After burying it, they scattered a layer of old soil on top before leaving.
It was as if no one had ever been here.
A few minutes later, several men appeared.
"Right here, dig it up."
Meanwhile.
Lin Ran was thoroughly enjoying the gossip, finding the thrill of snooping into others' affairs quite amusing.
Though the details were sparse.
He had already returned to the manor to prepare lunch for his wife, simmering soup while lost in thought.
Chang Lüfù hadn’t shown up, Yu Paoyan hadn’t emerged, and Ai Renqi was nowhere to be seen either.
The fate of these three was all too predictable.
What puzzled Lin Ran the most was why Yu Paoyan had gone there too.
And had Ai Renqi been killed or simply imprisoned?
At least he’d managed to dig up those three women—they were perfect witnesses.
With a bit more physical evidence, Yu Taiduo wouldn’t stand a chance of staying out of prison.
No matter how strong his official connections were, it wouldn’t matter—because the one who wanted him behind bars was Lin Ran.
"Boss Lin, that scumbag Yu Chengqun has disappeared."
Abu suddenly appeared, and Lin Ran nodded indifferently.
He couldn’t care less where Yu Chengqun had gone.
A pest like that was better off dead.
Without the Yu family’s backing, Yu Chengqun was nothing.
Just then, Chen Qingtian’s call came through.
Lin Ran frowned—his instincts told him something was wrong.
"Cousin, Xia Xia is missing."
Lin Ran was about to say, "What’s it to me?" when he suddenly froze.
Seemed like Yu Chengqun was planning to stir up trouble too.
"I’ll have someone look into it."
"Thank you, cousin."
After hanging up, Lin Ran added the final ingredient to the pot and instructed the head chef, "This soup needs to simmer for exactly 40 minutes."
The head chef nodded in acknowledgment.
Ever since Lin Ran had arrived at the manor, their workload had plummeted, making them almost embarrassed to collect their hefty salaries.
Lin Ran returned to the main hall and leaned back on the sofa.
"No need to guess now—Yu Chengqun definitely kidnapped Fang Buxia."
Abu asked, "What do we do?"
Truth be told, Lin Ran had never liked Fang Buxia much—not because of his character, but because the guy always seemed a bit too effeminate.
"First, investigate. If possible, rescue him. If not, just call the police."
"Got it."
Lin Ran didn’t budge from the sofa, playing the role of the mastermind pulling strings from behind the scenes.
Right then, a message from Brother Dao came through:
[Yu Chengqun brought some guys here with a young man in tow—looks like Chen Qingtian’s publicly acknowledged boyfriend.]
Lin Ran smirked. Today was turning out to be quite entertaining.
You were given a path to heaven, yet you chose the road to hell.
"No need to investigate. Let’s go pay a visit." Lin Ran called Abu back just as he was about to leave to relay orders.
After getting ready, Lin Ran reminded the chef, "Once the soup’s done, keep it on low heat. I want it still warm when I get back."
The head chef replied solemnly, "Consider it done."
With a grin, Lin Ran headed out. Tormenting a lowlife like this was a nice diversion from his otherwise dull life.
He didn’t contact Chen Qingtian—he needed to confirm something first.
Meanwhile, in the underground third level of the entertainment city—home to fight rings and private dispute-resolution chambers—anything could happen as long as you paid the right price. The staff would clean up any mess.
Inside a sealed room, Yu Chengqun’s smile was vicious.
"Fang Buxia, do you know where you are? Here, you have no chance."
Fang Buxia, covered in injuries, glared at Yu Chengqun with pure hatred. He never imagined this guy could be so lawless.
Breaking into homes, kidnapping, beating people at will—was this how the wealthy behaved?
If so, Fang Buxia never wanted to be rich.
Yu Chengqun pulled out his phone and sent a video.
[Chen Qingtian, agree to my terms, and Fang Buxia lives. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee he’ll stay in one piece.]
Chen Qingtian’s video call came through almost instantly.
"Yu Chengqun, have you lost your mind?! Let Xia Xia go right now, and I’ll pretend this never happened. Otherwise, I’ll destroy you even if it costs me everything!"
Yu Chengqun sneered. "Chen Qingtian, you’re in no position to make demands. Just tell me—do you accept my terms or not?"
"Fine, I agree." Chen Qingtian didn’t hesitate.
Fang Buxia, gritting his teeth through the pain, shouted, "Qingtian-jie, don’t do it!"
He couldn’t bear the thought of her being blackmailed because of him.
In the video, Chen Qingtian shook her head, eyes brimming with worry.
"I’ve agreed. Now let him go."
Yu Chengqun looked smug. "Words mean nothing. My people are at your office. Sign the marriage contract, and I’ll release him."
Chen Qingtian knew Yu Chengqun wouldn’t back down easily, but she had no choice.
Not when the boy she’d hurt for three years was in his grasp.
Soon, Yu Chengqun’s men arrived at her office.
"Chen Qingtian, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Once you sign, you’re marrying me. Break the engagement, and your family will pay the price. I’ll ruin you."
Fang Buxia watched as a single tear rolled down Chen Qingtian’s face on the screen.
"Jie, don’t do it."
Her hand, poised to sign, hesitated. She looked up at Fang Buxia struggling in the video.
Seeing her delay, Yu Chengqun wheeled closer to Fang Buxia.
"You worthless insect—you’re dead."
He reached out to strike, but Fang Buxia moved with unexpected speed, sinking his teeth into Yu Chengqun’s fingers.
"Ah—! Let go, you dog!"
Yu Chengqun dropped his phone, clawing at Fang Buxia’s head.
But Fang Buxia clenched his jaw, blood spilling from his lips. No matter how hard the bodyguards pulled, they couldn’t pry him loose—until.
"Ah—!!"
Yu Chengqun trembled as he lifted his hand—two fingers were gone.
Fang Buxia, mouth full of blood, grinned in savage satisfaction.
"Hah… hahaha!"
Yu Chengqun erupted. "Fang! Bu! Xia!"
"Give me back my fingers!"
In response, Fang Buxia started chewing.
Disgusting as it was, he ground Yu Chengqun’s fingers into pulp, ensuring they could never be reattached.
By the time the bodyguards forced his mouth open, only mush remained.
Yu Chengqun felt his blood turn to ice.
"Now, even if Chen Qingtian agrees to marry me—you’re dead."
He was beyond reason, swearing to kill the boy before him.
But Fang Buxia only laughed. "Hah! Mad? Then kill me, you worthless cripple! Come on, do it, you pathetic excuse for a man!"
Fang Buxia had always been introverted—never one to lash out.
But today, for the sake of the sister he cherished most, he broke free.
Even if it cost him his life, he wouldn’t let Yu Chengqun lay a finger on her.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.
