"Lot 97, 100,000 for the first bid!"
The auctioneer glanced at the modest middle-aged man and An Yi before bringing down the gavel.
Lot 97 belonged to An Yi!
Instantly, sweat beaded on the middle-aged man’s forehead as societal judgment warred with his personal dignity.
Gritting his teeth, he shakily raised his paddle.
"150,000!"
Then, flushing red with embarrassment, he hastily explained, "That friend of mine and I are sworn brothers! Like family! Seeing him unable to carry on his lineage, how could I stand by and do nothing?"
"150,000—any higher bids?"
The auctioneer shot a look at An Yi.
An Yi raised his paddle, teeth clenched. "160,000!"
The Celestial Star Grass was a must-have for him—no way he’d let some uncle snatch it away!
"Sir, I’m a doctor. I can cure your friend a hundred different ways—just let me have this!" An Yi said earnestly.
Ahem!
The auctioneer cleared his throat in warning.
While their auction house wasn’t strict about rules—no need for fancy international bidding protocols—shouting bids across the floor was pushing it.
The middle-aged man clearly wasn’t buying An Yi’s sweet talk and heroically raised his paddle again. "200,000!"
"210,000!" An Yi countered without hesitation.
The auction hall buzzed with murmurs.
The atmosphere grew peculiar.
"Bro, that kid looks so young, yet he’s got that problem."
"Never judge a book by its cover. And here I thought he looked so dignified."
"No wonder he’s not touching that gorgeous woman next to him—there’s a reason!"
Two monks in the back row, voices booming like temple bells, chimed in loudly.
The entire auction hall erupted in laughter.
"Goddammit!"
An Yi’s fists clenched.
Whoosh!
A blade-like surge of energy slashed toward the two monks, sending them scrambling to dodge.
The air blade struck the wall, leaving a deep gash.
The twin monks exchanged glances, realization dawning.
"Shut. Up."
An Yi’s face darkened as he spoke through gritted teeth.
Personally and professionally, he wanted these two idiots gone.
"Uncle, keep bidding," An Yi forced out with a sinister smile.
The middle-aged man stared at the gash in the wall and gulped.
A threat—blatant and brutal!
Sweat poured down his face as he waved his hands. "N-no, young man… you’re still young. It’s all yours."
An Yi: "..."
The auctioneer’s gavel fell. "210,000, going once… 210,000, going twice—"
"250,000!"
"300,000!"
Two voices rang out simultaneously across the hall.
One belonged to Zhang Fan.
The other—Chen Bing.
An Yi frowned, scanning the room.
Well, well.
All familiar faces!
What were they doing fighting over Celestial Star Grass? Were they both impotent too?!
Elderly onlookers wiped away tears, already drafting their social media posts:
"What is wrong with the youth today? How will our great nation rise with a generation like this?!"
Seeing three able-bodied young men brawl over a remedy for impotence, some began to suspect foul play.
Three men in their prime, all with the same condition? Unlikely.
Could the Celestial Star Grass have other uses?
Zhang Fan’s gaze turned icy.
With his Poison Master System, his medical expertise was formidable. He knew the grass wasn’t just for impotence—it had potent healing properties.
In his hands, it could be refined into a deadly toxin.
Chen Bing’s reason was simpler.
Through countless cycles of rebirth, he knew the Celestial Star Grass was a miracle cure. If its true value were known, its price would triple overnight.
Might as well invest while it’s cheap!
"350,000!"
Boss Nie pondered, then raised his paddle.
The mixed-race beauty beside him blinked in surprise. "Boss, you’re plenty… vigorous. Why bid on this?"
"Just curious," Boss Nie replied mildly.
Even he was competing? The crowd finally grasped that the Celestial Star Grass must be extraordinary.
After all, Boss Nie was infamous for his… appetites. No way he had performance issues!
"400,000."
An Yi cut to the chase, tone indifferent.
Zhang Fan’s cold stare bore into him.
He lifted his paddle—then, after a hesitation, lowered it.
Money meant nothing to him, so he carried little. No funds to compete.
Boss Nie arched a brow at An Yi.
If it were anyone else, he’d fight to the last penny. But for An Yi…
Fine.
His paddle, half-raised, slowly lowered.
"400,000, going once… 400,000, going twice… 400,000—sold! Congratulations to our VIP in Lot 97!"
The gavel struck.
An Yi exhaled in relief.
400,000—lower than he’d expected. He’d been prepared to go up to a million.
"Mission accomplished. Should we leave?" An Yi asked Yan Zhi beside him.
Yan Zhi’s delicate brows furrowed. "Don’t you feel it? Tonight’s unusual. There might be something big coming."
An Yi shrugged. "I know. But with so many prepared players here, no point in sticking our noses in."
Yan Zhi's expression was brimming with curiosity as she said excitedly, "We finally made it to Yunzhou City, and with nothing urgent to do, why not indulge our eyes a little?"
"Alright, let's take a look then," An Yi replied, yawning lazily.
To be honest, the so-called treasures of this world didn’t interest him in the slightest.
In his realm, they were nothing more than worthless junk no one would even glance at.
The auction continued.
One after another, items were brought up on stage, only to be taken down shortly after.
But those seated in the VIP sections hardly made a move.
It was as if they were all silently waiting for something.
"Next up, we present to you—a sword!" the auctioneer announced, clapping his hands.
Several burly men then carried an enormous black iron greatsword onto the stage.
The crowd erupted in murmurs!
The sword was indeed massive—and incredibly battered!
But surely it couldn’t be that heavy, could it?
Four grown men struggled just to lift it!
And not only was the sword broken—its tip looked as though it had been snapped clean off!
Thud!
When the greatsword was set down, the impact cracked the auction house’s floor tiles.
The auctioneer frowned at the sight.
"This sword was retrieved by a martial artist from the ruins outside the Nine Star Palace. It is extraordinarily heavy, and according to expert analysis, dates back a thousand years. Starting bid—5 million! Each subsequent bid must increase by at least 200,000. If no one else bids after three calls, the item will be sold!"
After finishing his announcement, the auctioneer nearly laughed at the absurdity.
Even if this sword were an antique, it wouldn’t be worth that much! And a mere thousand-year-old relic? It was too damaged to have any collectible value!
A broken, oversized, ridiculously heavy sword with a starting price of 5 million—what idiot would buy it?
"5 million!"
A clear, composed voice rang out.
It was An Yi.
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!
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
