He tilted his head. The demon core was precious to Chen Guan—he couldn’t come up with a second one—but to Beidou, it meant nothing. Right now, Beidou just wanted to get rid of Guan Jinyue and Baal as quickly as possible.
He figured he’d come up with some excuse, just to get it over with.
“Let’s round it up. A hundred thousand. You pay, the box is yours. I won’t ask a single question.”
From the black smoke came a barely suppressed snicker.
“Heh heh heh heh...”
Baal was genuinely amused.
He had witnessed gods negotiating the ownership of worlds. He had seen kings bartering over territories spanning thousands of miles. But never had He witnessed a scene like this.
A twelfth-tier awakener, one of the oldest humans still alive, was holding a broken hammer and, with all seriousness, trying to sell his own mission target to a wanted criminal worth ten billion.
And all for a few pieces of paper.
“Little Jinyue, did you hear that?”
Baal’s voice was dripping with schadenfreude.
“A hundred thousand for a demon core.”
“I’d say that’s a steal.”
“A win-win. This is absolutely a win-win.”
Guan Jinyue slid the gleaming longsword back into its sheath.
“I don’t have that much cash on me.”
She didn’t care whether the man with the broken hammer was an ancient monster or just some third-tier summoner. To her, as long as she could smoothly obtain the precious demon core of the Jiaoshen, spending a hundred thousand to avoid a fight to the death was the smarter choice.
“Mobile transfer works too. I’m not picky about payment methods.”
With remarkable ease, Beidou pulled an old smartphone from his dusty trouser pocket, deftly brought up his payment QR code, and held it out.
The white glow of the screen was blindingly conspicuous in the dim and wrecked harbor ruins.
Guan Jinyue stared at the square QR code for a good five or six seconds before pulling out her own communication device and scanning it.
“Your account has received 100,000 yuan.”
The mechanical system prompt rang out crisp and clear across the open ground. Beidou glanced down at the confirmation on his screen and nodded with great satisfaction.
“Pleasure doing business.”
He tossed the iron box casually toward the silver-haired woman across from him, with the careless air of someone discarding worthless junk.
Guan Jinyue raised her right hand and caught the flying box smoothly.
“Who exactly are you?”
She stored the iron box safely into her spatial storage and fixed her gaze again on the strange man who called himself He Chenguan.
“My name is He Chenguan. Just a bottom-rung freelancer who takes money and does jobs. I don’t care about who’s who, only about the cash.”
Beidou tucked the old phone back into his pocket, hoisted the dust-stained broken hammer back onto his right shoulder, and turned around, ready to head back the way he came.
“Stop pretending.”
The black smoke that was Baal drifted over, blocking his path.
“That clone you made with your ability? It might fool some inexperienced brats, but before Lord Baal, don’t bother with such cheap tricks.”
Beidou slowly halted his steps. Behind the mask, his unfathomable eyes calmly fixed on the constantly writhing black smoke.
“Are you going to force a confrontation here?”
“I don’t have the spare time to meddle in your affairs. I’m just a little curious—what level of being is this mysterious new leader of yours?”
Baal’s tone carried an unmistakable thirst for answers.
“Someone... I deeply respect.”
Beidou was silent for a long moment before giving his answer. Then he simply stepped forward, walked around the black smoke, and headed straight into the depths of the alley.
This time, Baal did not block him again.
Guan Jinyue stood beside the wreckage of the carriage, watching as Beidou’s figure gradually vanished into the night.
“I should go now.”
She said softly to the lingering black smoke, then turned and strode quickly toward the direction of the harbor gate.
...
Chen Guan ran for a full six minutes.
Baobao followed behind him, its violet eyes flickering in and out of the darkness. Its four paws made almost no sound, making it even quieter than Chen Guan himself.
The alleys of the harbor were narrow and deep, the ground riddled with cracks and rubble. Half of the streetlights were broken, and the remaining ones barely lit up the general outlines.
Chen Guan stopped at the third corner, leaning against a damp wall. He slowed his breathing and pricked his ears for over ten seconds.
No pursuers.
Guan Jinyue’s sword intent had a range of at least three hundred meters, but he had already left that area. Behind him, there was only the wind and the low hum of harbor machinery in the distance.
Baobao crouched at his feet, its tail curled, looking up at him.
Chen Guan patted its head and pulled out his phone.
When the screen lit up, he first checked the time: 4:19 AM. It had been less than half an hour since he got into the vehicle, but it felt like an entire lifetime had passed.
He sent a message to White Tiger, explaining the general situation.
White Tiger thought for a moment and said, “Since Beidou has taken full charge, you can head back to the academy first.”
Chen Guan, you work fast, White Tiger thought to himself, puzzled.
Chen Guan acknowledged the message, stuffed the communicator back into his inner pocket, and looked down at Baobao, who was licking its paws.
The cost of this tenth-tier demon core had turned out much lighter than he had expected.
For now, the mutated leopard at his feet, having gotten its full share of benefits, let out a yawn. It seemed like all it wanted was to find a place to sleep.
Chen Guan walked out of the small alley, the night wind making his clothes rustle loudly.
Since that was the case, it was time to go back to school and sleep. The rest, as White Tiger had said, was their business.
...
Time always passes quickly.
The opening day of Huaqing Academy arrived amid waves of noise and excitement.
Chen Guan was once again walking down the tree-lined avenue with that heavy, enormous coffin on his back. New and old students alike kept casting glances his way.
Geniuses from all over, returning to their schools, had inadvertently done him a small favor by spreading word about him. He was somewhat famous now.
Luckily, he had long grown used to such stares.
[Coffin Guy is still the brightest person in the crowd today.]
[It’s been a few days since we last saw him. Miss you, man. The recent daily episodes haven’t included our Coffin Guy.]
[The production team is deliberately isolating Coffin Guy.]
A few comments scrolled across his retina, all jokes from Earth’s audience.
But “isolating” was an exaggeration. If anything, it was he who was isolating everyone else.
“Chen Guan, this way.” A clear voice came from ahead.
An Changqing, dressed in a sharp academy uniform, stood under an old locust tree. He was smiling and waving at him.
This first-year class president always carried an aura that made people feel at ease, like a natural leader. It had nothing to do with strength—he was born to lead.
Standing next to An Changqing were Su Yuehe and Long Ao.
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
