"Fine! I agree!"
Tang Xiaoya glared fiercely at An Yi.
Her grandfather's condition was critical. Though she didn’t trust traditional Chinese medicine, she had no other choice now.
The doctors at Jiangbei City Hospital were useless—she could only place her faith in him!
"Hurry up!" Tang Xiaoya urged, unable to bear seeing her grandfather suffer.
An Yi responded irritably, "Stop nagging! He won’t drop dead in the next minute!"
Damn this girl!
Was she even a 9/10 in looks? And yet so high-strung!
Shen Muxuan, Qin Yao, Lan Ruoxi, Yan Zhi—any of them outshone her!
An Yi swiftly wielded his needles, his movements fluid as he inserted silver needles one after another into the old man’s chest. The dense cluster of needles might have triggered trypophobia in some.
Tang Xiaoya paled, fearing An Yi might jab too hard.
The heart wasn’t something to mess with, but his practiced, effortless technique gave her a sliver of confidence.
Her gaze toward An Yi now held a glimmer of hope.
Maybe this kid, who looked even younger than her, could actually pull it off!
"Ah!"
The old man—Mr. Tang—let out a muffled groan, gripping the sheets tightly as cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Oops, my bad! Wrong acupuncture point!"
An Yi looked thoroughly embarrassed as he pulled the needle back out.
Tang Xiaoya:
She wanted to strangle him.
Time ticked by.
By the time An Yi finished, it was already evening.
Mr. Tang’s heart was clogged with stagnant blood.
Worse, it wasn’t just his heart—his meridians, organs, and tissues were riddled with old injuries.
Channeling energy through the needles to clear the blockages had exhausted An Yi.
"Finally done!"
Yawning, An Yi began packing up his needles.
Tang Xiaoya, drowsy until now, jolted awake at his voice and rushed over anxiously. "How is he? Grandpa, do you feel better?"
Mr. Tang stretched his arms, vitality returning to his face. "I’ve never felt this light. My chest isn’t tight anymore, and the heart pain is gone."
"It actually worked!"
Tang Xiaoya’s heart swelled with relief, tears nearly spilling over.
This trip had been just her and her grandfather. With him falling ill and no one else around, she’d been terrified of something going wrong.
"Hey… thanks, kid."
Her gaze softened as she looked at An Yi.
Sure, he was still a pain—but he was now the Tang family’s savior.
An Yi replied flatly, "No need for thanks. Just pay up."
"Money-grubber! No bedside manner!" she muttered before asking, "Give me your bank details. I’ll transfer the money."
An Yi recited his account number.
A moment later, his phone pinged with a notification.
His entire being lit up like he’d swallowed a magical fruit.
Five million!
Last time he’d "redistributed wealth" (ahem, acted heroically), he’d barely scraped together five million after all that effort!
He opened his system to check his balance—and froze.
The string of digits made his heart skip.
One, ten, hundred, thousand… fourteen million!!!
He counted again to be sure. Yep, fourteen million.
Where’d the extra five come from?
A note at the bottom explained: his demand for payment had bordered on extortion, qualifying as a "gamble." Thus, the Demon Fund doubled the reward.
"Extortion? Gambling? Just for hustling that girl?"
An Yi couldn’t argue with the system’s logic.
Hell yes, double it!
Fourteen million!
A month ago, he wouldn’t have dreamed of such wealth. Back then, even splurging on 250-yuan sandals hurt.
Now? He was a bona fide millionaire.
Tang Xiaoya frowned at his dazed expression. "The money’s transferred."
"Oh. Got it."
Suppressing his excitement, An Yi forced calm into his voice. "Now, about that bet you lost…"
"What—?"
Tang Xiaoya’s face paled as she remembered. Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Fine! Traditional Chinese medicine isn’t a scam! TCM—"
"Too quiet. Go shout it outside," An Yi cut in.
"You—!"
Fuming, she stomped to the doorway and muttered under her breath, "TCM isn’t a scam… TCM isn’t…"
"Speak up! Can’t hear you!" An Yi pressed.
"TRADITIONAL CHINESE MEDICINE ISN’T A SCAM! TCM ISN’T A SCAM! TCM ISN’T A SCAM—!"
Her embarrassed shouts echoed through the hallway.
Instantly, the entire floor erupted.
"Bloody hell, who’s yowling in the middle of the night?!"
"Moron! Screaming like a lunatic!"
"Idiot! Show some damn respect—this is a hospital!"
"You brain-dead or what?! Shut the hell up!"
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Jiangbei City’s patient population was impressively diverse—judging by the mix of accents cursing back.
Mr. Tang spoke up gently, "Young friend—"
"Not my fault. A bet’s a bet."
An Yi shrugged.
Mr. Tang chuckled. "Xiaoya’s been spoiled. Consider this a lesson in humility." He then bowed slightly. "I owe you my life. I am Tang Baichuan. May I know your name?"
"An Yi. Just An Yi."
An Yi casually replied, "No need for thanks—I'm getting paid for this anyway. You're a martial artist, aren't you, old-timer? Those injuries of yours are all internal damage."
"Indeed, I am."
Tang Baichuan chuckled warmly. "This life-saving favor is far beyond what a mere five million can repay. My family is based in the capital, and in that little corner of the world, I do have some influence. If you ever need anything in the future, young friend, I won’t hesitate to help."
"Haha, Old Tang, you’re as generous as they come. I’ll take you up on that!"
An Yi’s smile grew even more amiable.
A mere five million?! That’s quite the tone!
Looking at his injuries, they’re the kind you’d only get from over a thousand battles!
And he claims to have influence in the capital!
Key point—his base is in the capital!
All signs point to this old man being anything but ordinary!
At first glance, he seemed like just another wealthy guy, but now it’s clear—he might be a true heavyweight!
Odds are, he’s even more formidable than the Qin family!
At the hospital stairwell.
Tang Xiaoya had just finished shouting "Traditional Chinese medicine isn’t a scam!" a hundred times, only to be thoroughly berated by patients from all over the country crowding the floor.
Now, she sat on the stairs, eyes red and puffy, sniffling and wiping away tears.
She absolutely loathed An Yi at this moment!
"Didn’t expect you’d still be such a crybaby. Here, dry those tears."
Just then, Chen Bing appeared, walking over with a resigned sigh. He handed her a tissue and said gently, "Stop crying, or you won’t be pretty anymore."
Tang Xiaoya, her face streaked with tears, looked up with watery eyes and snapped, "Who the hell are you?"
Chen Bing:
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.
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.”
