"That bitch Chen Qingtian is getting prettier by the day. I’d love to see her stripped naked on a bed. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to film plenty of videos—maybe I’ll even let you have a look if I’m in a good mood."
Yu Chengqun’s humiliating taunts continued, his grip on Fang Buxia growing heavier.
Lying on the ground, Fang Buxia suddenly mustered an unexpected burst of strength, springing up and punching Yu Chengqun square in the eye.
"Don’t you dare insult my sister!" Fang Buxia roared.
Yu Chengqun’s face twisted in fury. "You’re dead."
Just as Yu Chengqun was about to send Fang Buxia to meet his parents, an angry yet melodious voice cut through the air.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing the voice, both men froze.
Chen Qingtian stood there.
She had come to Jingda University to find Yu Chengqun—Uncle Fu’s detective had uncovered that the incident between her and Fang Buxia years ago might have been a misunderstanding. She needed confirmation from Yu Chengqun.
But the moment she stepped onto campus, she spotted a familiar figure before she could even ask around. Unsure if her eyes were playing tricks, she chased after him, only to lose him in the maze-like, secluded faculty housing area. Frustrated, she turned to leave when the sounds of a scuffle drew her to a dimly lit corner where the two stood.
Fang Buxia stiffened, his head bowed, unable to look up.
"Chen Qingtian?" Yu Chengqun narrowed his eyes.
Heh. Looks like you delivered yourself right to me.
Chen Qingtian stepped forward, her heart softening at the sight of the boy with his head down.
Some people, no matter how much time has passed or how grave their mistakes, can still pierce right through you the moment they reappear.
Yu Chengqun feigned panic. "Qingtian-jie, Fang Buxia wronged you before. I was just teaching him a lesson for you."
Fang Buxia’s eyes burned with rage—he hadn’t forgotten the vile words Yu Chengqun had just spat about Chen Qingtian.
A murderous intent rose in his chest.
He wanted to kill Yu Chengqun.
But before he could act—
"Ah—!"
Yu Chengqun crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Chen Qingtian’s gaze sharpened as she looked down at the childhood friend beneath her feet.
"I heard every word you said."
She exhaled slowly. She no longer needed Yu Chengqun’s confirmation.
His earlier words were proof enough—he had orchestrated everything back then.
Uncle Fu’s detective was truly impressive.
Yu Chengqun howled in pain, unable to form another coherent word.
Chen Qingtian reached out to touch Fang Buxia, but the moment her fingers grazed his forehead, his entire body trembled violently.
Then he turned and stumbled away.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
She tried to chase after him, but Yu Chengqun grabbed her ankle.
"Qingtian-jie… please… help me… I was wrong…"
With that, he passed out.
Chen Qingtian realized things might have gone too far—she had kicked with full force, aiming for a lethal spot in her fury.
Ever the "kind-hearted" soul, she dialed 120 for Yu Chengqun before rushing after Fang Buxia—but the boy had vanished.
"Xiaxia! Where are you? Come out and see me, please!" she called out desperately.
Only silence answered.
After searching Jingda’s campus for a while, a thought struck her. But just as she was about to leave, her phone exploded with calls.
Chen Xiao’s furious voice blasted through the receiver.
"Where the hell are you, girl? Do you have any idea what you’ve done? The Yu family has already called the police—"
Officers arrived immediately, arresting Chen Qingtian for intentional assault.
But the Chen family moved just as swiftly, posting bail to bring her home pending investigation.
The Yu family was wealthy, but the Chens had connections—and since bail was standard procedure, the police released her on the spot.
At the Chen residence:
"Qingtian, no matter how deep the grudge, was it necessary to go that far? Yu Chengqun is the Yu family’s heir, and you just crippled him. They’re beyond furious now."
Chen Qingtian knew she’d messed up, but she still muttered under her breath, "He had it coming."
"You—!" Chen Xiao was exasperated.
"Do you even realize what you did? You crushed one of Yu Chengqun’s testicles."
Chen Qingtian: Oh… that’s a problem.
The entire Chen household was grim-faced.
She hadn’t expected her kick to be that devastating.
Just then, her aunt Chen Zhima arrived home.
Upon hearing the news, she had immediately pulled strings through her network. Seeing Chen Xiao’s distress, she scoffed at her father’s stubborn righteousness.
She despised his unwavering moral rigidity—the world wasn’t that black and white.
The Yu family was powerful, but the Chens weren’t pushovers.
If Chen Xiao would just leverage his younger brother’s influence, the Yu family would have no choice but to swallow their pride.
Money meant nothing when the Chens had political backing.
But knowing her father, if the Yu family pressed charges, he might actually let Chen Qingtian go to prison.
Ugh. The Chen men and their unbending principles.
"Dad, I consulted a lawyer friend. If we don’t intervene, Qingtian could face at least three years for grievous bodily harm."
"Intervene? With what? Should I trample over the law with my old face?" Chen Xiao had cooled down, but his anger lingered.
Chen Zhima rolled her eyes. "I also spoke to a medical contact. With only one testicle damaged, Yu Chengqun might still be fertile—just… impaired in other ways."
"As her grandfather, if you pull a few strings, the Yu family will back down."
"If Qingtian ends up in prison, how will you explain things to my brother when he returns?"
Chen Xiao stared at her in disbelief. "Explain what? Do you even know who you’re talking to, you brat?"
Chen Zhima took a deep breath, suppressing her rising temper.
"This is exactly why my sister ran away all those years ago—because of your damn principles. And you still haven’t learned."
Chen Xiao nearly had a stroke from rage, raising his hand to strike her. "I’ll beat some sense into you!"
Chen Zhima stood her ground, staring him down without flinching.
Su Jianguo, seated in her wheelchair, rapped Chen Xiao’s hand away with her cane.
"Age has only made your temper worse. What, you already drove one daughter away—now you want to hit the other? Why not beat me too while you’re at it?"
Chen Xiao instantly deflated, kneeling before her. "Don’t be angry, my dear. It’s bad for your health. I just lost my temper for a moment."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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.
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...
