold nor jade, engraved with profound star patterns.
A token? What kind of treasure is this?
He weighed it in his hand and injected a sliver of spiritual energy to investigate, only to find that the token's interior was sealed by an extremely brilliant sword intent carrying an aura of chaotic annihilation. Even with his abilities, he couldn't completely see through it right away.
This sealing technique... how fierce and unique! Hmm? This sword intent...
Shi Wanshan carefully sensed the residual sealing aura, his eyes suddenly widening a fraction. This... this feels a bit like that kid Fang Hanyu's chaotic sword intent?!
Connecting this to the token's material and the faintly seeping ancient star power that made even his heart palpitate, he immediately understood most of the situation.
This thing... is probably a hot potato! Its origins are definitely not simple! No wonder it was sealed so tightly...
Shi Wanshan weighed the secret token and looked at the unconscious Fatty Wang, shaking his head. It's best to avoid getting involved with karma of this level. Whoever stirred up the trouble can deal with it themselves.
Without hesitation, he tossed the troublesome Seven Stars Secret Token back into Fatty Wang's embrace.
Just as he was about to stuff the other miscellaneous items back as well, his tyrannical divine sense inadvertently swept past Fatty Wang's sea of consciousness between his brows, causing him to pause slightly.
Hmm? Deep within this kid's sea of consciousness... he's hiding something else? The aura is obscure, carrying a hint of spatial fluctuation... Looks like a trump card for saving his life. Hidden quite deeply, too...
He curled his lips and withdrew his probing divine sense. Forget it. Since it's his last resort for survival, I'm not greedy enough to covet this little thing of yours.
These messy odds and ends were probably swindled and scammed by you anyway. I won't clean them up for you; I'll leave them for you young folks to handle yourselves.
With a wave of his large hand, he swiftly stuffed the junk he looked down upon or deemed troublesome, along with that hot potato of a token, back into Fatty Wang's inner pockets.
He muttered as he worked, It's good for young people to suffer a little loss, lest they not know the immensity of heaven and earth and always expect pies to fall from the sky...
Having done all this, Shi Wanshan finally stood up with satisfaction, casting his gaze toward the massive spirit vein and the spirit wall beneath it.
He laughed heartily and acted without holding back. First, he unleashed a great divine ability to completely extract and compress the entire supreme earth vein, storing it within a specially made jade box.
Next, he precisely shattered the spirit wall and took away every last drop of the earth vein spirit milk inside—a cluster radiating astonishing life essence and Dao rhythm, akin to immortal nectar—carefully storing it in a cold jade bottle.
Finally, his falcon-like sharp gaze swept over the unconscious members of the Wanfa Pavilion scattered across the ground. With a sly chuckle, he unceremoniously began to clean up the battlefield.
Like a bandit sweeping through, he stripped these elders and disciples of their storage artifacts, valuable accessories, and even a few decent-looking Dharma robes.
As he looted, he complained with disgust, Bah! A bunch of paupers! Added together, you're not even as rich as that fat kid alone! And you call yourselves elders of a major sect. How embarrassing!
After storing all the spoils—including the earth vein, the spirit milk, the wealth of the Wanfa Pavilion crowd, and the treasures he was safeguarding for Fatty Wang—into his own spatial treasure, Shi Wanshan felt immensely smug and prepared to leave.
Before leaving, he glanced at Fatty Wang, who was still sprawled out unconscious in the bushes, and then peeked at the Wanfa Pavilion people in the distance, who were starting to groan and stir. His thick eyebrows instantly knitted into a knot.
Tsk... how troublesome! If these poor bastards wake up before this fat kid and see him lying here, they'll definitely use him as a punching bag and slaughter him in passing...
He is, after all, someone by that kid Ruobai's side. I can't just watch him get chopped to pieces...
He muttered impatiently, but his movements were not slow in the slightest. Striding back, he hoisted Fatty Wang up with one hand as if carrying a sack of flour, weighing him with a look of disdain. Whoa, quite heavy!
His sharp gaze swept around, and soon, at the base of a steep cliff far from the center of the battlefield, he spotted an inconspicuous narrow crevice hidden by vines.
This will do!
Without bothering to look for a proper entrance, he swung a fist the size of a vinegar bowl and seemingly casually punched a spot on the cliff face with a heavy thud!
With a muffled boom, crushed stones tumbled down. The entrance of the crevice was precisely blasted open by his unparalleled, fierce punch, creating a gap just large enough for one person to squeeze through. The inside was pitch-black and seemed quite deep.
In you go! Shi Wanshan swung his arm, unceremoniously tossing Fatty Wang into the cave.
Hearing a muffled thud from inside, followed by the sound of a few rolling stones, he clapped his hands, seemingly feeling that his task was complete.
But just as he turned to leave, he stopped in his tracks, a trace of what a hassle appearing on his rugged face.
Sigh, forget it, forget it. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll just consider it accumulating good karma!
As if having convinced himself, he turned back around and muttered toward the hole, "Might as well see this good deed through to the end... I'll pack the dirt nice and tight so the wild dogs don't dig you up!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
