【As expected of my father-in-law. He’s got some real tricks up his sleeve—way more ruthless than Liu Xiao.】
【Bullshit, you old geezer. That’s my father-in-law you’re talking about.】
【That’s not ruthlessness. That’s suicide. Has anyone who’s ever made a deal with a Demon God ended up well?】
【To the guy up front: did you forget that Brother Coffin did the same thing himself?】
【Brother Coffin wasn’t locked up. How can you compare the two?】
“Knowledge.”
Baal’s eerie voice rang out, cutting through the barrage of comments.
“And Astaroth, that wicked creature, possesses a great deal of marvelous forbidden knowledge.”
Black mist churned within Chen Guan’s consciousness, piecing together a blurry image: the back of a man frantically calculating amid countless scrolls.
“That old bastard wanted to create a god—an Esper manufactured by human hands.”
“A crazy idea, isn’t it?”
“He was missing the most crucial theory: how to perfectly implant a conceptual power into a mortal body.”
“So he found one of Astaroth’s devotees.”
“Yes. The devotees hunted by everyone are merely cannon fodder. Some, like you, are devotees hiding within ordinary society.”
Chen Guan pondered, and at that moment, all the clues fell into place.
“Keheh heh heh…”
Before he could think it through, Baal let out his trademark cackle, the laughter brimming with schadenfreude.
“Foolish humans are always so naïve.”
“Astaroth gave him the knowledge he wanted, but the knowledge itself was a fishhook.”
“From the moment he accepted it, he became an anchor Astaroth drove into this world.”
“The deeper he delved into his research, the tighter his connection with Astaroth became. His very existence was constantly being eroded and assimilated by Astaroth’s authority, just like that Liu Xiao.”
“He thought he was creating a god. In reality, he was merely opening the door for another god’s descent.”
【I get it now. Confirmed: he’s a tool.】
【So the power in the Northern Frontier wasn’t left behind by Astaroth. It was radiating from Lu Ming himself? Because he’s basically a clone of Astaroth, that bastard?】
【Damn, that’s even worse than becoming a regular devotee.】
【Then what about our Little Su…】
“So the power I sensed in the Northern Frontier wasn’t some remnant of power at all.”
Baal’s voice dripped with mockery. “It was Lu Ming’s own aura.”
Chen Guan finally understood why Su Jin had sealed away everything related to Lu Ming, even going so far as to announce his death to the outside world.
That man himself had become a mobile source of contamination—a bomb that could explode at any moment.
“Where did he go afterward?”
“Who knows?”
Baal’s tone was breezy, utterly unconcerned.
Indeed, Baal didn’t know. Astaroth didn’t know either. According to Astaroth, the deity could no longer sense that human’s existence, though it could sense his daughter.
To Astaroth, Lu Ming had merely been a minor interlude. Not being able to sense him was of no consequence, and the deity had never bothered searching for him. If Baal hadn’t asked, Astaroth would have almost forgotten about that audacious human.
“Perhaps the councilor sealed him away. Perhaps he went into hiding on his own. Or maybe… he’s already become an insignificant trinket among Astaroth’s spoils of war.”
“None of that matters.”
The black mist roiling around Baal suddenly drew closer to the core of Chen Guan’s consciousness.
“Kid, do you know what matters most?”
Chen Guan didn’t answer.
“What matters is that this family drama has suddenly become interesting.”
The voice dropped low, thick with temptation—the very trick demons favored.
“Care to guess what your friend, little Su Yuehe, has been up to?”
“I’m not guessing.”
Chen Guan answered instinctively. Refusing to play the guessing game had become second nature to him.
Baal: “…”
After a long pause, Baal decided to ignore his cold response and continued sharing the gossip.
“That girl just had a fight with her own mother.”
“She’s going to look for her father.”
After saying that, Baal fell silent and offered no further explanation. Chen Guan wasn’t surprised by Su Yuehe’s decision. Given her personality, it would have been stranger if she hadn’t gone to find her biological father and demand answers.
There was no need for him to worry about it. Even after her recent power-up, Su Yuehe couldn’t simply teleport over to find her father, and Su Jin was no pushover either.
This was a family dispute. As an outsider, he shouldn’t get involved… right?
Besides, the matter in the Northern Frontier still hadn’t been resolved. How could Su Yuehe possibly take off on a spur-of-the-moment trip?
He moved his left arm slightly. A fine, deep pain immediately shot out from the marrow of his bones, making him suck in a sharp breath and contribute directly to global warming.
As expected, Doctor Zhou’s medicine had only suppressed the problem temporarily. It hadn’t eliminated it.
The remnant power originating from Astaroth still coiled around inside his arm like a venomous snake. Just as Baal had said, it would be extremely difficult to eradicate.
While he was considering how to deal with it going forward, a small shadow appeared over the entrance to the tent.
At the same time, a set of footsteps stopped outside.
Was it a medical worker coming to check on him, or had Long Ao followed him over again because he was worried?
Before he could sit up, someone gently lifted the tent flap from outside.
A face wearing a perfectly measured smile peered inside. Its black hair remained utterly unmoved by the frigid winds of the Northern Frontier.
It was Liu Feiyu.
Chen Guan froze.
What was he doing here?
Liu Feiyu’s gentle voice floated in as he walked in without waiting for an invitation.
“Classmate Chen Guan, I heard you were injured, so I came especially to see how you’re doing.”
As he spoke, he casually pulled over a folding stool and sat down beside Chen Guan’s bed.
His expensive, custom-made combat uniform looked completely out of place in the plain medical tent, yet Liu Feiyu himself appeared perfectly at ease.
Chen Guan’s gaze swept across Liu Feiyu’s face. Bracing himself with one hand against the bed, he sat up.
“You’re too kind. It’s nothing serious,” Chen Guan said. He knew Liu Feiyu definitely hadn’t come merely to show concern.
“This is hardly a minor matter.”
Liu Feiyu’s smile remained unchanged, but his eyes discreetly swept over every corner of the tent, as if afraid someone might be hiding there and eavesdropping on their conversation.
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
