The force was thunderous, piercing through the sky!
Now that An Yi's strength had greatly increased, the fifth level of his Flash Fist unleashed a terrifying power beyond imagination.
Coupled with the element of surprise from a sneak attack, the strike carried a 150% damage boost.
Boom!
A deafening sound of the punch echoed through the air!
It drew the attention of all the martial artists engaged in the chaotic battle.
Even Yan Zhi and Chen Bing were stunned by the sheer force of this punch.
The dignified, revered, and noble Fu Changchun, the master of the Surging Waves Palm sect, was sent flying like an autumn leaf in the wind, crashing hard against the wall before collapsing to the ground.
He lay sprawled on his back, chest faintly rising and falling, unable to get up again.
An Yi clicked his tongue in amazement—this old man had some skills! He wasn’t dead yet!
Everyone was shocked.
The master of the Surging Waves Palm sect was taken down by this lowly brat with a single punch?
An instant defeat??
This was an outcome they couldn’t accept!
This was a martial artist with a notable reputation across the entire Great Xia martial world!
"Master!"
Several disciples who had accompanied Fu Changchun rushed forward in panic upon seeing this scene.
Supported by his disciples, Fu Changchun struggled to breathe, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Retreat!"
Fu Changchun gave An Yi a weak, resentful glance before gritting his teeth and issuing the order.
He had trained in the Surging Waves Palm since childhood, dedicating sixty years to refining his external martial arts to an invincible level.
Yet, against this brat, he couldn’t even withstand a single punch!
With so many witnesses tonight, if word spread, it would be an indelible stain on the reputation of the Surging Waves Palm sect!
Ding! [Tyrant] mission completion: 10/10!
Ding! [Tyrant] mission reward: Evil Power Value +30! [Storage Space (Beginner)]!
Hearing the mission completion notification, An Yi wore a satisfied expression.
The spatial mission had finally unlocked!
And the 30 points of Evil Power Value were a nice bonus—just after allocating 100 points to his base stats, the rest had gone into [Dark Weapon Mastery], which was in high demand right now.
"That old man was the master of the Surging Waves Palm sect. Kid, you’ve just landed yourself in big trouble," Yan Zhi remarked coolly.
An Yi grinned. "No worries. If I were afraid of him, I wouldn’t have attacked."
"By the way, what the hell did you do while I wasn’t around?" Yan Zhi asked, frowning as she watched the relentless waves of martial artists charging toward them.
The kid had excused himself to the restroom, and she had waited for what felt like an eternity.
Only after hearing the commotion did she realize something was wrong and rushed over—only to find this mess!
Good grief!
She had no idea what he’d done, but he was now surrounded by a sea of martial artists out for his blood.
"Madam Lin! We’re here to protect you!"
Long and Hu broke free from the crowd and solemnly declared.
"Madam Lin?"
Yan Zhi was baffled. But when she caught sight of the two bald men, her temper flared.
An Yi quickly intervened, "Don’t attack! They’re on our side!"
Yan Zhi felt utterly lost.
She felt like she couldn’t keep up with the times anymore.
What the hell was happening in the world?!
The martial artists continued to glare at An Yi with murderous intent.
The "Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying" technique—its reputation had already spread like wildfire in the martial world, enough to incite a bloodbath. There was no way they would let it go!
An Yi sighed and pulled out a somewhat tattered martial arts manual from his chest.
Yan Zhi’s eyes widened in shock when she saw it.
Wasn’t that the final auction item? How did it end up in his hands?!
"Lin Chen! Hand it over now!"
"Lin! Give it up, and we’ll spare your life!"
The martial artists knew An Yi’s strength was formidable, so none dared to charge first, fearing they’d end up like Fu Changchun.
"Lin Chen?" Yan Zhi gave An Yi a questioning look.
A woman in a yellow dress stepped forward with a seductive smile. "Young Master Lin, the Joyous Harmony Sect welcomes you. If you choose to join us, we will guarantee your safety."
As she spoke, over a dozen beautiful women behind her stepped forward, each with striking looks.
However, compared to Yan Zhi, they all paled in comparison.
An Yi frowned. "Why is your sect all women? What benefits would joining the Joyous Harmony Sect bring me?"
"This is our VIP Diamond Gold Card. Feel free to visit and learn more," the woman said with a smile, handing him a golden card. "Oh, and with this card, all services at our establishment are free for life."
An Yi maintained a cold expression as he pocketed the card. "Hah! What kind of man do you take me for?!"
The woman in yellow: "..."
Yan Zhi smirked.
"Joyous Harmony Sect, huh?"
She’d remember that. Tomorrow night, she’d lead a surprise inspection.
Looking at the layers upon layers of martial artists eager to seize the manual, An Yi knew one thing for certain—if he took this thing home tonight, it would only bring disaster, possibly even endangering Shen Muxuan and Aunt Zhou.
Five billion!
Throwing it away would be such a waste.
"Actually, just now, I made a decision that goes against my ancestors’ wishes!"
An Yi held up the "Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying" manual and sighed dramatically. "From now on, I shall prioritize harmony, abide by the law, respect the elderly, and cherish the young. I won’t involve myself in your petty squabbles anymore. So, I’ve decided to let this go."
The crowd’s eyes lit up.
Was this brat really giving up on it?
"This thing is right here in my hands!"
An Yi waved the manual teasingly as he slowly walked toward the crowd.
The martial artists stared greedily, their eyes practically glowing green.
"You want this sword technique? You can have it—all of it! Go find it! The strongest swordsmanship lies within!"
Suddenly, An Yi hurled the manual into the crowd.
Instantly—
The mob erupted like a boiling school of fish, scrambling toward where the manual had landed!
"Damn it! Where’s the manual?! Did you take it?!"
"No! I saw you grab it first, you thief!"
"Bastard! It was you—you were the first one there!"
In an instant, the once-united martial artists turned on each other, suspicion and violence erupting among them.
They had all seen the kid throw the manual—but then it vanished!
Someone must have secretly pocketed it!
But of course—who wouldn’t hide it if they got their hands on it?
Watching the chaos unfold, An Yi smirked in satisfaction.
Yan Zhi walked over, impressed. "Not bad! Throwing away something worth five billion just like that!"
"Some things, if they’re meant to be yours, they’ll come to you. If not, forcing it is pointless. One must learn to let go—only by giving up can you gain. There’s a kind of love called… releasing your grip!" An Yi declared righteously.
Yan Zhi nodded approvingly. "Well said! That’s some high-level wisdom!"
What she didn’t know was that the "Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying" was now safely stored away in his Storage Space.
An Yi had fooled them all!
The maximum external control range for the Storage Space was three meters.
The moment the manual was about to leave that range, An Yi used his Qi Manipulation to slow its descent—then stashed it directly into his Storage Space.
So, in the end, these people were fighting over nothing!
As far as anyone knew, he had thrown the manual away, clearing himself of suspicion.
Whatever happened next had nothing to do with him!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.”
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!
