Luo Wuyou's mind was reeling.
Luo Yao had also left home at eighteen—why was she so much more formidable?
In the past, Luo Wuyou had entertained the thought that if it ever came to a life-or-death struggle with Luo Yao, she might stand a chance. But now, that notion was utterly crushed.
Disgusted by Old Master Luo's shrill voice, Luo Yao kicked him square in the mouth.
"You had your chance to speak earlier. Now? No need."
Snapping back to reality, Luo Wuyou rushed to support Old Master Luo.
"Father! Are you alright?"
Old Master Luo: "Uwah—ahbah—wah!"
"Father! What are you saying?"
"Wah—ahbah—bah!"
Luo Wuyou stared at Luo Yao, her eyes burning with hatred—and fear.
"Luo Yao, what exactly do you want?"
Luo Yao looked puzzled. What did she want?
Wasn’t it them who issued the summons?
"Two things. First, hand over the family head’s key. Second, deliver Second Luo to me."
What Luo Yao sought was crucial—it involved the Luo family’s dragon vein, though no one knew what lay inside.
The key was split into two parts. One half belonged to the family head, but Luo Yao had seized the position through bloodshed, so she’d never obtained it.
This was Old Master Luo’s last lifeline.
The other half should have been with the guardian. But the previous guardian, Luo Wuyou, had failed in her role, so Second Luo—Luo Yao’s own uncle—had taken temporary custody, claiming Luo Wuyou wasn’t fit.
Later, when Luo Yao returned, she refused the guardianship and unleashed a massacre. Second Luo vanished.
Everyone assumed Luo Yao had imprisoned him.
No one had ever opened the Luo family’s treasure. Rumor said it required both keys.
But for generations, no guardian and family head had ever agreed to unlock it.
Luo Yao didn’t need the key—she just wanted to see what was inside. Was it something she required?
She hadn’t even known about the keys until after Second Luo disappeared.
Second Luo had been the most ruthless man of his generation.
"Don’t delude yourself. A woman has no right to control the Luo family’s legacy. Hand over Luo Corporation now," Luo Wuyou snapped, speaking for Old Master Luo, who could no longer articulate words.
It had just dawned on her why her father had clung to the key all these years—it was his only shield against death.
As long as he held it, Luo Yao wouldn’t kill him.
Luo Yao’s voice was ice. "No answer? Then silence it is."
"Uncle Fu, send this woman back there. She won’t see daylight again."
"Yes."
Luo Wuyou froze, a chill crawling down her spine.
The last time Luo Yao had sent her away, it had taken years to escape. Was she really going back?
Luo Yao’s disdainful gaze swept over her, and Luo Wuyou looked up—the scene was eerily familiar.
"Luo Wuyou, if I hadn’t used you as bait to lure out Second Luo, did you really think you could’ve escaped?"
What?
Luo Wuyou felt as if struck by lightning.
Now she understood why the heavily guarded facility had suddenly presented an opportunity.
It had all been Luo Yao’s design.
She was a pawn. Old Master Luo was a pawn.
Luo Yao cared nothing for blood ties.
"Ha! Haha—HAHAHA!" Luo Wuyou tore off her mask, revealing a face ravaged by burns, a grotesque contrast to her former allure.
Lin Ran recoiled—it was hideous.
"So we were all your pieces on the board. Luo Yao… you truly are heartless."
Her eyes flicked to Lin Ran.
"Little brother, be careful. This woman won’t love you. She’ll only use you."
Uncle Fu swiftly had Luo Wuyou bound. She gritted her teeth.
No. I have to fight back. What if—?
She lunged—but a dart struck her neck, pumping her full of sedatives.
Luo Wuyou: It’s over.
Luo Yao turned to Lin Ran, a flicker of panic in her eyes.
She was unsettled by Luo Wuyou’s words. What if Lin Ran believed them?
Everyone in this world could be a tool—but her A’Ran wasn’t.
Lin Ran grinned. "I love you, wife. You’re the best."
Luo Yao exhaled in relief, her icy glare sweeping the room.
The Luo family members shuddered, remembering her past brutality.
Why were only Luo Wuyou, Old Master Luo, and Luo Yao left of the main bloodline? Lack of heirs?
No. It was because years ago, in this very hall, a purge had left the family drenched in blood.
"You’ve fed on the Luo family’s wealth for years—yet you dared disrespect A’Ran?"
Before they could protest, Luo Yao cut in coldly.
"Expel them all. From today, they’re no longer under Luo family protection."
Uncle Fu moved instantly.
Luo Yao approached Lin Ran.
"A’Ran, did you hit them earlier… for me?"
The servants had reported Lin Ran’s outburst—how he’d slapped faces over their vile tongues.
"Damn right. They can insult me, but badmouth you? I’ll wreck them. ‘Give them face’? If I bowed to every demand, where’s my dignity?"
Luo Yao’s heart swelled with joy. Meanwhile, her guards dragged the offenders out at gunpoint.
Outside, under the barrels’ threat, Uncle Fu achieved a silent feat: severing one hand from each traitor.
From this day, few in the Luo family would remain whole.
Bi Yaolian, the second aunt, lost a hand—plus her tongue. After a pause, Uncle Fu ordered her "two balloons" removed too.
Hmm. No sign of him. Probably won’t show.
Only then was she released, left for others to scavenge.
Returning inside, Uncle Fu reported, "Young Miss, they’re gone."
Luo Yao nodded. "A’Ran, let’s leave. This place… unsettles me."
"Sure."
Lin Ran stood, amused by the day’s theatrics. Pity there weren’t snacks.
As they passed Old Master Luo’s wheelchair, the man had succumbed to pain-induced unconsciousness.
Luo Yao had him dumped in the back chambers to rot.
But she knew he’d cling to life.
He still craved his throne.
How delightful… when you finally reclaim it, only to find Luo Corporation no longer belongs to the Luos.
I can’t wait.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
