Holding the Life-Evading Pill in her hand, Qin Yao smiled awkwardly: "It's... it's a great gift. I appreciate it."
An Yi chuckled cheerfully. "Glad you like it, glad you like it."
The air was thick with an awkward tension.
An Yi was puzzled—where on earth had Shen Muxuan gotten such a bizarre pill?
Seemed like this girl had quite a few secrets!
"I also have a pill I’d like to present to Miss Qin Yao!"
At that moment, a clear, resonant voice rang out.
Everyone’s gaze instinctively turned toward the speaker.
The man had an ordinary face, but his eyes were strikingly bright, with a faint trace of mischief lurking in their dark depths.
"I am Yang Heng!"
The man introduced himself with a grin.
Silence fell over the hall.
Three seconds later, the air grew palpably awkward.
Yang Heng’s lips twitched. He cleared his throat and added, "I am Yang Heng, of the Ancient Martial Arts Yang Family!"
The hall remained dead silent.
Then, murmurs of confusion and shock rippled through the crowd.
"Oh heavens, he’s from the Yang Family!"
"The Ancient Martial Arts clan! Who’d have thought we’d meet one here!"
"Which Yang Family?"
"That Yang Family!"
"Oh, that Yang Family!"
Gu Hongyun took a sip of red wine and remarked coolly, "Yang Heng... interesting."
Qiu Xu looked utterly lost. "Brother Gu, you know this guy?"
He had never heard of any Ancient Martial Arts Yang Family!
Gu Hongyun shook his head. "No." As a well-known figure in their social circle, he couldn’t afford to seem out of touch.
Qiu Xu: "..."
In Yang Heng’s hands was a sandalwood box, inside which lay an exquisitely crafted pill bottle wrapped in silk.
The bottle was adorned with golden filigree, exuding an air of luxury that made it stand out in stark contrast to the earlier gift.
Yang Heng held the box, his gaze burning as he stared at Qin Yao.
His solemn expression made it seem as though he were proposing marriage.
In Yang Heng’s eyes, Qin Yao—dressed in a pristine white gown, delicate and graceful—was like an angel descended from heaven, radiant and breathtaking.
Uncle Fu stepped forward to accept the gift, smiling warmly. "This is indeed an extraordinary present. Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your generous offering."
As the box was taken from his hands, Yang Heng froze in bewilderment.
What the hell was this old man doing here?!
Qin Yao offered a polite smile in return.
"Miss Qin, aren’t you the least bit curious about what’s inside the box?" Yang Heng pressed eagerly.
Caught off guard, Qin Yao hesitated before replying, "I suppose... I am curious."
Yang Heng smirked triumphantly. "This pill is made from Earth Lotus Seeds, paired with Flamepeak Grass and Pine Origin Dew, crafted by the renowned alchemist Huo Chen!"
The crowd gasped in astonishment.
Those ingredients were anything but cheap!
Earth Lotus Seeds alone were said to cost millions per piece!
Pine Origin Dew was even pricier—just five grams could fetch millions on the black market!
And Flamepeak Grass? Practically priceless!
An Yi frowned.
With his Level 4 medical expertise, specializing in traditional Chinese medicine, even he had no idea what effect such a combination of ingredients would produce.
"So, this pill is..."
Uncle Fu’s hands trembled slightly as he held the box, terrified of dropping it.
"This pill is called the Lotus Dew Pill!"
Yang Heng relished the suspense before finally declaring, "It detoxifies, beautifies, and aids digestion!"
The crowd: "..."
They felt their intelligence had just been insulted.
All those rare, expensive ingredients... for this?!
Yang Heng, satisfied by their stunned silence, grinned smugly at Qin Yao. "I’ve long admired you, Miss Qin. I wish to take you as my concubine—consider this pill my betrothal gift!"
The crowd: "..."
"Take it back!"
Uncle Fu tossed the box to Yang Heng. "Get lost!"
"Careful, old man! This thing’s worth over ten million!" Yang Heng fumbled to catch it, his expression darkening.
Qin Zhengwei, the head of the Qin family who had remained silent throughout the banquet, furrowed his brow in thought.
The Yang Family...
He had heard of them, though the memory was hazy.
The crowd’s opinion of Yang Heng had shifted drastically.
This guy thought he could win Qin Yao’s hand with a single pill?
Every man here had come for Qin Yao!
And the audacity—he wasn’t even proposing marriage, but asking her to be his concubine!
Even that brat An Yi wasn’t this despicable!
Qiu Xu was the first to lose his temper. He stepped forward, tilting his head arrogantly. "Who the hell do you think—"
Before he could finish, Yang Heng’s eyes flashed coldly.
His hands shot out like eagle’s talons, gripping Qiu Xu’s arms and twisting sharply.
Crack!
A scream tore through the air as Qiu Xu’s arms were dislocated.
Yang Heng kicked him square in the rear, sending him flying four or five meters before he crashed into a sofa, unable to get up.
"Anyone else want to try?" Yang Heng sneered.
For a moment, he stood like the king of the world.
Immediately, An Yi, Lin Chen, and Fang Jueming stepped forward.
Lin Chen loosened his tie, his voice icy. "This guy’s even more punchable than you."
An Yi cracked his knuckles, shooting Lin Chen a sidelong glance. "Don’t worry. After I’m done with him, you’re next."
Fang Jueming tightened the bandages around his fists, eager. "Master, leave him to me!"
Their combined aura was intimidating.
Yang Heng took a step back, sizing up the three.
Even without fighting, he could tell—he was outmatched.
"Hah! You three aren’t even worthy of facing me!"
Yang Heng, as if anticipating this, smirked and clapped his hands.
He had never planned to fight alone.
The hall fell silent.
Yang Heng’s smirk faltered. He clapped again.
Still nothing.
An Yi rolled up his sleeves. "I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going in!"
Just then, click—a window slid open.
A man with a bowl cut and exaggerated rouge on his cheeks poked his head in. "Young Master Yang, the Dark Daoist’s got food poisoning. He’s puking his guts out."
At the sight of this clown-like figure, Wu Tong’s expression darkened.
"Old Demon Child, Song Yan!"
What was a fiend like him doing in Jiangbei City?
Another man, carrying a massive stone tablet on his back, his face sickly green like a hanged ghost, added flatly, "No idea. Must’ve eaten something bad."
Wu Tong’s frown deepened.
"Gravestone, Qian Xiu!"
Another dangerous figure.
Yang Heng was furious. He leaped out the window, fuming. "What the hell?! You’re ruining my proposal!"
The crowd’s eyes followed him outside.
There, an elderly Daoist was hunched over, vomiting miserably.
Wu Tong’s face paled further.
"That’s the Dark Taoist!"
Why were so many notorious figures gathered at the Qin family villa?
Just who was this Yang Heng?
Between retches, the Dark Taoist cursed, "Damn it, who left fake maotai at the door?!"
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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!"
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
