"Are you okay?"
A voice came from the darkness behind, tinged with concern.
Luo Yao, who had been lying on the ground, instantly reacted like a startled beast. Her body jerked upright, a flash of ferocity in her eyes. In one swift motion, she drew a dagger and lunged toward the source of the voice in the shadows.
Her speed was terrifying—as if she had transformed into an avenging grim reaper.
Lin Ran paled in shock. He hadn’t expected such a reaction from Luo Yao.
"I’m Lin Ran!" he shouted immediately.
His voice echoed in the darkness, laced with urgency and fear.
Luo Yao froze for a split second, but then her eyes burned even brighter—a crimson hue of utter madness.
Her gaze was like flickering flames, fueled by boundless rage and killing intent.
Lin Ran knew this state all too well. Luo Yao had descended into a dangerously unhinged frenzy.
"I! WILL! KILL! YOU!" Luo Yao enunciated each word slowly.
Her voice was like a curse from the depths of hell, every syllable dripping with bone-chilling malice.
She raised her dagger and thrust it toward Lin Ran with lethal force. The blade’s cold glint shimmered in the dark, as if summoning death itself.
"Luo Yao, don’t you recognize me?" Lin Ran pleaded, his voice trembling as he tried to snap her out of it.
But Luo Yao was too far gone, consumed by grief and fury. She couldn’t hear him.
All she wanted was to slaughter Lin Ran, preserve his body, and carry him with her forever—wherever she went.
"YOU! ARE! MINE!"
In her twisted mind, Lin Ran was the only thing she could cling to—even if it meant doing so in the most extreme way.
Lin Ran’s heart sank as he dodged her frenzied attacks. The Luo Yao before him was unrecognizable from the girl he once knew.
She was no longer the innocent-eyed child but a shadow-devoured assassin.
A deep sorrow welled up inside him. He didn’t want to hurt her, yet he had no choice but to evade her relentless strikes.
At the last possible moment, Lin Ran grabbed the blade with his bare hand.
"Drip, drip."
Blood trickled from his palm, splattering onto the ground. The sound was unnervingly loud in the silence.
At least I reacted fast enough, Lin Ran thought grimly. He’d narrowly avoided a fatal blow.
If Luo Yao had been even a fraction quicker, he’d be dead.
[Little Black: "You're hurt."]
[Lin Ran: "On purpose. Maybe only blood can bring her back."]
[Little Black: "Bullshit. Just admit you got your ass handed to you."]
Lin Ran couldn’t believe it. Even at this stage, Luo Yao had the power to kill him instantly. And yet, she was still just a kid.
"Luo Yao, I can’t die. Because if I do, you’ll regret it," Lin Ran said through gritted teeth, locking eyes with her, willing her to snap out of it.
[Little Black: "Oh, spare me the dramatics."]
The young Luo Yao didn’t seem to understand his words. Seeing Lin Ran injured only made her agitation grow.
A strange sensation churned inside her—as if something within was fighting to break free from her madness.
Suddenly, Lin Ran pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if trying to drag her back from the abyss.
Luo Yao’s eyes cleared in an instant, then dulled. The dagger slipped from her grasp and clattered to the ground.
Her body trembled slightly, confusion flickering across her face—like she’d just woken from a nightmare.
Wait… this isn’t a dream?
Her gaze slowly focused on the "familiar" face before her, and a storm of emotions surged in her chest.
"Luo Yao, I came to find you."
Lin Ran’s voice was soft yet firm, like winter sunlight piercing through her icy heart.
Luo Yao felt something stir inside her—a craving she hadn’t known in years.
It took root in her chest, thawing the numbness she’d grown accustomed to.
Two years ago, she’d tasted this warmth, only to lose it. The pain had haunted her ever since.
"You… came… for me?"
Her voice wavered, a fragile hope flickering in her eyes—like a candle in the dark, faint but precious.
"Of course. I wouldn’t be here otherwise," Lin Ran said with a smile, warm as spring breeze, dispelling the shadows in her heart.
The scent of him was familiar—something she’d known two years ago. It was the smell of safety, the one she’d longed for in countless nightmares.
"It’s… really… you?"
A spark of joy lit up her gaze.
"It’s me. I’m sorry I took so long."
Lin Ran clasped her hand tightly, as if pouring his strength into her.
The sun had fully set now, leaving only the faintest glow on the horizon—a thin thread of light draping over them.
In that fading glow, Luo Yao finally saw his face clearly. Her breath hitched, and she threw herself into his arms.
"You jerk! Why did you take so long?"
Her voice was half-complaint, half-relief, as she clung to him, terrified he’d vanish again.
Lin Ran held her close, the familiarity of it almost surreal.
He gently stroked her hair, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.
Whether now or in the past, Luo Yao had always been by his side. And that realization made him cherish this moment all the more.
"I’m sorry I’m late," he whispered into her ear, guilt lacing his words.
[Little Black: "Oh boo-hoo. ‘Sorry I’m late.’ Done with the theatrics yet?"]
The teasing voice echoed in Lin Ran’s mind.
[Lin Ran: "Want me to let Luo Yao slit your throat?"]
Little Black fell silent—like he’d just walked into a morgue.
Lin Ran had meant it as a joke, but soon, it wouldn’t be funny anymore.
As Luo Yao’s features sharpened in his vision, he took in how much she’d changed.
Her hair was still short, but it framed her face differently now—more mature, slightly disheveled against her cheeks.
Her eyes weren’t as cold as they would become. Instead, they shimmered like stars.
She’d grown taller too, her figure slender and poised—like a rare bud on the verge of blooming.
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.
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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
