"Glasses, where's your ticket?"
The burly bodyguard surnamed Niu was growing increasingly pale, but his temper remained stubborn as he firmly blocked Chen Bing's path.
Chen Bing remained unruffled, his demeanor exuding an air of authority.
Suddenly, the Niu bodyguard faltered.
This kind of presence—he had only ever seen it in the governor.
Just moments ago, this guy had been an unremarkable, bespectacled nobody. How had his aura become so overpowering in an instant?
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said in a low, commanding voice, "Get that old bastard Wang Mingyang out here! How dare you block me!"
The Niu bodyguard’s legs nearly gave out. This kid, barely half his age, had an intimidating presence that was downright terrifying.
Wang Mingyang was his superior, the head of security—and this kid actually knew him?
Swallowing hard, the Niu bodyguard stammered, "And you are...?"
"Get Wang Mingyang and Ren Jun out here. Now."
Chen Bing ignored the question, his tone icy.
Both the Niu bodyguard and the younger guard beside him gulped, their hearts pounding.
Wang Mingyang was one thing—just a security chief.
But Ren Jun?
That was the real boss.
The catch? Ren Jun wasn’t the company’s public face. Officially, he stayed in the shadows, pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Only the old-timers in the company knew that. New hires rarely had a clue.
Now, they were panicking.
Could this glasses-wearing kid actually be someone important?
"I’d love to know where his bodyguards get the nerve to stop me! If it weren’t for me handling that mess in the capital, they’d all be rotting in jail by now!"
Chen Bing’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unshakable authority, the cold arrogance of someone used to power.
The Niu bodyguard nearly collapsed.
No doubt about it.
The incident Boss Ren Jun had covered up in the capital was a top-secret matter. The Niu bodyguard had been tangentially involved, so he knew bits and pieces.
Could this kid be… Young Master He from the capital?!
In an instant, sweat poured down the Niu bodyguard’s face, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He stammered, "Y-Young Master He, p-please forgive this blind fool! I didn’t recognize you! Spare me, I beg you!"
Chen Bing remained expressionless.
He had lived through twelve thousand cycles of July in this world.
Every dirty secret, every crime committed by this bodyguard’s boss, Ren Jun—he knew them all.
"Hmph!"
Chen Bing slapped the Niu bodyguard’s hand away, a surge of energy slipping into the man’s body in the process.
As Chen Bing strode past, the Niu bodyguard’s back was drenched in cold sweat, as if he’d just narrowly escaped hell itself.
The younger bodyguard beside him suddenly gasped, "Brother Niu… your face isn’t green anymore!"
The Niu bodyguard kicked him in frustration. "Yours is!"
But truth be told, after that slap from the bespectacled kid, he did feel much better—lighter, even.
Wait… was he some kind of masochist?!
"Zhang Fan… ruthless as always," Chen Bing muttered under his breath.
This bodyguard was just a random bystander, yet over a few words, he had been willing to poison him—slow-acting venom, no less, designed to kill a week later. Even the authorities would be left clueless.
That slap had been deliberate. Chen Bing had channeled a pulse of energy into the Niu bodyguard’s meridians, forcibly dispersing the toxin. The man would still suffer for a few days, but at least he’d live.
Behind Chen Bing, a man and woman approached.
The man was middle-aged, his temples graying, his bearing dignified.
On his arm was a stunning mixed-race beauty—tall, around 5’9", with wavy hair and delicate, feline features that exuded allure.
Her skirt was scandalously short, her long, creamy legs practically begging for attention.
Now this was a man’s paradise.
The Niu bodyguard swallowed hard, then suddenly gasped in recognition. "Your VIP pass—you’re Boss Nie!"
Boss Nie smiled warmly, flashed his pass, and strode inside with the mixed-race beauty clinging to his arm.
"Look into that kid," Boss Nie murmured, his gaze fixed on Chen Bing’s retreating figure.
The mixed-race beauty arched a brow. "Why bother with some four-eyed nobody?"
"My instincts are never wrong. There’s something off about him," Boss Nie said gravely.
The woman discreetly pulled out a thumb-sized black device, aimed it at Chen Bing, clicked a few times, then tucked it away.
"Photos secured. I’ll have someone dig into him."
She wrapped her arms around Boss Nie’s, pouting. "Boss, you promised tonight was for me. Don’t let some random brat ruin our fun."
Boss Nie chuckled. "Fine, fine. That beauty serum you want? Consider it yours."
"Holy shit, that goddess is fine."
"That waist, those curves—my type exactly."
Two identical, dopey-looking monks blushed as they shamelessly ogled Yan Zhi, whispering to each other.
But their voices, amplified as if by some unseen force, boomed like temple bells, echoing throughout the entire auction hall.
Under the weight of countless stares, Yan Zhi pinched An Yi’s arm and hissed through gritted teeth, "Those perverted monks are spewing filth. Aren’t you going to do something?"
An Yi shrugged. "What filth? Right now, my cover’s your little brother. If some random guys call my ‘older sister’ pretty, I’m supposed to be proud. Gotta stay in character!"
He refused outright.
Those two bald creeps might look harmless, but voices that loud? Definitely trouble.
Besides, he wasn’t her damn knight in shining armor. Why should he play bodyguard?
Yan Zhi leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a sultry murmur. "Then pretend I’m your girlfriend."
"Really?!"
An Yi’s face lit up.
Yan Zhi nodded, her red lips curling into a smile.
"First, give me a shoulder rub. Then buy me an iced Coke. Oh, and some chips and popcorn. I’m broke, so you’re paying."
"Go to hell, you scammer!"
Soon, the auction hall filled to capacity.
Zhang Fan, Chen Bing, and the others were among the attendees.
The VIP section above was reserved for the elite—the who’s who of the nation.
"That fat woman with the white cat in front of you? Liu Huimin, founder of Junru Hotels, a chain spread across the country. Loaded."
"The balding guy behind her? Patriarch of the Yunzhou martial arts family, master of the Surging Palm technique."
"And that seemingly refined but actually two-faced bastard up front? Nie Chengwen—though he prefers ‘Boss Nie.’ The woman next to him is… well, his mistress."
Yan Zhi seemed intent on giving An Yi a rundown of the high-profile guests.
An Yi’s eye twitched.
"Fat woman? Balding guy? Two-faced bastard? Seriously, is this how you introduce people?"
Just then, Boss Nie’s gaze locked onto An Yi.
This was their first real eye contact.
"Oh-ho, your future son-in-law’s here," the mixed-race beauty giggled behind her hand.
Boss Nie smirked. "If he really does marry my daughter, that’d make you his mother-in-law."
The woman blushed, tracing circles on his chest. "I’m way too young to be a mother-in-law!"
As Boss Nie studied An Yi, An Yi’s attention was fixed on the woman beside him.
With a figure like that and legs so long, it'd be a shame not to take a shot.
Ding! System alert: Target meets the [Love Guru] criteria!
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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!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
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.”
