Huh?
So eager to learn?
Chen Qingqing's words took Chen Chang'an by surprise. Was she really this easy to fool?
Had he been too reserved before?
"I'll deal with him first."
"Then I'll teach you properly."
"Don't worry, I’ll make sure you learn something worthwhile. You won’t be disappointed," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"Yes, I feel like I’m lacking in many areas."
"Thank you for teaching me," Chen Qingqing replied gratefully.
This… she was even thanking him? Chen Chang'an felt a little awkward now.
"Beast!"
"Utterly shameless!"
Even Da Huang couldn’t help but scorn Chen Chang'an upon hearing this conversation. How could he deceive such an innocent young woman like this?
"What did I do?"
"I didn’t do anything. Why call me shameless?" Yi Tuo asked, aggrieved.
"Was I talking about you?"
"But I am a beast."
"Damn…"
If Yi Tuo hadn’t mentioned it, Da Huang would’ve almost forgotten about that.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Let me go, or the Dongfang family will never let you off!"
"I’ll have you know, our Dongfang family has a Celestial Venerable-level expert!"
"Do you even know who our backer is?"
"I’ve heard of—"
Before Dongfang Yin could finish, Chen Chang'an slapped him hard across the face.
SMACK!
The blow left Dongfang Yin dizzy, his cheek swelling visibly.
"Is your backer one of the Nine Supreme Immortal Clans?"
"N-no…"
"Then what the hell are you bragging for?"
"You’ve been talking big, but do you even know who I am?"
"W-who are you?"
"My name is Chen Chang'an!"
Chen Chang'an?
The name gave Dongfang Yin pause. It sounded familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it.
After racking his brain, he still couldn’t recall any particularly powerful Chen family.
"Chen Chang'an?"
"He’s actually called Chen Chang'an?"
"Wait… could it be the Chen Chang'an, the top-ranked genius on the Heavenly Proud Rankings?"
"No way… the number one prodigy of the Heavenly Proud Rankings is here?"
"No, impossible!"
"Why?"
"How could his cultivation have reached the Peak Immortal King realm in just a few decades?"
"That’s right! Back then, wasn’t it said that Chen Chang'an reached the top of the rankings at only the Fifth-Level Golden Immortal realm? It’s only been about fifty years, right?"
"Fifty years, from Golden Immortal to Peak Immortal King? That’s… that’s impossible!"
Dongfang Yin was still processing this, but many bystanders had already connected the dots.
Though his name wasn’t as blazingly famous as before, Chen Chang'an’s reputation had once shaken the entire Ancient Immortal Domain. How could anyone forget it?
But his current cultivation was so absurdly high that people hesitated to believe it was the same person. Sure, Chen Chang'an was known as a once-in-an-era monster among monsters—but this ridiculous?
Reaching Peak Immortal King in just fifty years?
Meanwhile, Dongfang Yin’s expression shifted as he stared at Chen Chang'an.
Had he just offended Chen Chang'an?
The man even the supreme prodigies of the Nine Supreme Immortal Clans willingly bowed to?
"No!"
"Impossible!"
"You can’t be the Chen Chang'an from the rankings!"
"His strength was monstrous, but his cultivation wasn’t this high!"
"It’s just a coincidence—same name, same surname!" Dongfang Yin stammered nervously.
"My apologies."
"I just… break through a little faster than most."
"I’m afraid I have to disappoint you. I really am that Chen Chang'an."
Chen Chang'an’s words shattered Dongfang Yin’s last shred of hope.
It was him.
At the Fifth-Level Golden Immortal realm, his combat power had rivaled Immortal Emperors. Now, at Peak Immortal King, how terrifying must his true strength be?
Peak Celestial Venerable?
Or even Half-Step Immortal Sovereign?
"L-Lord Chen! I was blind! I didn’t know this lady belonged to you!"
"Please, spare me!"
"I’ll do anything—anything! Just name it!"
Faced with death, Dongfang Yin abandoned all dignity. He’d even eat shit if it meant survival.
But Chen Chang'an wasn’t about to give him that chance.
"Is your Dongfang family wealthy?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smile.
Wealthy?
How was he supposed to answer that?
"W-well… decently so."
"The Dongfang family has been around for millions of years. We have… some accumulated resources."
"What… would you like?" Dongfang Yin asked nervously.
Only millions of years? That probably meant limited reserves.
"Big Bro, small gains add up. I say it’s worth it," Da Huang chuckled.
"True. Every bit counts—no reason to be picky."
Chen Chang'an nodded in agreement. He couldn’t just keep milking the top-tier factions forever; even they had limits.
Even a grasshopper’s legs are meat—better than nothing.
"How much do you think your Dongfang family would pay to get you back?"
"I—I’m a candidate for the next family head! They’ll definitely save me!"
Future family head? This guy?
Was he overestimating himself?
If the Dongfang family learned he’d offended Chen Chang'an, they’d disown him instantly. "Save" him? More like dump him.
"Seems I’ll have to collect the debt in person."
"Otherwise, the Dongfang family might deny everything… or just abandon Dongfang Yin outright."
After some thought, Chen Chang'an decided a visit was necessary.
"Yes, yes! I’ll take you there myself!" Dongfang Yin blurted eagerly.
"Good. Smart choice."
"You get to live… for now."
Satisfied, Chen Chang'an released Dongfang Yin.
But before leaving, Chen Chang'an walked back to the stall and picked up the trinket Chen Qingqing had admired.
"Old timer, how much for this?"
"N-no, I couldn’t possibly take your spirit stones!"
"For someone like you to grace my humble stall is honor enough!"
"Just having you buy something here will bring me endless fortune!"
"My business will thrive thanks to you!" The vendor gushed excitedly.
Huh?
This vendor was sharp. By advertising that Chen Chang'an had shopped here, he’d attract hordes of admirers.
"Then may your business prosper."
"Thank you, Lord Chen!"
"No need. Consider this my payment for the trinket."
Chen Chang'an handed the accessory to Chen Qingqing.
"Thank you. I love it," she said softly.
"Glad you like it."
"Now, let’s go."
"Take me to your Dongfang family."
"Let’s see what kind of ‘accumulated resources’ you really have."

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

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.”

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."