Ding Renfeng listened earnestly and said, "Boss, I have another idea!"
An Yi replied, "Go ahead, speak freely!"
Ding Renfeng pondered and said, "This kid has such tender skin—perfect for stir-fry or deep-fried skewers. The old man’s a bit aged, but he’d make a great stock for stewed ribs!"
Yao Ji, pushing up his round glasses excitedly, chimed in, "Yeah! We should totally eat people! That way, no one can call you soft-hearted!"
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Unexpectedly, this sparked a wave of enthusiasm among his underlings.
"I think we should use a dull knife to slice his meat, hang him at the school gate, and set up a big pot underneath—shaving him piece by piece!"
"Pull out his tendons, tie his hands and feet with them, and hang him up! Every twitch would make him feel the agony of being flayed alive!"
"How about we find a bunch of guys to rough him up first, then watch him and his servant torment each other?"
"I think sashimi would be better. Just grab a bottle of premium soy sauce, and we can start slicing—let him taste his own flesh!"
Carried away by the excitement, Yao Ji’s eyes burned with a dark, feverish intensity behind his round glasses as he roared, "Boss, why don’t we just kill everyone at the school?!"
A passing student overheard this and turned pale.
"What the hell is wrong with these people?!"
Smack!
An Yi’s $2.50 slipper landed squarely on Yao Ji’s face as he said lazily, "Cut the nonsense! Wipe that creepy look off your face—you’ll corrupt the kids!"
This guy was such a cowardly weakling, yet his mind was full of these inhuman, bloody, dark fantasies.
Wu Hao, who had been captured by Ding Renfeng, was deathly pale, his clothes drenched in sweat, and his pants thoroughly soaked.
Hearing An Yi’s words, he finally let out a shaky breath.
Thank goodness! There’s no way they’re actually this deranged—talking about eating people in this civilized world!
An Yi rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still, the earlier suggestions aren’t bad. Later, take him to the hotpot restaurant and prep him for the staff lunch."
"Wait, hold on!!"
Wu Hao screamed in a tearful voice, his hair matted with cold sweat.
An Yi glanced at him and said casually, "Oh right, I almost forgot to ask for your opinion. Do you prefer mushroom broth or spicy hotpot?"
Wu Hao:
His name was Wu Hao, an ultra-rich second-generation heir.
He could turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist! He was arrogant, domineering, and trampled over the weak!
But somewhere along the way, the script had gone wrong—now he was about to be turned into soup by some nobody!
He was panicking. Help needed! Urgent!
"Hey! Answer the question! Mushroom or spicy?!"
Yao Ji, brimming with bravado, smacked the back of Wu Hao’s head and snarled.
Wu Hao’s once perfectly styled hair was now a disheveled mess, a far cry from his usual swagger.
He really wanted to cry! As a tyrant of a rich kid, wasn’t bullying the meek supposed to go his way?
In the past, if he disliked someone, he’d just order his bodyguards to cripple them!
If he saw a pretty woman on the street, he’d drag her into his car to "make babies."
Because he was the young master of Yunzhou—he had the power to act like a law unto himself!
But today, he hadn’t even started bullying anyone!
Since when did smashing a single table warrant being turned into soup?!
Wu Hao forced a trembling smile. "Big bro—"
"Who the hell’s your big bro?! Call me grandpa!"
Yao Ji smacked him again.
Today, he was loving this.
Usually, he was the one getting beaten and calling others "grandpa." Who knew he’d get to be the tough guy for once?
"G-Grandpa!" Wu Hao croaked, his voice hoarse.
After all these years of tyranny, is karma finally catching up?
There was no helping it—he’d trusted his butler too much.
Who would’ve thought that a seasoned martial artist wouldn’t even get a chance to fight before being knocked out cold?
"Earlier, you said you’re from where?"
An Yi sat on a stool, exuding the aura of a boss as he drawled.
"Cao County—"
Smack!
Yao Ji slapped his forehead again. "You dare speak the sacred name of Cao County?!"
"Yunzhou! I’m from Yunzhou, grandpas!"
Wu Hao, terrified of another beating, quickly added, "I see you grandpas are business-minded folks. My family’s been in trade for five generations—we’ve got a bit of wealth. I noticed you were selling this skincare product earlier, and I love it! Could you possibly… part with it for me?"
An Yi’s face lit up. "W-Well, that’s a bit awkward..."
Wu Hao forced a smile uglier than crying. "I adore it! Please grant me this wish!"
An Yi chuckled. "If you love it that much, I’ll sell it to you. After all, I’m not some devil."
"Thank you! I’ll take it—all of it! It’s 500 bucks a bottle, right?"
Wu Hao, relieved to have saved his life, cautiously asked.
An Yi grinned without warmth. "You misunderstood. The ‘500’ is per gram."
Wu Hao:
What kind of scam is 500 bucks per gram?! Even gold isn’t this expensive!
"Boss, looks like he doesn’t wanna buy!"
Yao Ji eagerly whipped out his belt, seething with anger.
Wu Hao panicked. "No, no, I’ll buy! I was just so excited I spaced out!"
An Yi beamed. "Since you love it so much, let’s say… five million for all this Jade Beauty Elixir!"
"Five million?!"
Wu Hao’s face turned green. There are, like, five bottles here!
An Yi scowled. "I’m only selling because you love it so much!"
"Take this!"
Yao Ji swung his belt, ready to strike.
Wu Hao flinched. "N-No, it’s… it’s a steal! I’ll transfer the money now!"
The moment the five million hit his account, An Yi felt pure bliss.
Then, the [Demon Fund] in his system doubled—reaching ten million!
This system’s such a tease!
This was a legitimate business deal—how could it count toward the Demon Fund?!
"Can… can we go now?" Wu Hao asked weakly.
"Scram!"
An Yi waved dismissively.
Yao Ji, still holding his belt, looked disappointed.
Wu Hao, supporting his unconscious butler, wobbled toward his luxury car on shaky legs.
"Hey, your Jade Beauty Elixir!"
An Yi held up the bottles—the guy forgot his purchase!
"No… it’s yours!"
Wu Hao replied, tears in his eyes.
As he turned away, his expression twisted with fury.
He’d never been humiliated like this in his life!
He would make this bastard pay!
Watching Wu Hao’s luxury car vanish into the distance, An Yi cleared his throat and declared solemnly, "See that? That’s marketing!"
One underling muttered, "Isn’t this just extor—"
Whack!
Ding Renfeng smacked the guy’s head and started clapping. "Bravo!"
Clap clap clap!
Applause erupted.
An Yi gestured for them to tone it down and said, "Five million on opening day—this success belongs to all of you! Keep up the good work."
Yao Ji nudged Ding Renfeng excitedly. "See? I knew following Boss would lead to greatness!"
Ding Renfeng nodded. "A true dragon among men!"
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.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
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?!”
