After giving Su Mianmian the Permanent Shapeshifting Pill, Jiang Che was absolutely delighted.
While Jiang Che was enjoying himself, Ye Qing on the other side was utterly miserable.
He had been detained, transported in a heavily secured armored vehicle, with two elite masters from the National Security Bureau escorting him.
They were taking him to a specialized prison—one exclusively for ancient martial artists—guarded by a warden who was a peak-level grandmaster.
"Damn it, I can’t let them take me away!"
Ye Qing clenched his fists. He had a sinking feeling that if he were imprisoned, he might never see daylight again.
Sure, the prison was full of extraordinary talents, and for ordinary criminals, it might even be an opportunity—everyone there was interesting to talk to. But for him? It meant nothing.
No matter how impressive those prisoners were, could they compare to his 18 legendary masters?
As he stewed in frustration, he recalled the moment he had been digging that tunnel earlier.
"Shit… they couldn’t have figured it out, could they? Those treasures belong to me!"
Ye Qing didn’t know exactly what his masters had left him, only that it was priceless—enough for him to live lavishly for the rest of his life. But if someone else got to that hidden vault first…
No. He couldn’t let that happen.
"I need to get the hell out of here!!!"
He strained against the chains binding him—chains forged from thousand-year-old black iron, unbreakable and immovable.
Without his usual plot armor (or rather, his "IQ-dropping halo"), there was no chance of an escape mishap this time. The fact that three grandmasters were escorting him was already giving him face.
Just as despair was about to consume him, a voice whispered in his ear:
"Do you want to leave?"
The familiar tone sent chills down his spine.
"Who’s there???"
Ye Qing looked up—and there, standing right in front of him, was a man he recognized.
A middle-aged guy in a blue suit, complete with a tie, looking like your average office worker.
"You… how did you get here?" Ye Qing’s face twisted in shock.
Wasn’t this the same guy who’d tried to offer him a loan earlier?
"Why the hell is it you again? Ugh… just my damn luck."
The suited man’s expression soured the moment he recognized Ye Qing, muttering curses under his breath.
Then, he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Ye Qing blurted out, desperate.
This guy was clearly a top-tier expert!
Think about it—Ye Qing was locked inside an armored transport vehicle, sealed tight, with three peak grandmasters guarding outside. Yet this man had just waltzed in like it was nothing.
If that wasn’t a sign of overwhelming power, Ye Qing would eat his own shoe.
And right now… this guy was his only hope.
"What? I’ve got shit to do, kid. Haven’t even hit my quota today. Piss off."
The suited man waved him away irritably.
"Please! Big bro, just get me out of here! You’re so strong, you must know my masters, right?"
"My first master is the White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Xuankong! My second master is—"
Ye Qing eagerly listed off all 18 of his masters, ready to cash in on his connections.
But alas—
"Are you brain-dead? Screw off…"
Ye Qing was stunned. This guy didn’t recognize any of his masters?
"Sword Immortal, Eight Immortals—whatever. You sound like an idiot."
Ye Qing quickly changed tactics.
"Bro… I’ll pay you! Take me with you, and I’ll give you a fortune!"
"Money?"
The man scoffed. "You? A wanted criminal with no credit? Can’t even get a damn loan…"
Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ye Qing pressed on.
"My masters left me a treasure trove—priceless artifacts! Get me out, and I’ll give you… a hundred million!"
The suited man paused. Loans were out of the question, but an IOU? That still worked.
"Fine. Sign this. You’ll owe the ‘LendIt’ platform a hundred million. One month to repay, or else—"
"I’ll sign, I’ll sign!" Ye Qing declared without hesitation.
Once he escaped, no one would ever catch him again!
Invincible among his peers—that was the source of his arrogance.
He’d sneak back, dig up his masters’ treasures, and paying back a hundred million would be pocket change!
He scrawled his name on the IOU.
The moment he finished, the paper burst into flames—vanishing into ash in seconds.
"Deal’s done. You owe me a billion now."
"…What?"
"Wasn’t it a hundred million? Did you misspeak?" Ye Qing blinked.
"Nope. A billion. That’s what the contract said." The man smirked.
"……"
Ye Qing realized—he’d been scammed. This bastard had tricked him!
"Whatever. A billion it is. I’m loaded anyway. Just get me out!"
Before he could finish, he vanished. When he opened his eyes again, he was standing in the middle of nowhere.
His mind reeled.
"What… what kind of power is this? Sky-Shattering Realm? Or—the legendary Divine Passage Realm?!"
To teleport him so effortlessly… just how strong was this guy?
"Still… spending a billion to befriend someone like this? Worth it!"
Ye Qing’s lips curled into a smirk.
He had no intention of paying back that billion within the month—even if he had the money.
After all, unpaid debts created bonds. Paying upfront would just make him a sucker.
This was his chance to connect with a supreme expert!
His first master was incredible, right? The White Jade Sword Immortal, Li Xuankong—a Sky-Shattering grandmaster who could fly on his sword. Yet even he hadn’t reached that legendary realm.
"This Divine Passage expert… I, Ye Qing, am determined to befriend him!"
"I’m a damn genius. Maybe I can even apprentice under him. Sure, I’ve got 18 masters already… but talent comes first. I’ll reluctantly let him be my top master."
Ye Qing’s imagination ran wild—visions of kneeling before a Divine Passage master, formalizing his apprenticeship.
Even the bait-and-switch from a hundred million to a billion now seemed like a test of his worthiness.
"When I formally become his disciple, I’ll need gifts. My ninth master—no, tenth master now—left me that treasure vault. There’s gotta be something good in there."
His eyes gleamed with cunning.
"Divine Passage… that’s the kind of master befitting someone like me!"
"Time to get digging again."
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
