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.]
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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
