Lin Tianba: "You... Dad, no matter what, the Suran Group was an industry left behind by your mother. How can you bear to watch it decline?"
Lin Ran: "You dare mention my mother? What gives you the right?"
"If my mother’s spirit in heaven saw how you treated me before, do you think she’d grind your bones to dust?"
Lin Tianba: "I raised you for so many years. Do you really feel nothing for our father-son bond?"
Lin Ran pulled out the belt again.
"Dad! Dad! I won’t say another word. We’re not father and son."
Lin Ran’s expression was ice-cold as he stared at Lin Tianba. "Do you know why it’s called the Suran Group and not the Su Lin Group? Because 'Su' was my mother’s surname, and 'Ran' is my name. From the very beginning, the Suran Group was left to me by my mother."
"Now, under your leadership, the group is headed for ruin. Shouldn’t you atone for this with your death?"
Lin Tianba sighed helplessly. "It’s not my fault! Blame that school district—it was suddenly rezoned as a garbage transfer station."
"Tell me, what could I do when a prime school district property suddenly turns into a dump? Dad, you’re rich, aren’t you? You’ve beaten and scolded me today. Just save the Suran Group."
Lin Ran: "I can’t be bothered to waste words on you. I came here today just to whip you. As for them..." His gaze swept coldly over Lin Jian, his mother, and Liu Ruxue.
Lin Jian: "Brother, Dad is really struggling. Just kneel and apologize to him, help the Lin family!"
Liu Ruxue trembled, not daring to speak, her eyes flickering toward Luo Yao.
Had she known Luo Yao would be here today, she would never have come.
Liu Yuemei also mustered her courage. "Xiao Ran, please help your father."
"And you, Miss Luo—last time was my fault for clashing with you. Since you’ve taken Xiao Ran under your wing, you should pay to resolve the Lin family’s crisis. After all, he still carries the Lin name. It’s not much—just a billion. For you, that should be easy, right?"
Liu Yuemei already knew Luo Yao’s true identity. Her eyes sparkled as if the billion was already in her hands.
Lin Tianba suddenly remembered this too.
"Yes, yes! CEO Luo, since you’re keeping my son—no, my dad—you have to pay. Once you pay, he’s yours."
Even Luo Yao was stunned by the Lin family’s words. This was more outrageous than her grandfather’s antics.
A billion wasn’t much—she could produce it anytime.
If it were for Ah Ran, she wouldn’t hesitate even for ten or a hundred billion. But for the Lin family?
The same people who once bullied Ah Ran?
Lin Ran sighed at Luo Yao. "I told you they’d disgust you. Believe me now?"
Luo Yao: "A bit shocking." She then walked up to Liu Yuemei and the other two.
"Ah Ran, should I make them disappear?"
Lin Ran hesitated. He wanted to say yes, but compared to vanishing outright, he’d rather watch them suffer slowly in this world—descending into misery, becoming beggars, cripples—until they wished for death.
"Not yet. I haven’t had my fill of fun."
Luo Yao’s eerie smile sent chills down their spines.
"Good. If Ah Ran wants to play, they’ll be your toys until they die in agony."
Lin Tianba’s eyes widened. This wasn’t how he imagined things would go.
Luo Yao’s ruthlessness was infamous in their circles. Fear gripped him—maybe coming here today was a mistake.
"CEO Luo, you can’t do this!"
Luo Yao: "Oh? Why not?"
"You bullied Ah Ran, so of course he’d seek revenge. To me, your Lin family is worth less than dog shit—do you not understand? If not for Ah Ran’s sake, you’d have died countless times already."
"But now, I’m looking forward to watching Ah Ran torment you slowly. This thrill is exhilarating."
Luo Yao was genuinely pleased. She adored Lin Ran’s transformation—it felt familiar yet thrilling.
Perhaps Lin Ran was becoming like her.
But no matter what he became, she’d love him. If he turned to Buddha, she’d guard him; if he became a demon, she’d slay gods for him.
As long as Lin Ran was happy.
Lin Tianba collapsed to the floor, drained of all energy.
It was over. He’d thoroughly offended Luo Yao.
He realized now—Lin Ran wasn’t Luo Yao’s kept man. She was the one under his spell.
How did this unfilial son have such power?
His pride had always been his younger son, Lin Jian. How did Lin Ran tame a she-devil like Luo Yao?
Lin Ran frowned. Lin Tianba was giving up too easily. That wouldn’t do.
He needed resistance. He needed to keep digging his own grave. How could Luo Yao’s words alone shatter his will?
"Yao Yao, stay out of this." Lin Ran’s words suddenly shifted the momentum. Lin Tianba stared at him in disbelief.
Luo Yao: "Fine. I’ll listen to Ah Ran."
Luo Yao was sharp. She immediately understood—Lin Ran wanted to give the Lin family hope, then plunge them into despair, repeating the cycle until he grew bored before delivering the final blow.
This revenge was... entertaining.
Lin Ran sighed at Lin Tianba. "Old beast, take your people and get out. If you never come near me again, I might spare your life."
Lin Tianba’s eyes gradually cleared.
This unfilial son still had some familial feeling left.
Injured and unsteady, he tried to leave with his family—until his "excellent" son Lin Jian opened his mouth.
"Let’s go, Jian. Move!" Lin Tianba stared in confusion at his motionless son.
Lin Jian gazed shyly at Luo Yao.
"Yao Yao, let my brother go. I’m the Lin family’s heir—I can take his place. In the future, I can even help you..." His voice died as Luo Yao’s gaze turned terrifying, freezing his blood and nearly making him lose control.
"What did you call me?" Luo Yao’s voice was glacial.
Lin Jian’s heart pounded under the pressure. Swallowing hard, he forced out—
"Yao—"
A flash of steel. Luo Yao’s dagger plunged into Lin Jian’s mouth, twisting violently. His tongue was nearly shredded.
"You dare call me 'Yao Yao'?"
Lin Jian stumbled back, clutching his mouth. Blood gushed between his fingers as he howled in pain, tears streaming. No one could decipher his garbled cries, but his agony was unmistakable.
"Ah—! You crazy bitch! What did you do to my son? I’ll kill you!" Liu Yuemei shrieked in horror.
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.
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
