Five burly men charged toward Qin Ran, their appearances unmistakably marking them as body cultivators. The leader, especially, was built like a bear, with a fierce and menacing expression, exuding an intimidating aura—standing there like a guardian deity.
In contrast, Qin Ran was slender and delicate, with refined features that made him look more like a scholar holding a brush than someone who knew how to fight.
The stark contrast between the two sides was striking. When the leader reached out to grab Qin Ran by the shoulder—
"Ooh…"
The ordinary islanders who had gathered around gasped in shock, their hearts filled with worry for Qin Ran.
But the next second—
"Smack!"
"Whoa!!"
The onlookers erupted in even louder exclamations!
There, in front of the furniture shop, the slender Qin Ran had effortlessly blocked the bear-like man’s hand with a single palm, stopping him dead in his tracks.
Then, with a twist of his wrist, Qin Ran precisely locked onto the man’s pressure point.
The burly man was brimming with brute strength, capable of overturning rivers and seas—yet no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t pull his hand free. Instead, his wrist ached sharply, forcing him to freeze in place.
The scene was almost comical—the towering man, half a head taller than Qin Ran, was now hunched over in pain, his wrist locked in Qin Ran’s grip, making him appear shorter.
Qin Ran’s fingers pressed firmly against the man’s wrist joint and acupoints, cutting off his qi and blood flow, rendering him powerless.
As an alchemist, Qin Ran had an intimate understanding of the human body’s pressure points and joints. That was why a single precise grip was enough to immobilize the man.
"If you have something to say, say it properly. Resorting to violence is just wrong," Qin Ran said with a smile, nodding amiably at the surrounding crowd. "We should strive for peace and harmony. Why resort to bloodshed?"
As he spoke, the other four men were already itching to rush forward and rescue their leader.
The two fingers gripping the man’s wrist felt like steel, the pain spreading until half his body began to numb.
Unable to break free, the man cursed inwardly—What kind of alchemist is this?!
He looked up at Qin Ran again, seeing only a delicate young man. The shopkeeper had clearly told them to capture an alchemist.
But how could an alchemist overpower him in a single move?
He was a second-tier body cultivator!
On Demon Island, he had few equals.
"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded.
Qin Ran twisted his wrist further, intensifying the pain. "Weren’t you the ones looking for me? Why ask who I am?"
Gritting his teeth, the man spat, "You’re no alchemist—you’re a body cultivator!"
"You don’t even know my true strength… So you have no idea who Li Feiyu really is?" Qin Ran shook his head, releasing the man’s arm. "Who sent you?"
"Hmph!"
The man rubbed his wrist, glaring furiously. "You don’t deserve to know!"
With that, he reached behind his back and drew a massive cleaver, swinging it straight at Qin Ran.
Seeing their leader draw his weapon, the other four quickly followed, unsheathing blades and swords as they charged.
"Why?!" Qin Ran’s face twisted in anguish as he watched the cleaver descend. "Why force me to fight?!"
"Ah, such a kind-hearted boy!" an elderly woman in the crowd sighed.
"This cruel world…" an old man muttered. "It always pushes good people to fight back."
The leader was a second-tier body cultivator—his slash could split mountains and shatter stones. Yet Qin Ran merely clenched his fist and met the blade head-on.
"Hah! No matter how strong you are, you dare face my blade with bare hands?!"
Enraged by Qin Ran’s apparent disregard, the man put all his strength into the strike, refusing to dodge or adjust his swing.
"Clang!"
A deafening impact rang out as fist met steel.
And then—
The cleaver shattered where Qin Ran’s fist had struck.
"What?!" The crowd gasped in disbelief. "Did I just see that?!"
"His flesh withstood a magical weapon—and the weapon broke?!"
"Who is that young man?!"
A fleeting, radiant glow had flashed across Qin Ran’s fist before the blade shattered. Without pause, he drove his punch forward, slamming into the man’s chest.
The force was overwhelming—the man was sent flying across the street, crashing through a shop’s wall and disappearing behind it.
With their leader knocked out in one punch, the remaining four men froze in shock.
But Qin Ran didn’t stop. His steps blurred as he closed the distance, fists clashing against blades. A series of metallic snaps later, their weapons lay broken, and each man was dealt several punches, sending them flying.
Two were embedded in walls, one followed their leader through the shop, and the last was planted headfirst into the stone street.
Standing in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by Demon Island’s residents, Qin Ran clenched his right fist with his left hand, his expression pained, as if he regretted having to hurt them.
"Why?" he asked again. "Why did you have to push me like this?"
The ragged onlookers pitied him—a kind young man forced to defend himself against street thugs, his heart surely tormented by the violence.
Unable to bear it, someone stepped forward. "Don’t torture yourself—run! The island lord’s guards are coming. If you don’t leave now, you’ll be jailed for fifteen days for street brawling."
"Ah, really?" Qin Ran snapped out of his thoughts. He quickly patted down the man buried in the street, retrieving an identity token from his pocket.
One side bore the character "Yuan."
"So it is the Yuan Organization?!" Qin Ran’s eyes narrowed. "Persistent bastards!"
He checked the others—all five carried the same tokens.
"You still aren’t leaving?" another urged.
Qin Ran glanced up—uniformed guards were pushing through the crowd toward him.
"Thank you all for the warning!" He cupped his hands in gratitude before slipping away into the throng.
By the time the guards arrived, only the Yuan Organization’s men remained—Qin Ran was long gone.
On the rocky shores of Demon Island, Qin Ran turned back, glaring at the distant city, teeth clenched.
"Chased off by the Yuan Organization again… Am I really as cowardly as my original self?"
"Yuan Organization… Just you wait, damn it."
Muttering curses, he dove into the sea and swam away, not daring to return—like a kid talking tough but running from a fight.
"I'm going back to help that cowardly main body secure a foothold, not because I'm afraid of you. Once I've set up the formation array on this deserted island..."
Muttering to himself, he swam back toward the divine sense imprint on the desolate island.
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
