A bottle of beauty elixir for 100 million yuan.
In an instant, the entire auction hall fell dead silent.
Countless eyes turned toward Yan Zhi.
Her expression remained calm, showing no reaction after spending such an astronomical sum.
"Honey, I want it! Don’t you want your wife to look youthful and beautiful?"
"Damn it, with 100 million, I could sleep my way through the entire planet!"
"My love, seeing this elixir reminds me of my late mother."
"You dare buy this, you spendthrift woman? I’ll go meet your late mother right now!"
The auction hall descended into chaos over the 100-million-yuan beauty elixir.
"Bro, I told you that guy was a gigolo, but you didn’t believe me."
"I believe it now! He’s clearly a freeloader—looks like those 5 million were just his pocket money!"
Two bald men seated at the back of the auction hall snickered again.
An Yi clenched his fists, summoning an air blade in his palm.
"Damn it, I won’t calm down unless I slaughter these two bald bastards!"
How dare they slander him like this?!
As if he wouldn’t love to freeload if he could!
Ding! Side quest unlocked: [Tyrant]!
Rewards: [Storage Space], +30 Evil Power Value!
Hearing the long-absent voice of the system, An Yi froze momentarily.
"Tyrant?!"
This villain system just leveled up!
Before, the quest names were all low-tier stuff like "stealing," "robbing," or "groping."
Now it’s classy!
An Yi casually tapped open the quest rewards—and his eyes nearly popped out.
[Storage Space (Beginner Tier)]
Description: Capacity—5 cubic meters!
An actual storage space!
Wasn’t this the kind of thing only immortals had in the legends he heard as a kid?
A pocket dimension capable of moving mountains and draining seas! And now, he could have one too!
With this thing, hauling bricks, delivering packages, or setting up a street stall would be a breeze!!!
Suppressing his excitement, An Yi opened the [Tyrant] quest details.
[Tyrant]
Objective: Defeat 10 qualified masters. Progress: 0/10!
Additional Requirement: Establish initial fame to unlock the Reputation function!
"Qualified masters?"
What the hell counted as a "qualified master"? And what was this "Reputation" thing?
An Yi glanced at Yan Zhi beside him.
A marker floated above her head—!
Scanning the auction crowd, he noticed the same above the head of the Surging Waves Sect’s leader.
Zhang Fan had one!
Chen Bing too!
Even the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect!
Upon closer inspection, quite a few people qualified.
But what thrilled An Yi the most was that the two bald men—who looked nothing like Buddhist disciples—also had markers!
Perfect!
Time to slaughter these two sons of bitches!
"130 million!"
"150 million!"
By the time An Yi snapped back to reality, the auction had spiraled out of control.
The auctioneer, having long shed his earlier ethereal demeanor, now stood with rolled-up sleeves, gripping a nearly shattered gavel, his face flushed as he roared like a man possessed.
"150 million, going once! 150 million, going twice! Any higher bids?! Yes! 155 million, going once!"
The competition had reached a fever pitch.
Only a handful remained in the fight:
Yan Zhi, Liu Huimin (CEO of Junru Group), and the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect.
"155.5 million!"
The yellow-robed beauty gritted her teeth and called out the bid.
Instantly, her disciples turned pale, tearfully pleading:
"Master! We can’t afford this!"
"Have mercy! Even if our whole sect worked ourselves to death, we couldn’t earn this much!"
But the yellow-robed beauty’s gaze at the elixir bottle was one of madness.
What did middle-aged women care about most?
Their looks!
Approaching forty, past her prime, with wrinkles creeping in—the helpless dread of fading youth was worse than death!
Having witnessed its effects, how could she give up now?
She’d do anything to preserve her beauty!
"Bidding just 500K more? How petty!"
Liu Huimin adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her plump face oozing disdain as she raised her paddle.
"180 million!"
"Ooooh!! This stunning beauty bids 180 million! Any higher offers?!"
The auctioneer’s voice was hoarse, his judgment blinded by the obscene commission he stood to earn.
"Instead of wasting money on beauty elixirs, she should lose weight first!"
Yan Zhi’s temple vein bulged in anger.
But 180 million was beyond her means.
Liu Huimin lifted her double chin, shooting Yan Zhi a taunting look.
"That fat cow is provoking me!" Yan Zhi snarled, smashing her chair’s armrest.
"Captain Yan, stay calm!" An Yi hurriedly intervened.
Yan Zhi turned to him, teeth clenched. "You! Do you have any money?"
An Yi: "?"
Then she shook her head. "Sorry, I’ve lost my mind—asking you for money!"
An Yi: "..."
Liu Huimin surveyed the room triumphantly. Though neckless, she held her head high.
"200 million."
Boss Nie raised his paddle.
His weathered voice cut through the noise.
The crowd turned to him in shock.
"200 million, going once! 200 million, going twice!"
The auctioneer, hair disheveled, was on the verge of hysterics.
He’d buy a mansion! A sports car! Naked women!
Liu Huimin paled at Boss Nie’s bid.
Truthfully, 200 million wasn’t her limit.
But she didn’t dare counter.
"200 million, three times! SOLD! Congratulations to VIP #153!"
Boss Nie smirked, pulling the mixed-race beauty beside him closer.
"Here, got it for you."
"B-Boss… 200 million?! You’re too good to me!"
Overwhelmed, the beauty buried herself in his chest, nearly sobbing.
The auction crowd watched enviously, wishing they could trade places.
200 million?!
They’d take a bullet for that kind of money!
An Yi frowned, deep in thought.
As expected—
In this world, money ruled all.
With enough cash, even a system-rated 9/10 beauty would throw herself at you!
"Disgusting! Spending that much on a mistress! Is Boss Nie brain-dead?!" Yan Zhi fumed.
An Yi waved it off. "Relax, it’s just beauty elixir. Easy! I’ll handle it."
"Wait—you’re saying you’d spend 200 million on me too?" Yan Zhi pressed, eyes gleaming.
An Yi: "..."
200 million?!
That wasn’t just his life savings—that was five lifetimes’ worth!
He’d meant the next batch of elixirs!
"Look! The final auction item is here!"
Ignoring her hopeful gaze, An Yi abruptly pointed at the stage, feigning excitement.
He had no idea what was being auctioned.
But right now, enthusiasm was mandatory.
The auctioneer smoothed his disheveled hair and announced solemnly:
"Ahem. Our final item is a treasure from the ruins of the Nine Star Palace. Many of you came specifically for this, so without further ado—let’s begin."
He opened an ancient sandalwood box.
Inside lay a weathered manual.
"Ancient martial arts sword technique—Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes! Starting bid: 100 million!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
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!
