The dispute over who possessed the secret manual raged on.
Some even suspected An Yi had swapped it out himself!
But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, where could he have found a replacement?
Moreover, the martial artists standing close by were almost certain that An Yi had genuinely thrown out the "Nine Swords of Dragon Slaying" manual—it wasn’t a fake.
Now, the question of who had it became shrouded in mystery.
With so many people packed tightly together earlier, who could tell who had snatched it?
"Let’s go, I’m exhausted!"
Extricating himself from the crowd, An Yi stopped wasting time with them. He stretched lazily, yawned, and prepared to leave.
Long and Hu immediately followed him. "Brother Chen, where are we headed?"
An Yi paused and looked at them in surprise. "You two should go wherever you need to. Why follow me? I’m broke—I’m not handing out free meals!"
Long scratched his bald head awkwardly. "We’ve been expelled from the Lantuo Temple by the abbot. Right now, we’ve got nowhere to go..."
"Yan Zhi, what’s for dinner? I’m starving!"
An Yi pretended not to hear and made to slip away.
Expelled from the Buddhist order?
These two monks clearly weren’t the virtuous type—why stick to him?
He was a model citizen, a top student at Donghai University, a pillar of the nation!
Besides, he wasn’t Lin Chen.
Even if these two monks were a bit slow, the truth would come out eventually, and then things would get awkward!
Ding!
[Iron Arhat Long] requests to be recruited. Accept?
Ding!
[Blood Arhat Hu] requests to be recruited. Accept?
Two consecutive notifications echoed in An Yi’s mind.
He stopped in his tracks.
Anyone who triggered the system’s attention was no ordinary person.
For instance, not long ago, the "Gourd Immortal" had also prompted a system notification when requesting recruitment—though An Yi had ended up cutting him down.
"Fine, whatever."
With a resigned sigh, An Yi turned back and pulled out a thick stack of cash from his pocket, handing it to the two men.
The move even left Yan Zhi momentarily stunned.
Who carried that much cash around these days?
"You two, head to Jiangbei City and look for a guy named Ding Renfeng. He’s one of mine—stick with him for now."
An Yi discreetly tapped the confirmation button on the system panel.
He was a reasonable man.
Even if that brute Lin Chen didn’t get along with him, he’d eventually fall under his command.
Since these two monks were Lin Chen’s underlings, didn’t that indirectly make them his as well? So confirming was the right call!
"Holy crap, this much money?!"
Long and Hu were dazzled by the thick wad of cash, their faces burning with excitement.
They even debated whether to visit the Pleasure Sect’s den to "punish evil and uphold justice."
"In that case, till we meet again, Brother Chen!"
Eagerly, Long and Hu waved goodbye and hurried off.
"Go on, we’ll regroup in Jiangbei City!" An Yi smiled as he sent them off.
Yan Zhi frowned. "They’re going the wrong way. That’s not the road to Jiangbei City."
"Doesn’t matter. The planet’s round—they’ll get there eventually."
An Yi then turned his attention to Chen Bing, who had been trailing them. "Glasses, you’ve been following us for a while now."
Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses but didn’t deny it.
Given the commotion from his earlier fight with Zhang Fan, it’d be stranger if An Yi hadn’t noticed.
"I saw how loyally you stepped in to protect me earlier."
An Yi clasped his hands behind his back, oozing self-importance.
Chen Bing: "…?"
What nonsense was this? Loyally protect him?
Him?
An Yi spoke with gravitas. "Glasses, I know you want to acknowledge me as your boss but are too proud to say it. Fine, I’ll give you the chance today."
In his mind, it was only natural for Chen Bing to want to follow him.
After all, he’d just displayed his prowess—his sheer presence alone was enough to attract admirers.
And since Chen Bing had tailed him this long, even intercepting Zhang Fan’s sneak attack, clearly he’d been trying to earn favor by protecting him!
Chen Bing adjusted his glasses again, then turned away. "You’re overthinking it. See you around."
With that, he left without another word.
An Yi sighed. "That guy—always so stubborn. And shy, too."
Yan Zhi: "…"
"It’s late. Where are we sleeping tonight?"
Glancing at Yan Zhi—strikingly valiant yet undeniably alluring—An Yi gulped.
A man and a woman alone together… things could easily get out of hand!
He was this handsome!
And this woman was strong, with terrifying strength—he wouldn’t stand a chance if she made a move!
"Jiangbei City isn’t far. I’ve booked a car—we’re heading back tonight."
Yan Zhi shook her phone dismissively.
An Yi’s enthusiasm deflated instantly. Then his expression twisted in alarm. "Wait—where’s my sword?!"
Earlier, he’d repeatedly reminded Yan Zhi to keep an eye on it during their retreat.
Now she was here, but the sword was missing!
Frantic, he rushed back—only to find his massive broadsword lying abandoned by the roadside.
Yan Zhi rolled her eyes. "You really think anyone would steal this hunk of scrap metal?"
"That’s five million right there! You reckless woman!"
"Who are you calling reckless?!"
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A one-eyed man leaned out from a car window and activated his communicator. "Dragon Commander, An Yi and Yan Zhi have left by car."
"Mm. Keep a close watch on that Zhang Fan kid. Bring him to me."
"Understood!"
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Creak—
The shabby door of the rented apartment groaned as An Yi pushed it open.
After rushing back overnight, it was already 1 a.m.
Carefully closing the door, he noticed the TV was still on—though Shen Muxuan had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Such a waste of electricity!"
An Yi frowned and turned it off.
Even though he was now worth millions, old habits died hard—wasting money on power still stung.
"Hey, wake up. Don’t sleep here—it’s uncomfortable."
He gently poked Shen Muxuan’s shoulder.
She blinked drowsily and mumbled, "You’re back so late…"
"I told you not to wait up! A man’s gotta have his nights out." An Yi spoke with mock solemnity.
Shen Muxuan yawned. "There’s food in the pot… kept warm for you…"
Her head drooped back onto the couch as she dozed off again.
"This girl…"
With a resigned chuckle, An Yi scooped her up in a princess carry.
Then he froze.
He’d acted on instinct, intending to take her to her room.
But wasn’t this inappropriate? Men and women shouldn’t be so casual.
If Shen Muxuan had been awake, she’d have glared at him, cheeks puffed in anger, threatening to "punch his stupid head off" for being improper.
Gazing at her cat-like slumbering form, An Yi shook his head with a smile.
He laid her gently on the bed.
Studying her, he rubbed his chin and mused aloud, "Wouldn’t sleeping in so many clothes be uncomfortable?"
The words made Shen Muxuan stiffen, her back tensing.
This jerk! He actually wanted to—while she was asleep—!
So shameless! So shameless!
Her face burned crimson.
Her master was right—men were all the same!
Horny idiots with no self-control!
After a long silence with no movement, she finally exhaled and opened her eyes. "Maybe… I should do it myself—"
Only to realize An Yi was already gone.
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."
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
