Chen Bing felt utterly helpless.
He had run into his "ferocious girlfriend" again.
A gentle, kind, virtuous, and adorable girl who could rip open his skull, twist his head off, and kick it around like a soccer ball!
What made it even more frustrating was that, at this moment, his girlfriend didn’t even recognize him!
"Glasses, thanks for the tissue."
Tang Xiaoya’s voice was slightly choked with sobs as she said, "Didn’t expect someone as plain-looking as you to be so considerate."
"My name is Chen Bing!"
Chen Bing’s lips twitched as he corrected her.
Only he could tolerate this.
Anyone else would’ve already lost their temper with this brat.
"Your name’s pretty lame too."
Tang Xiaoya muttered under her breath.
Hearing these familiar words, Chen Bing shook his head, but a faint smile tugged at his lips.
No mistake about it—in every past cycle where they’d met, Tang Xiaoya had always called his name lame.
Same old, same old.
"Lucky for her she’s from the Tang family, or she wouldn’t have survived this long. She’d have been dead ages ago."
Tang Xiaoya exhaled, waving dismissively. "Thanks, I’m leaving now. And don’t even think about asking for my number!"
With that, her mood inexplicably brightened, and she hummed a tune as she walked back to the hospital room.
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses.
Her contact info?
Pfft. He didn’t need it!
He didn’t just know her number—he had every detail about her memorized, from her menstrual cycle to her bra size and even the fabric of her favorite panties.
This wasn’t a cycle. There was no reset.
So he had to nail every single detail perfectly.
Last time, winning her over had taken an insane amount of effort!
Wait—where the hell was An Yi?
Chen Bing scanned his surroundings, only to find An Yi missing.
Around the corner, not far away.
An Yi clicked his tongue in amazement. "Damn, Glasses is next-level bold! Harassing such a fiery woman? Tsk tsk, what a legend."
Honestly, even knowing Tang Xiaoya came from a powerful family…
Even if the system rated her looks a solid 9/10…
He still had zero interest.
A wild, hot-tempered stallion like her? Not his type to tame.
But hold up—when the hell did Glasses’ "Destiny Value" max out?!
An Yi stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Last time they met, it was only 60 or 70—no different from any random person off the street.
But this time? It was maxed!
A full 100!
Meaning… he was a "Chosen One" too?
How the hell did he go from a nobody to a Chosen One overnight?
Did this guy stumble upon some kind of miracle?
An Yi couldn’t make sense of it.
Meanwhile, Tang Xiaoya’s Destiny Value had quietly climbed to 90.
So far, among female characters, he’d only met two with Destiny Values above 90.
One was Qin Yao, the other Lan Ruoxi.
No surprises here—this girl was definitely Glasses’ destined heroine.
But seriously, why the hell was Glasses at the hospital?
What was he doing here?
"Dr. An! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!"
From another direction, Xu Yi emerged from a hospital room, waving urgently.
An Yi responded, "Oh? What’s up?"
Xu Yi asked, "Director Zheng would like to speak with you. Are you free?"
"Free as a bird. Lead the way." An Yi grinned.
He hadn’t come to the hospital for nothing, after all.
Inside the office, both the deputy director and Director Zheng were waiting.
The moment Director Zheng saw An Yi, he warmly extended a hand. "Dr. An, thank you so much for your help earlier."
An Yi waved it off modestly. "Just doing my duty. Serving the people is every responsible young person’s obligation!"
The deputy director nearby nearly rolled his eyes.
Yeah, right. This was the same guy who’d demanded five million as a consultation fee not long ago.
Director Zheng studied An Yi, a mix of emotions in his gaze.
This kid had the air of a street punk, reeking of troublemaker vibes, but deep down, he was decent.
Unlike that so-called "prodigy" of his…
"Wait… you’re Zhang Fan’s—"
An Yi suddenly recognized Director Zheng. Wasn’t this the old man Zhang Fan had apprenticed under? He’d even bumped into him when Aunt Zhou was discharged.
At the mention of Zhang Fan, Director Zheng’s expression darkened. "Let’s not talk about him."
That only piqued An Yi’s curiosity.
That guy was one of the Chosen Ones, protected by the system. Sooner or later, their paths would cross.
Any info on him was gold.
The deputy director chimed in, "After Zhang Fan went to Yunzhou City, he got into a conflict with some colleagues. That same night, he poisoned them all, dismembered their bodies, and fled. No one’s seen him since."
An Yi’s lips twitched.
Murder was one thing, but dismemberment? What a psycho!
"Liu Zhuang and the others could be overbearing, but they didn’t deserve that…" Director Zheng sighed, weighed down by regret.
He’d seen potential in Zhang Fan. That’s why he’d taken him as a personal disciple.
But the kid turned out to be vindictive, killing at the slightest provocation. How could someone like that call themselves a doctor?
An Yi was quietly impressed. Now this was a real villain.
Ruthless. Brutal. Efficient!
Even with a weak-ass "Surgery System," the guy had pulled this off!
Meanwhile, here he was—a broke, loser antagonist who’d barely last one episode in a TV drama.
Stuck with a "Villain System" but spending all his time exploiting its bugs.
Compared to Zhang Fan, An Yi felt downright ashamed.
Still, the fact that Zhang Fan was missing? Not good news.
The mood had turned heavy. An Yi changed the subject. "Director Zheng, mind if I ask—do you know anything about ‘Astral Grass’?"
The real reason he’d come here wasn’t just for small talk.
He needed info on Astral Grass—the key ingredient.
Without it, that so-called "Jade Beauty Elixir" would be useless.
"Astral Grass…" Director Zheng frowned, glancing at the deputy director.
The deputy director shrugged. "No clue. I only know ‘Baby’s Breath.’"
An Yi was disappointed. Figures—this garbage system’s materials were always obscure.
His bank account had 14 million now.
Converted, that was 140 days of lifespan.
What the hell could he do with that? Barely half a year!
The ticking clock weighed on him, a lazy bum suddenly pressured by mortality.
"I don’t know about Astral Grass—sounds like a martial artist’s herb. But I know someone who might. She’s from an ancient martial family, incredibly skilled. If anyone would know, it’s her."
Director Zheng scribbled a number on a piece of paper. "Here’s her contact."
"Thanks, Director Zheng."
An Yi pocketed the note. If the director vouched for her, she had to be reliable.
Stepping out, An Yi dialed the number.
A sultry, domineering voice answered, "Who’s calling?"
An Yi:
"Sht!"
The Tigress!
Why her?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
