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?!"
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
