The Western Sea Grand World.
Boling City, Hitt Empire.
An Lan, clad in a patched-up priest's robe and carrying a large burlap sack, swaggered into the empire's bank branch with an air of unbridled arrogance.
Bypassing the crowded masses, he headed straight for the vacant VIP service window.
Thud!
In the blink of an eye, he slammed the sack onto the counter and bellowed at the top of his lungs:
"Exchange a thousand jin of third-tier energy ore into gold coins—all of it!"
Instantly, every eye in the room snapped toward him.
"Look at this fool of a first-tier priest. Did he hold up an umbrella when the Goddess of Wisdom rained down knowledge? Such idiocy is almost charming."
"Oh? Isn’t that Priest An Lan from the northern outskirts’ unofficial chapel?"
Someone in the crowd quickly recognized the identity of this walking target.
"Wasn’t he so broke he couldn’t even pay his nuns? Where’d he get so much third-tier ore?"
"Wait, is he that bold? Flaunting wealth without any backing?"
"Something’s off—no, scratch that, something’s way off!"
"Enough chatter. Hey, friend, let’s talk privately..."
Many exchanged glances before subtly retreating into the shadows.
An Lan had anticipated this reaction, but he couldn’t care less. In fact, he was practically thrilled.
Perfect!
This is the rush I wanted!
Here he was, a measly first-tier priest, sitting on a fortune—a plump, juicy sheep just begging to be slaughtered!
Come at me! The stronger the hunters, the wilder the thrill!
"Esteemed VIP, after verification, the one thousand jin of third-tier energy ore is confirmed. We’ve converted it into 100,000 gold coins and deposited them into your account. Here is our premium gold card—please keep it safe."
The teller beamed as she respectfully handed over the savings card.
But instead of taking it, An Lan smirked and seized her delicate hand, declaring with faux solemnity:
"Fair maiden, has anyone ever told you your hands are like divine relics lost to the mortal world? So exquisite, one can’t help but yearn to touch them. Given how scorching it is today, might I treat you to some iced tea?"
The pretty teller flushed crimson. "Mr. An Lan, please behave. I’m still on duty. But... tomorrow’s my day off. If your offer is sincere, I might consider a date."
An Lan knew she was subtly warning him, but fear was the last thing on his mind. He pushed further:
"Fair maiden, might I interpret this as your concern for me?"
"Concern for every VIP is my duty. That said, I strongly suggest you seek the guards’ protection—or handle things yourself, if you’re confident." With practiced grace, she pried his wandering hand away.
"Very well. Then I’ll have to invite you to dinner tomorrow. By the way, are you... available for iced drinks lately?" An Lan remained steadfast in his mission.
The teller nodded, cheeks still pink.
Grinning roguishly, An Lan finally took his leave, strutting out the door without another word.
By now, at least ten second-tier experts were likely already en route, tipped off about his windfall.
But that’s not enough.
His real target? The third-tier leader of the Phantom Beast Hunters!
A hundred thousand gold might not tempt your average third-tier powerhouse, but the notoriously greedy and ruthless Phantom Beast leader? Oh, he’d bite.
Too scared to go all out in the city with the garrison around? Fine—I’ll head straight for the outskirts!
At this moment, An Lan was no longer the cowardly backline healer.
Today, I charge into battle as the vanguard!
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Meanwhile...
Chen Yi had long prepared a doppelgänger imbued with 30% of his true strength.
Currently, he was idly scrolling through the public task board’s archives.
[Group 66 Help Request: Member ‘Xuanyuan Qingtian’ transmigrated into an era of withered spirituality and is about to be refined by a demonic cultivator. Exceeds our group’s capacity. Assistance requested.]
Power requirement: 30,000+
Reward: 100,000 points, 3,000 group EXP.
[Status: Completed]
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[Group 85 Help Request: Member ‘Spicy Crispy Snack’ reincarnated as a black dragon. Due to its blood’s... virility-enhancing properties, it’s now imprisoned and drained daily, nearing death. Assistance requested.]
Power requirement: 130,000+
Reward: 200,000 points, 20,000 group EXP.
[Status: Completed]
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[Group 6 Help Request: Member ‘Believe in the Light’ transmigrated into a world besieged by a dark upheaval. A longevity-starved grand cultivator is about to harvest their life essence. Assistance requested.]
Power requirement: 80,000,000+
Reward: 300,000,000 points, 50,000,000 group EXP.
[Status: Expired. Member deceased. Task void.]
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"Thought other chat groups had hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Turns out none could field an 80-million combatant?"
Chen Yi arched a brow, eyeing the two avatars before him.
One housed the chat group’s core, while the other was for missions—both at 30% of his full power, each clocking in at 900 million combat strength.
And he could summon 47 more such clones, totaling 49—a deliberate nod to the forty-nine divine lightning strikes of the damned Immortal Ascension Tribulation.
The fiftier, Primordial Chaos Lightning? That one stumped him.
His clones couldn’t tank it, and while his true form could, the tribulation’s cunning left him wary. After 81 failed attempts (each ending in a tactical retreat), he knew the provoked heavens would not let him off easy this time.
Just then, the chat pinged.
[Ding!]
[Group 108 Help Request Generated: Member ‘The God of Light is Unemployed’ carelessly flaunted wealth and is now cornered by predators. Assistance requested.]
Power requirement: 100,000+
Reward: 150,000 points, 20,000 group EXP.
[30-second decision window. Unclaimed tasks escalate to the public board.]
[Countdown: 30, 29, 28...]
As group leader, Chen Yi had priority—for the first 15 seconds, others were locked out.
[The God of Light is Unemployed: AHHHH! Group leader! HELP! Big scary men are circling me! Their eyes are glowing! So terrifying! So... exciting...]
[Runner-up in the Immortal Cultivation World: Dude. What is wrong with you?]
[The Sword Immortal with Clean Hands: My blade is straight. I am straight. You, my friend? Your vibes are crooked.]
[Chen Yi (Group Leader): Fear not. I shall quell the chaos you’ve incited!]
[The group leader has claimed the task. Spatial gateway activating.]
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
