"Who is it? Speak up!"
The woman's voice came through the phone again.
"Ahem, uh, Captain Yan, it's me—An Yi."
Seeing no way out, An Yi braced himself and answered.
He never would’ve guessed that the person Director Zheng had so highly recommended would turn out to be her!
When it came to Yan Zhi, his feelings were mostly just… awkward.
His identity as the Night Emperor had been exposed—and it happened way too suddenly.
The things he’d done under that alias weren’t exactly bad, just… a little underhanded in method.
Back then, Yan Zhi had constantly accused him of "defying the dignity of the Law Enforcement Bureau" and swore to "take his head as an offering to the heavens."
And then there was that incident not long ago where he’d… accidentally groped her backside.
"An Yi? What a rare guest. You’re actually calling me?"
Yan Zhi’s voice carried a hint of teasing. She cut straight to the chase: "Spit it out. What do you want?"
"Uh… do you know anything about Skybloom Grass?"
An Yi hesitated before asking.
He didn’t hold much hope.
He’d already asked Director Zheng and the others—even Elder Tang—but none of them had heard of it.
"Skybloom Grass…? I think I’ve heard of it. Let me check—"
The sound of rustling pages came from Yan Zhi’s end.
An Yi was mildly surprised. She actually did know?
"What do you need such an obscure herb for?" Yan Zhi’s voice returned, accompanied by more page-flipping.
An Yi brushed it off casually. "Just feel like trying something new to boost my health."
Yan Zhi’s voice dripped with amusement. "Oh really? According to the classics, Skybloom Grass is mainly used to treat infertility, impotence, and… ahem underperformance. Kid, you’re way too young to have that kind of problem."
Then, a series of loud, goose-like cackles erupted from the other end of the line, as if she’d just uncovered some scandalous secret.
An Yi:
"You’re the one with the problem!"
That’s what Skybloom Grass does?!
Yan Zhi’s laughter continued. "Relax, I won’t tell a soul! If I hear anything about Skybloom Grass, I’ll let you know ASAP."
Damn it!
This conversation was over.
"Uh, thanks."
Before Yan Zhi could respond, An Yi hung up.
Maybe I should just find another way to get rich.
Like acting!
With this face, I could make two million a day—way better than running around looking for some stupid grass!
Then I’d have all those girls donate their milk money straight into my charity fund.
Yunzhou City, the capital of the southeastern province.
Well, that part wasn’t important.
Tonight, the Yunzhou Medicinal Market had become the center of attention.
A fleet of outrageously expensive luxury cars crowded the parking lot.
Fully armed security personnel patrolled with rifles, their sharp eyes scanning the surroundings like hawks. Hidden in the shadows, martial artists provided an additional layer of security.
There was no room for error tonight.
Everyone was on high alert.
At that moment, a couple strolled in.
The young man looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a sharp suit, his posture tall and straight.
His handsome features carried a roguish charm, his striking looks rivaling those of A-list actors.
Beside him, a woman in a red evening gown exuded elegance—her curvaceous figure and alluring presence made her nothing short of a goddess.
"Damn, security’s tight," An Yi muttered under his breath, glancing around.
The couple was none other than An Yi and Yan Zhi.
After two days of digging, Yan Zhi had tracked down the Skybloom Grass—tonight’s auction would feature it as a lot. So here they were.
"Behave tonight. The crowd here is… complicated," Yan Zhi warned in a low voice.
An Yi rolled his eyes. "Do I look like a troublemaker?"
If you were even remotely well-behaved, I wouldn’t have to ask! Yan Zhi thought bitterly.
Still, she kept it to herself.
"Thanks, though," An Yi said with a faint smile.
He was genuinely surprised. He hadn’t expected this law enforcer to go so far for his sake.
Yan Zhi sighed. "Don’t thank me. Just make it through tonight without incident—that’s thanks enough."
This kid’s a walking disaster.
Wherever he goes, chaos follows.
That night, An Yi had saved the Law Enforcement Bureau. If not for him, the Jiangbei branch might’ve been wiped out.
That was a debt she couldn’t ignore.
So when he’d asked about Skybloom Grass, she’d put in the effort—scouring leads until she learned it’d be auctioned here.
"Y’know, when you’re not being a pain, you’re actually kinda handsome," Yan Zhi remarked, adjusting An Yi’s tie.
At 181 cm tall, with a system-rated 8.8 charm score, even a simple touch-up made him devastatingly attractive.
If he’d just act normal for once, he’d probably have girls lining up for him.
Too bad An Yi’s only takeaway from his looks was "maybe I can hitch a ride with a sugar mommy."
An Yi stiffened slightly.
She was standing way too close.
Among the few women he knew who scored a perfect 9, Yan Zhi was easily the most seductive.
Slender waist, perky hips, full curves—her mature, domineering aura was nuclear-level lethal to a pure-hearted guy like him.
No, no—I can’t handle this. I’m lactose intolerant!
"Let’s go in," Yan Zhi said, smoothing his hair before looping her arm through his.
"Sure."
An Yi’s hand naturally settled on her slender waist.
So soft… perfection!
Yan Zhi’s expression darkened, her eyes flashing murder. "What are you doing?"
An Yi blinked innocently. "Aren’t we pretending to be a couple?"
Yan Zhi’s smile was razor-thin. "Hand off. We’re siblings."
"Oh. My bad."
Meanwhile—
A figure cloaked in black shuffled toward the entrance.
A guard spotted him and immediately blocked the way. "Halt! Who are you? State your business!"
"Oh, I’m here for the auction," the figure replied, pulling back his hood to reveal a pale, gaunt face.
"Credentials?"
The guard eyed him suspiciously. Something about this guy felt off.
"Here."
The young man extended a bony hand, offering a ticket.
After inspecting it, the guard scoffed and waved him through. "Go on in, you creepy bastard."
The young man said nothing. But the moment he stepped inside, his lips curled into a chilling smirk.
Nearby, Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, frowning.
"Zhang Fan… What’s he doing here?"
In his ten-thousand-plus cycles, Chen Bing had crossed paths with Zhang Fan before. He knew better than to underestimate him.
Every horrifying headline from last month? All tied to this guy.
"This auction’s getting interesting. Nothing but big shots tonight," Chen Bing mused, watching the stream of VIPs enter.
"Brother Niu… You feeling okay? Your face looks kinda green," a younger guard ventured cautiously.
Brother Niu scowled. "The hell you mean, ‘green’?! Screw off!"
"No, seriously—it’s really green. Maybe you should go home and check on things."
"Shut it! My wife’s loyal as hell! I don’t need to ‘check’ anything!"
Just then, Brother Niu’s sharp eyes locked onto a bespectacled youth trying to slip past.
"You! Glasses! Think you’re slick?!"
Chen Bing: "…"
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.
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.
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
