The T-shaped staff is an ancient weapon with a history spanning over a thousand years in Xia Country. Compared to swords, spears, and other conventional weapons, the staff is relatively obscure, and few are skilled in its use.
The pair of staffs in Lin Chen's hands were heirlooms of the Yang family, and their extraordinary quality was evident just from their material. Cold to the touch and incredibly heavy, their terrifying power when infused with inner energy was undeniable.
Lin Chen looked at An Yi with disbelief. This guy suddenly gifting him such a pair of staffs gave off the vibe of a weasel paying respects to a chicken—completely out of character!
Still, he accepted the favor.
Perhaps this guy wasn’t entirely rotten after all.
An Yi’s face was icy.
He really wanted to curse.
After adding a full 100 points of goodwill, it still reset to zero! These staffs were a total waste!
What was even more infuriating—
Last time, after he took the demonic sword "Dragon Fang," Lin Chen’s destiny value, which had dropped to 95, had climbed back up to 100 again!
Talk about shooting himself in the foot!
An Yi was now truly experiencing this feeling firsthand—it was downright suffocating!
Now, what he needed to figure out was how to get these "Cloud-Splitting Staffs" back.
Ding! The protagonist Lin Chen’s goodwill has returned to normal. Unlocking the main storyline quest: [Wolf King’s Revenge]!
A main storyline quest?
An Yi was stunned. So, only after raising that poker-faced guy’s goodwill could the follow-up quests be unlocked?
"Senior… can I leave now?"
The Dark Taoist, bruised and battered, asked weakly.
He had already handed over a treasure like the Cloud-Splitting Staffs.
Usually, righteous folks would spare small fries like him after winning, giving them a chance to make a comeback.
But seeing An Yi’s dark expression, he couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He wondered if he should fight to the death.
As a dark-force cultivator at the Hidden Strength realm, even though An Yi had beaten him to a pulp, if he really wanted to kill him, An Yi would still have to pay a price!
"Since you’ve handed over the gift, you can go."
An Yi waved dismissively. "An old man like you has it tough. Be careful on your way."
What a kind soul!
The Dark Taoist wiped his tears with his sleeve, sobbing dramatically—though his eyes flickered with malice.
This kid was strong, but still too naive!
Mercy would cost him dearly!
The moment the Dark Taoist turned around—
A chill shot down his spine.
A devastating fist force exploded against his back!
Thud!
A dull impact echoed.
Blood trickled from the Dark Taoist’s lips as he collapsed face-first.
"Backstab—triggered Sneak Attack effect!"
Caught completely off guard, how could the Dark Taoist possibly resist?
"You’re the first person to trust me like this."
An Yi retracted his fist, sighing inwardly. "At your age, you should know better."
Lin Chen: "..."
"Mission accomplished."
An Yi smirked, dragging the unconscious Dark Taoist and tossing him next to the equally unconscious Song Yan.
He knew the Dark Taoist had a deadly trump card. If the old man had gone all out, the outcome would’ve been uncertain.
Of course, the Dark Taoist never expected this kid’s sneak attacks to come with a damage bonus.
Wu Tong’s eyelids twitched violently at the sight.
This kid!
Utterly shameless! Despicable! No sense of honor!
He had zero martial integrity!
What kind of influence would Fang Jueming have under him?!
"Fang Jueming’s improved a lot, huh?"
Watching Fang Jueming battle Qian Xiu, An Yi mused.
Back in the underground fight club, he was just a kid at Red Poison’s mercy. Now? He was already half a step into the Manifested Strength realm!
"Poker-face, where’s that bastard who wanted a concubine?"
An Yi scanned the surroundings, but Yang Heng was nowhere to be seen.
That guy was the mastermind.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened. "Wasn’t watching him. He escaped."
Yang Heng might’ve been weak, but his danger sense was top-notch. The moment he saw the Dark Taoist losing, he slipped away silently.
No way was he sticking around!
Dealing with An Yi alone was hard enough, and now there was that cold-faced axe-fist Wu Tong too?
No chance of winning—better to run!
"Damn it, all useless! Lost my family heirloom and didn’t even get the girl."
Yang Heng, now far from the Qin family villa, cursed as he walked.
He paused, glancing at his Rolex, a dull smirk creeping onto his face.
"Should be about time. At least the Law Enforcement Bureau’s side is handled. Didn’t fail the immortal’s task."
He knew tonight was just the spark.
Xia Country—no, the entire world—was about to descend into chaos!
And for the Yang family, this was their chance to rise!
Back at the Qin villa—
With the Dark Taoist and Song Yan dealt with, everyone relaxed.
Only Fang Jueming and Qian Xiu were still fighting.
Seeing the Dark Taoist ambushed and that shameless brat An Yi plus the cold-faced guy who beat Song Yan watching, Qian Xiu’s heart sank further with each strike.
He was the weakest here!
So, death was inevitable?
Fine. But he’d drag this kid down with him!
Qian Xiu’s eyes grew wilder as he swung the tombstone with furious momentum.
If it were An Yi, at the same strength level, he’d have a hundred ways to cheese this tombstone-wielding guy.
But Fang Jueming was different. His straightforward nature made him believe in his fists alone.
Boom!
His fist slammed into the tombstone.
Qian Xiu staggered back slightly, but Fang Jueming pressed on relentlessly.
An Yi’s expression turned serious.
He could tell Fang Jueming was using Flash Fist—but it wasn’t the same as what he’d taught.
It had merged with a bold, domineering fist technique, elevating its power further.
"Not bad."
An Yi was impressed.
This kid was a genuine martial arts prodigy.
Back then, with just two incomplete Flash Fist moves, he’d deduced the third on his own.
No wonder he was chosen as a protagonist.
Fang Jueming’s fists were now bleeding, the crimson staining his bandages.
But he didn’t retreat.
With unstoppable momentum, he threw his third punch.
Boom!
The fierce strike was blocked by the tombstone again.
Qian Xiu grinned mockingly. "Kid, you don’t even have a weapon. You think those fists can kill me? Go on, shatter this tombstone if you can!"
Ignoring the taunt, Fang Jueming’s eyes burned with determination as he twisted his body—
Flash Fist!
Fourth Layer Fist Force!
This punch was even fiercer than the last.
Qian Xiu raised the tombstone—
Crack!
The black tombstone split apart!
"Impossible!"
Qian Xiu shrieked, staring at the web of cracks covering the ancestral tombstone.
And in that instant—
Fang Jueming struck again! His fist tore through the air with a howling gale!
Flash Fist!
Fifth Layer Fist Force!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
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!
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
