A single cry of "Shiniang!" (Master's Wife)
Made the air freeze for a moment.
Sweat beaded on An Yi's forehead.
He still needed to borrow 200 million!
This clueless disciple was practically shoving him toward disaster!
Lin Chen glanced at Fang Jueming with approval.
Though the master was a scoundrel, the disciple seemed quite decent.
Shen Muxuan flushed red, waving her hands shyly. "I—I—I'm not..."
Fang Jueming looked puzzled, turning to Qin Yao. "Then..."
Qin Yao lifted her chin haughtily and snorted. "I'm not either!"
Sweat dripped from An Yi's chin as he forced a smile. "Well, uh, it's already midnight. Qin Yao, happy birthday!"
"Eleven forty-five! You're early!" Qin Yao held up her phone, deadpan.
The topic shift was painfully awkward.
"Early wishes count too! You know, birthdays these days cost a fortune. Speaking of money, it reminds me—"
Truly, An Yi was a man who never forgot his original purpose.
Despite the night's chaos, he still remembered why he came—to borrow money!
"Ah! This destruction—what happened?! What happened?!"
Uncle Fu let out a mournful sigh, his eyes brimming with tears as he surveyed the ruined villa garden. "I've tended this garden for over a decade! And now... ruined!"
An Yi: "..."
Qin Yao quickly comforted him. "It's alright, Uncle Fu. Just a broken wall and some cracked tiles. We can replace them."
"Yao Yao, I'm sorry... Your birthday turned into such a mess."
"Don't worry, Uncle Fu. I'm still happy. Is Little Fu okay?"
"Oh, he's already been taken to the hospital."
That old man is definitely doing this on purpose!
An Yi's face darkened.
The birthday party was undoubtedly ruined.
But for most guests, it had been an unbelievable night—except for Qiu Xu, whose arms were dislocated, and Gu Hongyun, who still hadn't snapped out of his daze.
Most were ordinary people—how could they ever expect to witness martial artists battling up close?
Still, they should be grateful to An Yi and the others.
If the Dark Taoist had truly descended upon the Qin villa, none of them would have survived.
"Master, I'm at the Wu Family Martial Arts School now. Here's my contact info!"
Only as Fang Jueming was leaving did he finally add An Yi on messaging.
"Good. Keep in touch, and train hard!" An Yi waved him off.
"Little Ming, did that scoundrel teach you some pickup artist tricks? Listen, don’t learn from him! He’s a womanizer, a shameless playboy who relies on his looks..."
"Little Ming, as your elder, let me teach you some life principles. A martial artist must have integrity—no cheap tricks..."
Watching the three figures retreat into the distance, An Yi's lips twitched.
They weren't even out of earshot, and already they were slandering his noble character!
How could he rest easy leaving his top disciple under their care?
"Mr. An, if you please!"
Uncle Fu smiled at An Yi, his arm in a sling, yet still managing to gesture for him to scram.
"Those three were dark practitioners. What if—"
An Yi scrambled for an excuse to stay.
Lin Chen cut in coolly, "Relax. We’ll report them to the Law Enforcement Bureau. Besides, they’re critically injured—they might not even survive."
An Yi: "..."
"Give me back my crutches!"
An Yi studied Lin Chen thoughtfully.
Now that he thought about it...
His favorability with this soldier had finally hit zero, unlocking his main questline.
But with no clues yet, how was he supposed to proceed?
"Why are you staring at me?"
Lin Chen felt uneasy under An Yi's scrutiny.
An Yi stroked his chin. "Old Lin, what’s your dream? Maybe I can help make it come true."
He admired his own genius.
Everyone had desires—some dreamed of being billionaires, making wealth their life’s mission.
But life wasn’t a game. Quests might be set, but completion wasn’t guaranteed.
Starting from dreams, desires, or obsessions might be the key to uncovering clues.
"Really?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Anything within my power!" An Yi said eagerly.
The breakthrough was coming!
Lin Chen nodded. "My greatest wish is for you to stay away from Qin Yao."
An Yi: "..."
He was ready to abandon this questline.
"An Yi, can we talk? There’s something I need to say." Qin Yao’s tone was serious.
"Of course!" An Yi hurried over.
Lin Chen watched like a hawk, gripping his crutch.
One wrong move from that brat, and he’d swing.
"Don’t worry, Yao Yao. You two are a match made in heaven. That An Yi doesn’t stand a chance against you."
Qin Zhengwei patted Lin Chen’s shoulder reassuringly.
Lin Chen stiffened, shaking his head. "Mr. Qin, you misunderstand. I’ve always seen Qin Yao as a younger sister."
"Ah, I get it. Young people these days—‘brother’ and ‘sister,’ all very normal." Qin Zhengwei chuckled knowingly.
Lin Chen: "..."
The villa garden, ravaged by battle, lay in ruins under the pale moonlight.
Silence stretched between them, lonely and still.
"Hey... you weren’t hurt earlier, were you?"
Qin Yao clasped her hands behind her back, feigning indifference as she glanced at An Yi.
When the Dark Taoist struck his chest, her heart had nearly stopped.
An Yi grinned. "I’ll live."
The quiet lingered.
After a few steps, Qin Yao murmured, "Do you... really need money that badly?"
An Yi coughed. "Not desperately. Just a temporary shortage..."
"Here’s 50 million. You can take it."
She handed him a bank card.
An Yi froze.
50 million?!
How did she have that much?!
Even if her father was Jiangbei City’s richest man, he wouldn’t give her that much as pocket money!
She wasn’t starting a business!
"Password’s my birthday."
She shoved it into his hand.
"Wait, this is too much—"
An Yi fumbled, overwhelmed.
50 million—enough to change social classes, to let an ordinary person live lavishly for life.
Holding it now, it felt surreal.
"It’s my dowry. My mother left it for me." Qin Yao met his gaze steadily.
An Yi: "..."
"Why so nervous? It’s a loan! You have to pay me back!"
She walked ahead, then turned, smiling. "Muxuan’s a good girl. Don’t bully her."
"Qin Yao!"
An Yi called out to her retreating figure.
She looked back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hmm?"
An Yi pointed to his phone—exactly midnight.
"Happy birthday!"
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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!
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.
