The night was dark and the wind howled—a perfect time for killing.
The street near the herbal market was unusually deserted tonight, devoid of any human presence. The flickering dim glow of the streetlights cast an eerie atmosphere.
"Boss, how many people do you think are watching us right now?"
The mixed-race beauty clung to Boss Nie's arm, her lips curling into a seductive smile.
Boss Nie draped his hand over her delicate shoulder and replied, "Hard to say. Seems we’ve touched something we shouldn’t have."
The mixed-race beauty covered her mouth with a laugh. "In the Southeast Province, is there anything Boss Nie wouldn’t dare touch?"
"Can’t be too sure."
As he spoke, a dart materialized in Boss Nie’s hand and shot straight through the throat of a martial artist lurking in the shadows ahead.
Thud!
The martial artist collapsed to the ground.
It seemed to be a signal. Like a sudden downpour, figures hidden in the darkness emerged from all directions.
"Nie Chengwen, hand over the Nine Dragon Slaying Swords!"
A half-bald elder with graying hair stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His palms were noticeably larger than an average person’s, a clear sign that his martial prowess lay in his hands.
"Surrender it, and we’ll spare your life!"
A yellow-robed beauty from the Joyful Union Sect stepped forward, gripping a longsword.
Nie Chengwen swept his gaze over the crowd and smirked. "Who would’ve thought? Nie Chengwen, a mere merchant, would one day be surrounded by so many martial elites!"
"Enough talk! There’s just the two of you today—no way you’re escaping! Amitabha!"
A monk stepped forward, his voice booming.
Another monk followed suit, shouting, "Damn right! Hand it over or we’ll kill you! Mercy be upon us!"
The crowd:
"They’re here to assassinate!"
"They’re just thugs looking to rob and kill!"
"These bald monks are practically announcing it over loudspeakers!"
Zhang Fan, his hood pulled low, leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket and the other tossing a dagger. His eyes gleamed with malice.
Chaos was his favorite playground.
No one dared make the first move.
Reputation was everything.
Nie Chengwen was a heavyweight in the Southeast Province—a man of mysterious background, formidable influence, and a martial artist himself. No one underestimated him.
And the mixed-race beauty by his side? She was no pushover either.
At this moment, a faint smirk tugged at Boss Nie’s lips. The plan had unfolded a bit earlier than expected, but showing his hand wasn’t a bad thing.
Otherwise, people might keep thinking he was easy prey.
Just then, a surge of powerful energy erupted!
The monk standing by the roadside was struck head-on.
"Ah, damn it!"
Caught off guard, the monk was sent sprawling to the ground by the force.
Then, a figure lunged forward like lightning!
A flurry of punches and kicks rained down on the fallen monk.
Fists became a blur!
The monk was battered like a ragdoll in a storm.
Everyone stared in shock at the young man in a suit who had suddenly charged in.
What the hell was this guy’s deal?
And to make it worse—he flipped the monk over mid-beating to pummel his backside?
"Call me impotent, will you?!"
"Say I live off women, huh?!"
"Take this—!"
The young man cursing and thrashing the monk was none other than An Yi.
"Ah Hu!"
The other monk, seeing his brother getting beaten, snapped out of his daze and rushed forward.
"Ah, right. Almost forgot about you!"
An Yi grinned darkly, conjuring an air blade in his hand and slashing it down on the monk.
Clang!
The blade struck, but the impact sounded like metal hitting metal.
An Yi blinked in surprise, but it didn’t slow him down.
While the monk was busy blocking the air blade, An Yi spun with fluid grace, appearing behind him in an instant.
"Flash Fist!"
Thud!
The monk, caught off guard, was swept off his feet by a swift leg strike.
An Yi’s fists hammered down like hail.
With just himself, An Yi had stolen the spotlight from everyone else.
Boss Nie frowned.
At the height of tension, this kid barged in just to beat people up?
Why now of all times?!
After taking down the two monks, An Yi exhaled in relief, feeling refreshed.
On his Tyrant mission log, the counter now read: 2/10 completed.
Good. Just eight more to go.
Stretching his arms, An Yi turned to Boss Nie. "Old man, you’re in deep trouble. Need a bodyguard?"
Boss Nie saw right through him. With a chuckle, he retracted the dart in his hand. "What’s your rate?"
"Two hundred million!"
An Yi grinned. "Two hundred mil to keep you safe. Not a bad deal, right?"
Boss Nie replied coolly, "Money isn’t an issue."
An Yi’s smile widened.
The Tyrant mission required defeating eight qualified martial artists.
He’d been struggling to find enough targets, and now Boss Nie was surrounded by a crowd of them.
Not only could he extort protection money, but he could also complete his mission—two birds with one stone!
"Kid, stay out of this! Do you even know who you’re dealing with?"
Fu Changchun, leader of the Raging Waves Palm Sect, glared coldly.
An Yi replied flatly, "I only know my employer’s paying me two hundred mil."
"Enough talk! Who does this brat think he is?!"
A burly man, hot-tempered, swung his fist straight at An Yi’s head, aiming to kill.
An Yi didn’t hold back either.
With a flick of his wrist, an air blade slashed through the man’s abdomen.
Splat!
Blood sprayed as the man collapsed, grievously wounded.
The crowd gasped.
That man had been a Mingjin-level martial artist—yet he was taken down in one move!
Fu Changchun narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
An Yi drew a black combat dagger from his sleeve. "Hear my name and tremble! I am Lin Chen of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Group!"
Boss Nie: "..."
Zhang Fan: "..."
Chen Bing: "..."
This guy’s shameless.
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances. None had heard of "Lin Chen."
Who knew Yunzhou City hid such formidable figures?
Unexpectedly, the two beaten monks perked up.
"Ah Long! That kid who just beat us—he’s Lin Chen!"
"Wolf Fang Mercenary Group—it’s gotta be him!"
An Yi stared at the two bruised but excited monks, exasperated.
Are these two bald freaks invincible or something?
His beating had been pointless!
The crowd, however, dismissed An Yi.
He was just a troublemaker. Their real target was Boss Nie—no way one guy could protect two people against so many!
"Kid, forget the two hundred mil. How about this Nine Dragon Slaying Swords technique instead? It’s worth five hundred million."
Boss Nie tossed the manual to An Yi.
An Yi caught it, stunned.
Just like that?
A technique worth half a billion—handed over without a second thought?
Shirley, the mixed-race beauty, clung to Boss Nie’s arm and pumped her fist at An Yi. "Go get ’em, little bro!"
In an instant, every pair of eyes in the crowd locked onto An Yi like wolves spotting prey.
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!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
