The night grew deeper, and the bustling worldly atmosphere of Jiangcheng gradually faded away.
In the west of the city, Blackwater Pier.
This was one of Jiangcheng's largest waterway freight distribution centers. Bustling with traffic during the day, at night, apart from a few dim searchlights, there was only the howling river wind and the sound of waves crashing against the embankment.
Deepest within the pier, a row of abandoned warehouses crouched in the darkness like giant beasts.
One of the warehouses was brightly lit.
Inside, over a dozen men in uniform black suits were busy moving wooden crates.
A man with a scarred face and ruthless eyes sat on the second-floor railing, looking down and overseeing everything.
He was Viper, the person in charge of the Flesh Embrace at Blackwater Pier.
"Hurry the fuck up! This batch of goods must be sent off before dawn! If you delay the Cult Master's grand plan, you'll all become fish food in the river!" Viper roared impatiently.
His subordinates moved even faster.
They all knew that the Cult Master was about to hold an ascension ceremony. This was the organization's most important moment, and no mistakes could be made at any step.
Viper spat out his cigarette butt, feeling a bit irritable inside.
To ensure the absolute safety of the Empress Casino, most of the organization's top fighters had been transferred away. Even his two most capable lieutenants had been called over to help set up defenses.
Now, all he had on hand were useless, weak stragglers.
However, he didn't think anything would go wrong.
Blackwater Pier was their turf, operated for years. Even the authorities had to think twice before interfering. Who would dare to cross them at a time like this?
Right at that moment, the heavy iron door of the warehouse was knocked on from the outside at an unhurried pace.
Thump, thump, thump.
Three times, highly rhythmic.
The warehouse instantly fell silent. Everyone stopped their work and looked warily at the main door.
"Who is it?" Viper frowned, standing up from the railing.
No one answered.
Only the knocking continued.
Thump, thump, thump.
"Damn it, playing tricks!" Viper spat and gave his men a look. "Ah Si, take two guys and go check it out."
A lean man nodded, took two companions, and, gripping their weapons, walked cautiously toward the door.
He looked out through the observation peephole on the door. It was pitch black outside; he couldn't see anything.
"Who's out there? Speak up or we'll shoot!"
Ah Si shouted, trying to sound tough despite his inner fear.
The knocking stopped.
Ah Si breathed a sigh of relief, assuming it was some blind drunk who had taken a wrong turn.
Just as he was about to turn around and report back, a faint click came from the door lock.
Immediately after, under everyone's astonished gazes, the heavy iron door which normally required three or four people to push open slowly creaked inward, revealing a crack.
A chilling gust of wind poured in through the gap.
A black wooden box, carved with bizarre patterns, was pushed in unhurriedly from outside, coming to a stop in the empty space at the center of the warehouse.
Then, the iron door slowly closed again.
From beginning to end, they did not even see a shadow of a person.
A deathly silence filled the warehouse.
Everyone's eyes were focused on that black box.
As members of the Flesh Embrace, it was impossible for them not to recognize this object.
This was the medium to summon demons, the ultimate treasure that Cult Master Blood Butcher dreamed of!
A few days ago, the organization issued a strict order to search the entire city for a young man carrying a coffin on his back, who supposedly stole the box.
Now, this box had abruptly appeared right in front of them.
"The box... it's that box!" a cultist shouted with a trembling voice.
Viper's breathing quickened as well, his eyes filling with greed.
He was loyal to the Cult Master, but facing a supreme treasure that could elevate him to the heavens in a single step, it was impossible to remain calm.
If he could secure this box and present it to the Cult Master, it would definitely be a massive merit! By then, his status...
"Quick! Bring the box here!" Viper practically roared.
The two cultists closest to the box exchanged a glance, both seeing the greed in each other's eyes, and lunged forward almost simultaneously.
However, at the exact moment their hands were about to touch the box, a sudden mutation occurred.
The black box suddenly glowed with a blinding red light.
An indescribable, terrifying aura erupted from the box, instantly enveloping the entire warehouse.
That aura cold and evil was precisely the demonic power they worshipped, but it was countless times purer than what they usually felt.
"Ah!"
The two closest cultists let out miserable shrieks. Their bodies were like lit candles; their skin rapidly shriveled, and their flesh melted away at a visible rate. Finally, only two smoking skeletons remained, crashing to the ground and shattering into a pile of dust.
The others were scared out of their wits, scrambling backward in a panic.
"What's going on! What the hell is going on!" Viper screamed in terror. He could feel the demonic power within his own body losing control, as if it wanted to burst out and worship the box.
This wasn't some ultimate treasure at all; it was a trap!
Outside the warehouse, atop a shipping container a hundred meters away.
Chen Guan and Long Ao were quietly watching all of this.
"You... what did you do to that box?" Long Ao looked at the eerie red light seeping from the warehouse and the faint screams. He was somewhat astonished; even with his sharp eyes, he couldn't see through the trick.
"Nothing much, I just activated the coordinate mark Lin Jiu left on it," Chen Guan's tone was calm.
Of course, he wasn't going to tell Long Ao that not only did he activate the mark, but he also used his own resonance to mobilize some of Baal's power, injecting a trace of Baal's aura into it.
Baal hadn't intervened and hadn't even spoken a word; he didn't know if the demon was still paying attention to him.
The amount he left inside was very small, not enough to cause true lethal damage, but it was enough to detonate the impure, mixed demonic power within the bodies of the Flesh Embrace cultists.
To these believers, Baal's aura was equivalent to the purest form of power. Taking even one breath of it would cause their bodies to explode and die.
The first step of the plan was a success.
"What do we do now?" Long Ao asked.
"Wait." Chen Guan cast his gaze toward the Empress Casino. "Wait for a bigger fish to be drawn in."
Viper must be frantically contacting Blood Butcher right now to report the situation here.
A supreme treasure that could move and kill was enough to make the paranoid Cult Master restless. He would definitely send someone to check, but he would absolutely not come in person.
And this was exactly what Chen Guan wanted. Just like fishing, he was currently just chumming the waters.
He wanted to draw out Blood Butcher's forces from that turtle shell bit by bit, and then destroy them one by one.
Just then, a figure silently stepped into Chen Guan's line of sight, walking unhurriedly toward the warehouse.
The man was dressed in a sharp suit and wore gold-rimmed glasses, his strides elegant. It was none other than Lin Jiu.
Why would he be here?
Alarm bells rang loudly in Chen Guan's mind.
White Tiger seemed to have also noticed the two people on top of the container. He stopped in his tracks, looked up, and a playful smile appeared on his face.
He made an inviting gesture in Chen Guan's direction.

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!

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?!

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.

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.”