"Go on, say it. My favorite is, of course, only you. There’s really no one else I like besides you, though there are a few people I despise."
"The Lin family?"
Lin Ran nodded.
"Yeah, the three dogs of the Lin family and the four beasts of the Liu family. Sooner or later, I’ll make them pay… Oh, and there’s also a black cat."
"A black cat?" Luo Yao seemed intrigued.
If she remembered correctly, this was the second time Lin Ran had mentioned the black cat.
"Right, the one in our estate. It only shows up occasionally. I gave it a name—Little Black."
Luo Yao pressed further, "Then why do you hate it?"
"Just thinking about it makes me angry. I feed it fish, give it water, and after eating and drinking, it has the nerve to curse me? How shameless is that?"
Luo Yao looked puzzled. "Can cats even curse?"
Lin Ran: "Well, it didn’t say it out loud, but in its heart, the words were filthy. I’ll catch it for you one day, and you can help me get revenge."
Luo Yao nodded, agreeing with Lin Ran’s reasoning.
"That really is shameless. Bring it to me, and I’ll make sure it regrets ever messing with Ran."
"Deal."
……
In an office building in the capital, the bodyguard Little Tong was starving, his stomach practically sticking to his back. Just as he was considering whether to force his way out, the door opened.
"Hungry? Have something to eat."
A black-clad man shoved a plastic bag into Little Tong’s arms, but he glanced at it and tossed it aside.
"Still this cautious?"
Little Tong didn’t bother hiding it. "I’m afraid you poisoned it."
The black-clad man chuckled. "If I wanted to poison you, I wouldn’t bother with something so trivial. And I have no reason to."
Little Tong was about to retort but suddenly paused.
He realized this might be an opportunity.
So he picked the food back up.
Seeing this, the black-clad man didn’t make any demands—he simply turned and left.
Once outside, he pulled out his phone to monitor the room.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed.
Where’d he go?
A moment later, Little Tong reappeared—he’d just been in a blind spot of the camera.
Watching Little Tong take the last bite of bread and wash it down with a sip of water, the black-clad man smirked.
The bread wasn’t poisoned. The water wasn’t poisoned. But together, they formed a deadly, addictive drug.
"No matter how cautious you are, you’d never guess this."
Soon, the footage showed Little Tong growing visibly distressed. Seeing his state, the black-clad man knew the time was right.
He reentered the room. Little Tong glared. "What the hell did you give me?"
Black-clad man: "Just something to make you happy. Didn’t it feel amazing?"
Little Tong: "You bastard."
"How amusing. A traitor calling someone else a bastard—that’s almost funny."
"What do you want?"
The black-clad man studied him with amusement. "Simple. Cooperation. But since you refused, I had to take measures."
"Don’t worry, it’s not lethal. Help me, and I’ll give you the antidote. Refuse, and you’ll live in agony."
In his daze, Little Tong saw a beautiful girl waving at him—his dream, the reason he worked so hard.
Slowly, he became entranced.
Then, a flicker of clarity returned to his eyes. He seemed to regain some awareness.
Damn it. Just one bite, and the reaction was this strong? This was no ordinary drug.
"Fine. I’ll cooperate. What do you want me to do?"
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The black-clad man smiled.
"I want you to get close to Luo Yao’s bodyguard team. Use money, favors, whatever—turn a few of them to my side."
Little Tong fell silent.
So it was about targeting the young lady.
"But those bodyguards were personally trained by her. They won’t betray their master for money."
"You did."
Little Tong closed his eyes, as if recalling something unpleasant.
"That’s because I was never loyal to begin with. I knew she’d come for me eventually. I just… envied Young Master Lin. I was just—" He cut himself off.
The black-clad man’s eyes darkened with intrigue. He itched to pry, but he wasn’t the type to dig relentlessly.
Little Tong’s words had already exposed his hidden motives.
"Good. Help me, and I’ll give you what you want—including Luo Yao."
Little Tong’s eyes widened.
Black-clad man: "I’m not stupid. Having feelings for Luo Yao isn’t something to be ashamed of."
Little Tong’s gaze turned greedy, but inside, he seethed with hatred.
So this was really about the young lady.
This idiot actually thinks I’m in love with her? How delusional.
Young lady, if you ever find out the truth and want to kill someone, please don’t swing your blade at the wrong person.
I’m innocent here.
"Fine. I agree."
The black-clad man clapped, and another figure, entirely shrouded in black—even their eyes concealed—entered the room.
"Pleasure doing business. This is your assistant. Coordinate with them as needed."
Seeing yet another black-clad figure, Little Tong grew wary but kept his thoughts to himself.
Their deal was struck. The next day, Luo Yao received the news.
Of course, it wasn’t transmitted electronically—that would’ve been too risky.
Little Tong had used a special code while contacting the bodyguards.
Meanwhile, Black-clad Man No. 2 had been watching his every move from a distance.
After getting the message, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes.
"Injured left leg… Could it be him?"
"And who’s the other one? Not the one I intentionally let escape, is it?"
"This is getting interesting."
Lin Ran suddenly barged into the study. "Yao, Principal Tang just called. The centennial celebration is the day after tomorrow. Are you going? If not, I’ll turn him down."
Luo Yao: "I’ll go."
"Alright, I’ll let him know."
As Lin Ran left to make the call, a glint flashed in Luo Yao’s eyes.
"If I had to pick the perfect moment to strike, it would be…"
Capital University’s centennial celebration was fast approaching. The school and student council had long begun preparations.
This time, the university provided the manpower, the student council actively coordinated, and the funding came from alumni donations.
The celebration was a complex affair, with multiple tasks running simultaneously. Students eagerly signed up as volunteers.
Alumni had already arrived in the capital but stayed away from campus to avoid adding to the chaos. Everyone knew how busy the school was.
Days earlier, the campus had begun decorating, lanterns and banners brightening every hall.
Lin Ran was simply notified to give a speech as the current outstanding student representative. The purpose was merely to let the older alumni catch a glimpse of the younger generation's brilliance.
What he didn’t know was that on the day of the alumni gathering, someone would pull an outrageous stunt on him.
This led to Lin Ran immediately going berserk on the spot.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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.
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.”
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!
