On the way back in the car, Lin Ran spoke with a hint of grievance.
"Darling, I was planning to propose to you in front of the whole world today, but those disgusting people ruined it."
Luo Yao was taken aback. "Haven’t we already registered our marriage? And last time at Wangfeng Mountain..."
"That was just exchanging rings, not an official proposal. And I promised you a wedding."
"Confessions, proposals, rings, weddings, holidays, birthdays—everything other girls have, you’ll have too."
Luo Yao nestled into Lin Ran’s arms, her eyes misty.
"All I’ve ever wanted is you. The formalities don’t matter to me."
Lin Ran let out a relieved sigh.
"Well then, I’ll just—"
"But if you break your promises, I’ll make you bite the edge of a table and smash your head until your teeth fall out. Then you’ll never dare lie to me again."
Lin Ran swallowed the rest of his words.
"Guess I have no choice but to propose and give you that wedding. Let me think about how to—"
Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of explosions suddenly rang out.
Just as the two were lost in their sweet moment, their car passed over a bridge.
The executive sedan was blasted off the ground, flipping several times before coming to a stop.
A shadowy figure stood on the bridge, watching the wreckage.
The bodyguards stared in disbelief before rushing toward the scene.
"Young Master Lin! Miss Luo!"
Wang Bao moved to help, only for two bodyguards to press their hands against his chest.
"You two—?"
"Sorry, Captain. We’re traitors."
Only then did Wang Bao notice two figures on the bridge—Little Tong and a person clad in black.
The black-clad figure leaped down and strode toward Wang Bao.
"Surprised? I’m back. Let’s see just how unkillable Luo Yao really is."
The voice was distorted, making it impossible to discern gender or age.
"See clearly now?"
The black-clad figure froze.
That was Luo Yao’s voice.
But hadn’t she just been blown to pieces in the explosion?
Unless… the intel was wrong? Luo Yao was never in that car?
She turned to Little Tong, whose expression remained eerily calm, and realized—she’d been played.
Spinning around, she came face-to-face with the last person she wanted to see.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao stood behind her, their gazes locked onto the black-clad figure.
Luo Yao’s voice was icy, like a demon emerging from hell.
"You’re really that stupid, huh? Did it never occur to you how conveniently you kept escaping that place?"
The black-clad figure—Luo Wuyou—stammered, "How… How did you know it was me?"
Meanwhile, the two traitorous bodyguards exchanged glances and tried to flee, only to be swiftly subdued.
Little Tong’s movements were rarely known, and even he hadn’t expected two bodyguards to actually betray them.
"Luo Wuyou, you think you’re clever? Too bad… Now, who’s backing you? Tell me, and I’ll make it quick. This time, you won’t get lucky again."
Luo Wuyou felt the encroaching presence of the bodyguards and the deathly chill in Luo Yao’s stare.
The air reeked of doom.
"So this was another one of your traps. You wanted to lure out my allies. But do you really think I’d talk?"
Luo Yao never wasted words on the stubborn.
In a flash, she lunged forward.
Luo Wuyou knew it was life or death. No more holding back.
She drew her dagger—her weapon of choice—and thrust it straight for Luo Yao’s heart.
But Luo Yao was already in front of her, hand pressed against Luo Wuyou’s head at point-blank range.
Bang!
Withdrawing her hand, Luo Yao looked down at Luo Wuyou’s fallen body with disdain.
"Times have changed, and here you are still playing with knives. Who do you think you are?"
"Take Luo Wuyou to the Luo family estate. Let the old man see his daughter… or rather, touch her one last time."
"Yes, Miss."
Luo Wuyou died never imagining her final confrontation with Luo Yao wouldn’t be a life-or-death struggle—but an instant, brutal end.
Luo Yao suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching her chest.
Lin Ran panicked, rushing to her side.
"Yao… Yao! Quick, call a doctor!"
Tears streamed down his face as he saw the blood staining her clothes.
"No… no! You promised you’d stay with me forever…"
His world shattered in that moment. Never had he felt such terror, such helplessness.
"Luo Yao, can you hear me? You liar! You said no one could hurt you! How could you— Doctor! Where’s the damn doctor?!"
Unable to bear his anguish, Luo Yao quietly opened one eye.
"Lin Ran…"
"Yao?!"
"It’s fake. The blood’s fake. Don’t panic—just keep pretending to cry."
Lin Ran’s mind blanked for a second before he caught on.
"Yao Yao... I... sobs."
He finally understood why Luo Yao, who could have instantly killed Luo Wuyou, chose to engage in close combat instead.
It was all to create the illusion of being injured.
It had truly terrified him.
Lin Ran wasn’t pretending to cry—he was genuinely crying, overwhelmed by fear.
A grown man, usually too reserved to show his emotions, now had the perfect excuse to let it all out under Luo Yao’s orders. What a brilliant actor he was!
After "pretending" to cry for a while, Lin Ran carried Luo Yao into the car and drove toward the estate. Meanwhile, specialists from several hospitals in the capital were also en route.
The convoy resumed its journey, and the wreckage of the exploded vehicle was swiftly dealt with.
However, all of this was being observed through a pair of binoculars from a distant tower.
The black-clad man lowered the binoculars and stood in silence for a long, long time before slowly removing his hood.
"Little girl, we meet again."
What puzzled him the most was Little Tong.
Now it seemed those two bodyguards had genuinely been turned by her, carrying out the bomb installation as he had planned.
Except Little Tong was working with Luo Yao, which was why Luo Yao never boarded that car.
He couldn’t understand—how could Little Tong betray him after consuming the substance he’d given her?
He had considered the possibility of her faking her betrayal, but he never imagined someone would willingly throw their life away.
Suddenly, he remembered something—the last bite of bread Little Tong had taken.
It had been in a blind spot of the surveillance.
Damn it, he’d been fooled.
But did they really think this was enough?
With Luo Yao severely injured, this was the perfect opportunity.
"If you die, so be it. If you refuse to go quietly, I’ll help you along."
The black-clad man stripped off his outerwear and issued orders to the men behind him.
"Assemble. We’re heading to Dongtian Estate."
Little girl, did you really think your uncle wouldn’t have a backup plan?
Back at the estate, Luo Yao immediately sprang back to life, clinging to Lin Ran and refusing to let go.
"Ah Ran, I’m sorry for making you worry."
Lin Ran’s eyes were still red—the agony of near-loss had shattered him, but the joy of having her back filled him with relief.
"Next time, don’t you dare lie to me again."
Luo Yao: "Fine. If I lie to you again, may my whole family perish."
Lin Ran burst into laughter.
"Oh, you—how dare you copy my lines!"
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.
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
