"WHAT THE FUCK!!!"
Shi Wanshan felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. He stood frozen in place, his rough, burly face instantly flushing a deep shade of liver-red!
An indescribable mixture of searing pain, fury, humiliation, and sheer disbelief exploded like a volcano in his chest!
"MY storage ring!!! ALL my life's savings!!! Which goddamn bastard did this?! Huh?!"
He let out a heart-rending roar, the shockwaves of his voice shaking dust loose from the ceiling of the shabby cave dwelling!
A hundred years of carefully hoarded treasures, the substantial wealth he'd accumulated over time—through shameless persistence, no, reasonable resource acquisition—at Purple Bamboo Peak, plus the fortunes he'd just won upon entering the Emperor's Tomb! All of it, gone!
"Don't let me find out who did this!!! I'll make you pay!!! I'll skin you alive! Tear you limb from limb!!!"
Shi Wanshan trembled with rage, his eyes bloodshot, like a furious lion that had its cub stolen. He paced in circles, wanting nothing more than to devour the thief alive!
In his fury, his gaze swept across the ground, and he suddenly froze.
Not far away, a few items lay scattered on the floor.
"Eh?"
The storm of his rage hit a sudden pause.
Suspiciously, he stepped forward, crouched down, and carefully picked up these items—each one was a life-saving trump card!
"This...?"
He fingered the treasures that still carried his own aura, completely bewildered.
"He robbed me, but deliberately left me a few means of survival? This devious bastard... still has a shred of conscience?"
But the next second, he jolted as if a bolt of lightning had struck the crown of his head. His entire body stiffened!
This plot, this method... Why the hell does it feel so familiar?!
Rob you clean, but leave you enough to survive, so you don't die!
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!"
Shi Wanshan suddenly snapped to realization. His weathered face instantly became a masterpiece of mixed emotions—anger, embarrassment, absurdity, and the intense frustration of "the hunter becoming the hunted" all warring across his features!
"Isn't this EXACTLY the dirty trick I pulled on Fatty Wang?!"
"It's someone I know! This is definitely an inside job! Which goddamn bastard used my own move against ME?!"
He was so furious he nearly spat blood! This was the ultimate humiliation!
A disgrace to the sect!
A disgrace to the sect, indeed!
"Don't let me find out who it is, or else..."
Shi Wanshan gnashed his teeth.
He panted heavily, and his gaze involuntarily fell upon the Purple-Robed Saint, who was still embedded in the ground nearby.
"Damn it, I lost big time!"
"This old fool looked like he'd been stripped clean earlier, but what if he still has something tucked away? I've got nothing now—every scrap counts!"
Clutching at that last thread of hope, Shi Wanshan cursed under his breath as he walked over to the Purple-Robed Saint's side and began patting him down.
The clothes had long been stripped away. Somewhat unwillingly, he pried open the man's clenched fists, felt behind his ears, and even tried to pry open his mouth to check!
Just then!
"Hngh...?"
A faint, pained groan came from beneath him.
Shi Wanshan's movements froze. He slowly looked down.
The Purple-Robed Saint, who had been in a deep coma and barely clinging to life, suddenly had his eyelids twitching violently a few times, then slowly, painfully, cracked open a slit!
A pair of pupils—dilated and unfocused due to severe wounds and weakness, yet still retaining remnants of fear and confusion—happened to meet Shi Wanshan's eyes, which were inches away, brimming with curiosity and unwillingness!
Their eyes met!
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
Shi Wanshan stood frozen, hunched over, one hand still prying open the other man's mouth.
The Purple-Robed Saint's haze-filled eyes first showed confusion, then focused, taking in Shi Wanshan's face and his "groping" movements...
A look of extreme terror, humiliation, and disbelief slowly spread across the Purple-Robed Saint's pale face.
Shi Wanshan: "..."
Purple-Robed Saint: "..."
Dead silence filled the cave.
Only one thought ran through Shi Wanshan's mind:
"Oh shit! There's NO way I can explain this one!!!"
The Purple-Robed Saint's unfocused gaze, after locking onto Shi Wanshan's "searching" hands and his face so close to his own, ultimately twisted into a mixture of blazing fury and bone-deep weakness, trembling.
"You... you..."
The Purple-Robed Saint's lips quivered, trying to speak, but his wounds and his agitation only let out a few broken syllables.
He looked at his own remaining undergarments, then at the burly man gripping his jaw, and finally at the disheveled state of the man's clothing...
A rational—but absolutely mortifying—assumption instantly took shape in his mind.
This is a robber with a twisted fetish!
He robbed me blind and now he wants to defile this Saint?!
Utter humiliation!
This is an outrage unprecedented in all of history!!
"Ptoo—!!"
The Purple-Robed Saint was already badly wounded, and in his fury, he spat out another mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. His aura grew even weaker, but the venom and killing intent in his gaze became almost tangible.
Shi Wanshan snapped back to reality. He yanked his hand back as if electrocuted, stumbled back two steps, and his face twisted into a mask of extreme awkwardness!
"Wait! Fellow Daoist! Brother! Hear me out! This is a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"
Shi Wanshan gestured frantically, trying to explain, "I didn't! I swear! It's not what it looks like!
I'm a victim too! I just woke up!
I just wanted to see if you had any more, uh, no, that's not it—I was just curious—goddammit, no!"
The more he talked, the more tangled and damning his words became.
Looking at the Purple-Robed Saint's expression, which seemed ready to devour him alive, Shi Wanshan knew this grudge was now carved in stone—and in the most infuriatingly absurd way possible.
The Purple-Robed Saint's gaze was ice-cold and full of venom. He didn't believe a word.
His injuries were too severe; he didn't even have the strength to lift a hand. All he could do was silently "flay" Shi Wanshan with his eyes, as if to torture him a thousand times over.
Shi Wanshan's scalp tingled under that stare. He knew that if he stayed any longer, once this old geezer caught even half a breath, he'd come at him to the death.
Not that Shi Wanshan feared him, but this misunderstanding was absolutely godawful! Even if he won a fight now, he'd walk away stinking of shame!
"Fine, fine, fine! I'm leaving! I'm leaving right now!" Shi Wanshan decided to cut his losses and flee.
Finally, he took one last look at the man on the ground—stripped naked except for his underwear, with eyes that could kill—and, after a long silence, forced out one last line:
"Right, fellow Daoist, take care of yourself! This place isn't safe—you should get out and treat your wounds too! We'll meet again... er, actually, let's NEVER meet again!"
With that, Shi Wanshan dared not linger a moment longer, terrified that the old man might have a brief resurgence of life force and jump up to destroy them both in mutual annihilation. With a flicker, he shot out of the cave like a startled rabbit, vanishing into the depths of the Emperor's Tomb's labyrinthine passages in the blink of an eye.
Inside the cave, only the Purple-Robed Saint remained, lying on the ground, feeling the agony of his body, the loss of his fortune, and the unspeakable humiliation of what had just occurred...
"AAAAAHHH—!!!!"
A roar filled with boundless malice, resentment, shame, and weakness—like the dying wail of a wounded beast—faint yet piercing, echoed through the empty cave dwelling.
"Villain! This Saint will never rest until you and I are enemies unto death—!!!”
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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!
