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?!"
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!"
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
