As soon as I stepped inside, I saw the front courtyard packed with people, yet no one spoke a word. The silence was so thick it felt like walking into a morgue—not even a single breath dared to escape.
The old mansion was bustling with dozens of people, men and women, most of them over thirty, with only a handful of younger faces.
"Luo Yao, you’ve finally returned." The masked woman’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes burning with hatred.
"With this many of you, are you planning to invade Iraq?" Luo Yao said coldly.
Every single person present wore a look of utter confusion.
Sure, they had numbers, but Luo Yao had brought over thirty people herself. Even if she was outnumbered, she’d arrived alone at the helm.
"Cat got your tongues?" Luo Yao’s voice was icy.
"This must be our nephew-in-law! Come, take a seat." A middle-aged woman spoke with exaggerated warmth, putting on the airs of a doting elder.
Luo Yao ignored her, and Lin Ran naturally followed suit.
Luo Yao: "I told you to speak, not to waste my time."
The woman’s face stiffened with embarrassment, but she didn’t dare say another word.
"Where’s the old man? What’s the meaning of that ridiculous summons?"
Luo Yao was already thinking about burning that so-called "gathering order" today.
"The family head is in the back hall. Shouldn’t you go see him first?" the masked woman spoke again.
"Luo Wuyou, what’s with the mask? Trying to play mysterious?"
That’s right—the masked woman was Luo Wuyou. Lin Ran recognized her voice.
He remembered her quite well.
So she hadn’t died after all. Surviving a sabotaged plane crash—talk about luck.
Luo Wuyou’s hatred ran deep. The reason she wore a mask was because of her injuries.
Last time, shortly after takeoff, she realized the plane was malfunctioning. When she tried the emergency escape pod, she found it completely devoid of survival gear.
Her only option was to jump at the last possible moment before impact—a move with terrifyingly low odds.
But during the descent, she was injured, forcing her to leap at the final second. The explosion from the crash engulfed her, leaving her with severe burns across her body, including her face. At least she’d survived.
"Heh. Didn’t expect me to still be alive, did you?"
Luo Yao smirked mockingly.
"You’ve said that before. Every time you do, it just proves you’ve suffered inhuman torment. So what if you’re alive?"
Luo Wuyou: "Very good, Luo Yao. You really are ruthless. Not even a shred of familial loyalty between aunt and niece."
Everyone else looked baffled. Only now did they realize the masked woman was Luo Wuyou.
But why did their exchange sound so… hostile?
Luo Yao stepped right up to Luo Wuyou.
"Spit it out if you’ve got something to say."
Luo Wuyou leaned in and whispered into Luo Yao’s ear: "We’ve got news about Second Uncle. With his support, how long do you think you’ll last as family head?"
Luo Yao’s eyes narrowed. So the mastermind behind all this was him.
"Luo Yao, are you going to see your grandfather in the back hall?"
Everyone expected her to refuse, but to their surprise, Luo Yao nodded.
"Fine." She then turned to Lin Ran.
"Hubby, wait here for me, okay? 0v0" Luo Yao didn’t want to bring him along.
Lin Ran nodded. He knew the place was already under Luo Yao’s control, with armed guards stationed around. Plus, she had a gun. There wasn’t much to worry about.
After Luo Yao and Luo Wuyou left, the crowd in the front hall began eyeing Lin Ran curiously.
"Is this Luo Yao’s boytoy?"
"Nephew-in-law, would you like something to eat?" The same woman from earlier spoke up again.
Just then, another voice cut in.
"Auntie, why bother with him? He’s just that crazy Luo Yao’s pet."
"Exactly. Pretty boys like him are the worst."
Lin Ran: ??? You’ve just signed your own death warrants.
At that moment, an older man stepped forward—Luo Yao’s cousin, Luo Disi.
"Kid, this is the Luo family ancestral home. Mind your manners."
Lin Ran: ??? What did I even do?
"You—what kind of man stoops to being a kept boy? And Luo Yao, what’s wrong with her? First, her personality’s a mess, and now she’s flaunting her indecency by keeping a man? Disgusting."
Lin Ran’s temper flared instantly. Insult him all they wanted, but his wife? That was a line they couldn’t cross.
He lunged forward and slapped Luo Disi hard across the face, leaving the man stunned.
"You dare hit me?" Luo Disi couldn’t believe it—a mere boytoy, striking him?
As Luo Disi moved to retaliate, a series of ominous clicks echoed through the hall.
Old Man Fu had the guards train their guns on Luo Disi. One word from Lin Ran, and he’d be turned into Swiss cheese.
Terrified, Luo Disi immediately raised his hands in surrender, utterly bewildered.
Lin Ran delivered another resounding slap.
"Talk shit about me all you want, but insult my wife? Who else would I slap but you?"
Luo Disi exploded. Even after surrendering, Lin Ran had the audacity to hit him again? He roared in fury.
"I’m Luo Yao’s brother! I’ll have her beat you to death!"
Another slap landed.
"Keep your voice down, dumbass. Your spit’s flying everywhere—disgusting."
Lin Ran showed zero respect, and the entire Luo family watched in shock.
This man… wasn’t anything like the rumors.
As tensions threatened to boil over, the same woman from earlier stepped in to mediate.
She was Luo Yao’s paternal aunt by marriage, Bi Yaolian—a name meaning "unstained by mud, untainted by impurity."
Also the lawful wife of Luo Yao’s second uncle.
"We’re all family here! What’s this nonsense? Disi, even if Luo Yao’s a shameless slut, they’re legally married now. How could you say such things?"
Bi Yaolian wanted to assert her authority while playing peacemaker for both sides.
"Everyone, do me this favor and let it go, alright?"
Lin Ran turned and—smack—slapped her so hard her face twisted.
Bi Yaolian stared at him in disbelief.
"Why did you hit me?"
Lin Ran leaned in, his voice dripping with venom.
"That mouth of yours isn’t for speaking—it’s for spewing trash. Every word out of it is pure filth. If I didn’t slap you, I might as well not have hands."
"And you want me to give you face? You’ve trampled your dignity into the ground and used it as a doormat—must feel real good, huh?"
Just then, another man stepped forward—Luo Wumu, Luo Yao’s uncle and the old patriarch’s nephew.
"Lin Ran, don’t think you can act wild just because you’ve got Luo Yao’s backing. This is the Luo family. That deadbeat girl is still one of us, and I’m her uncle—you should be calling me ‘Uncle’ too. If you won’t give your aunt face, at least give your uncle some respect. For my sake, tell those men to lower their guns."
Luo Wumu smirked inwardly: Pathetic woman. Useless. This is how a real Luo man handles things.
Smack!
Lin Ran’s slap arrived fashionably late. He’d half-expected something sensible, but no—just more garbage.
"I’m Luo Yao’s cousin, Luo Dimei. Give me some face—"
Smack!
"I’m her younger cousin, Luo Dichuang—"
"Slap!"
"I am Luo Yao's aunt, Luo Wudie..."
"Slap!"
"I am Luo Yao's cousin, Luo Po..."
"Slap!"
Lin Ran, exhausted from the beating, bent over and roared hysterically.
"Who! Else! Wants! Me! To! Give! Them! Face?!"
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!
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.
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!
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.
