"Master Lin, I know you're clever, but we have professional ethics. We don’t do things like this."
Lin Ran: "100,000? That’s way too cheap for me. Let me go, and I’ll give you a billion. How about that?"
Thud!
The driver-kidnapper nearly lost control and swerved into the roadside greenery. Lin Ran’s offer almost shattered his mental defenses.
"Master Lin, stop struggling. It’s useless. We like money, but we value our lives more."
Lin Ran knew that if a billion couldn’t sway them, two billion wouldn’t either.
"Ten billion."
The driver-kidnapper: "Holy shit, dumbass, hurry up and gag him! I might actually choose money over my life."
"Got it."
Lin Ran: "???"
"Wait, hold on—I won’t raise the price anymore, okay?"
"No, you talk too much," the kidnapper said firmly.
Lin Ran: "I—muffled screams!"
Dumbass kidnapper: "I think he’s cursing at us."
Driver-kidnapper: "Pretty filthy stuff."
Soon, the car arrived at an abandoned factory in the suburbs, and Lin Ran was dragged out.
Pushed step by step into the factory warehouse, the place was dim and damp, clearly untouched for ages.
Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Lin Ran took a look around. A woman seemed to be standing in the shadows.
"Hey there, handsome. I told you—you’d be mine sooner or later. Happy?"
Hearing that voice, Lin Ran thought, Of course. If anyone would pull something like this, Luo Wuyou is the prime suspect.
If he hadn’t gotten together with Luo Yao, she would’ve been the most likely culprit. But since he was with Luo Yao now, Luo Wuyou had taken up the role.
At this point, Lin Ran was starting to question the Luo family’s genetics. Were they all born with some kind of innate madness?
"Why did you kidnap me? Didn’t I already give you everything you wanted?"
Luo Wuyou: "Yes, I checked. It was exactly what I needed, and there were no issues. I’m thrilled. But I also said I would have you."
"Why?"
"Because you’re the man Luo Yao loves."
Lin Ran simply sat down on the floor, spreading his hands. He wasn’t not nervous, but he wasn’t overly worried either. He knew Luo Yao would send someone to rescue him.
The kidnappers had searched him, but how could they have guessed the tracker was inside his body?
My wife really planned ahead. She must’ve anticipated a kidnapping and planted a tracker in me. Impressive.
"If you just wanted me, why go this far? You could’ve waited until after I helped you take down Luo Yao! Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out?"
Luo Wuyou’s face lit up with excitement. "But I couldn’t wait! Today’s kidnapping was planned long ago. That bitch Luo Yao would never suspect me—because right now, I’m supposed to be at Pangu Hotel."
"Let me enlighten you. Luo Yao is the real owner of Pangu Hotel. I slipped out right under her surveillance. She’d never realize I’m gone."
"But what baffles me is that she knew you met with me, yet she still didn’t suspect you when you handed over the company data."
"That just shows how much she trusts you. It’s insane. Since she loves you that much, I have to have you."
"Then, after I crush her, I’ll send her a video of me enjoying you. She’ll lose it—hahaha!"
Lin Ran imagined the scenario. If that really happened, Luo Yao would break.
Good thing I never actually cooperated with Luo Wuyou, and Luo Yao’s USB drive was never compromised.
Still, this woman was no joke. To pull off these schemes right under Luo Yao’s nose—he’d already respected Luo Wuyou’s cunning, but now he realized he’d underestimated her.
He had no idea how she’d escaped the hotel’s countless watchful eyes, but it didn’t matter.
At least she doesn’t know Pangu Hotel is mine now. That would’ve been disastrous. Close call.
"Give it up. I’m just Luo Yao’s plaything. She spoils me when she’s happy, but if I become a threat, she’ll drop me without hesitation."
Luo Wuyou nodded. "I’ll give you that. But, little brother, none of that matters. What does matter is that I get to own you. Even just using you to piss off that bitch would be worth it."
As she spoke, Luo Wuyou stepped closer, forced Lin Ran’s mouth open, and popped in a small blue pill.
Lin Ran’s eyes widened. "What the hell did you just give me?"
Luo Wuyou: "Yin-Yang Powder."
"You’re fucking insane."
Luo Wuyou giggled. "Hehe! Don’t blame me, little brother. You brought this on yourself."
"Expletive-filled rant."
As the saying goes, To catch the bandits, first catch the king; to insult someone, start with their mother.
Lin Ran took Luo Wuyou’s mother as the center, her relatives and organs as the radius, and her ancestors as the target, unleashing a verbal AOE attack.
But Luo Wuyou wasn’t fazed. Instead, she giggled. "Little brother, you’re hilarious. Keep going. Make it nastier."
Lin Ran, exhausted from cursing, swallowed dryly. "Give me some water."
"What? Tired already? Keep cursing. I’m not done listening."
Damn, this woman really is a freak. She’s asking to be insulted.
So Lin Ran launched a second wave—this time targeting Luo Wuyou’s looks as the center, her figure as the radius, and her personality and love life as the bullseye. Finally, she cracked.
See? Even the toughest nut has a weak spot. For Luo Wuyou, it’s her appearance, body, or love life.
What actually set her off was Lin Ran’s line: "A psycho like you will never be loved."
Yes, Luo Wuyou had been nothing but a tool her whole life. She’d fought tooth and nail for respect, for a chance to live freely—only for Luo Yao to appear.
The path she’d walked for decades, Luo Yao had surpassed in just over ten years—and done it better.
If memory served, Luo Yao was only eighteen when she returned. And what had she done at eighteen? She’d been forced to kill the man she loved.
Pathetic. Ridiculous. Infuriating.
Why did Luo Yao get everything, while she lost the right to love and be loved?
"Shut up! You’re lying! No one in this world deserves my love!"
Lin Ran froze. He hadn’t expected love to be Luo Wuyou’s trigger.
Does someone like her actually have a tragic backstory?
"Hah! So what? Did the one you love betray you? Or did you betray them?"
Luo Wuyou snapped. "Aaaah! I’ll rip your mouth off—no, I’ll break you first, then tear your mouth off. And after you die, I’ll slaughter your family too."
Lin Ran: "??? That sounds like a win-win."
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!
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.”
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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
