An Yi pressed one hand against a security guard's back, then leaped up and kicked two others flying with consecutive strikes.
With a casual twist of his wrist, he flipped the guard beside him, sending the man spinning in midair before crashing to the ground.
The other security personnel, already fuming with anger, felt their eyelids twitch violently at the sight.
Just how much strength did this guy have to effortlessly swing a nearly 200-pound man in circles before slamming him down?
It suddenly dawned on them—had this punk been toying with them the whole time?
Xu Zhe’s face flushed red with rage, his teeth grinding. "What the hell are you all standing around for?! Whoever breaks one of his legs gets a million!"
"Hah, break my legs?"
An Yi cracked his knuckles, his gaze turning icy.
There was once another guy who threatened to break his legs too. Last he heard, that guy was having the time of his life—in a wheelchair.
Like a gust of wind, An Yi weaved through the remaining guards, heading straight for Xu Zhe.
In that instant, Xu Zhe’s hair stood on end.
A primal terror gripped him, freezing him to the core.
He was going to die!
Just then, Xie Yan—a plump woman in professional attire—came barreling in, panting heavily. "Stop! Stop it! You two, cut it out!"
An Yi had no choice but to halt.
At his speed, the impact would’ve been no different from getting hit by a speeding truck. If this hefty woman took the brunt of it, it’d be fatal.
Xu Zhe, still trembling, felt a dampness in his pants.
Thankfully, his instincts as a celebrity kicked in—he managed to stop himself at the last second.
If he’d wet himself in public, his sparkling career would’ve been over!
"Jesus, how did you get here so fast?!" Xie Yan gasped, startled by An Yi’s sudden appearance.
Seeing Xie Yan, Xu Zhe immediately latched onto her like a lifeline, his grievances pouring out. "Yan-jie! He—he hit me! My face is swollen! I make a living with this face, and he—he—"
"Oh, my poor baby! Are you hurt? Let me see your face—anywhere else injured? How could anyone lay a hand on you?"
Xie Yan fretted over An Yi, cupping his face and examining it from every angle. Only after confirming his handsome features were unharmed did she exhale in relief.
"Uh, Yan-jie… I’m over here," Xu Zhe interjected, thinking she’d mistaken him for someone else.
Xie Yan, still scrutinizing An Yi’s face, frowned at Xu Zhe’s voice. "I know! Stop whining like a little girl! Where’s that boldness you had when you were bedding fans?"
Xu Zhe: "…"
Don’t just say that out loud! What if those students watching overhear?!
Do you know how much we spent on PR to bury that scandal?!
An Yi, his face still being squeezed, had veins popping on his forehead. "Lady, what the hell are you doing?"
"Handsome! So damn handsome!" Xie Yan’s eyes sparkled.
This guy wasn’t just good-looking—he had flawless skin, smooth and tender to the touch. Whatever skincare routine he was on, it was working wonders.
His proportions were perfect too. Around six feet tall, lean but with just enough muscle definition under his loose T-shirt to drive girls wild.
The only downside? His style screamed "loser."
But no worries—attitude could be cultivated. And bad boys with a rebellious streak? Always in demand.
"Hey, lady! Get your grubby hands off him!" Nie Qinglan snapped, jealousy flaring as Xie Yan kept pawing at An Yi’s face.
Aren’t you a little old to be chasing after fresh meat?
The moment Xie Yan spotted Nie Qinglan, her eyes lit up again.
This punk girl was gorgeous too!
"What a cutie!" Xie Yan marveled, studying Nie Qinglan with excitement.
Just how perfect were her natural features?
Even that hideous smoky eye makeup couldn’t hide her beauty!
Nie Qinglan, sensing Xie Yan’s predatory gaze, quickly clung to An Yi’s arm, nestling against him like a delicate bird. "Stay back! I worked hard on this makeup!"
"Why bother with DIY makeup, sweetie? Join me in the entertainment industry! I’ll hook you up with the best stylists in the country!"
Xie Yan’s enthusiasm was infectious as she painted a lavish picture. "Imagine—wherever you go, an entourage at your beck and call. Mansions, luxury cars, servants waiting on you hand and foot, bodyguards trailing your every step. That’s the life even immortals would envy!"
Nie Qinglan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. You think I fled all the way to Jiangbei City for fun?"
Xie Yan: "…?"
"Lady, what’s your deal?" An Yi’s tone turned sharp.
He wasn’t here to entertain some random agent—he had a pretty-boy celebrity to beat up.
And he wasn’t exactly the forgiving type.
Xu Zhe, equally baffled, also wanted to know what Xie Yan was scheming.
Smiling, Xie Yan gestured between An Yi and Nie Qinglan. "Listen, kids. I’m from Shiyin Media. Shangguan Qianqian? Yeah, she’s one of ours."
"Shangguan Qianqian?! For real?!" Nie Qinglan’s eyes widened.
An Yi frowned. "Who’s that?"
Nie Qinglan scoffed. "The lead actress from Where’s Diaochan? Duh!"
An Yi’s expression turned solemn at the title.
Damn. That’s some endurance.
Xie Yan, pleased by Nie Qinglan’s reaction, pressed on. "So? What do you two say? Interested?"
An Yi didn’t hesitate. "Nope."
Hell no.
His bounty was worth over a hundred million.
Being under the spotlight? That’d be like painting a target on his back.
Besides, he was already a boss running his own company. Pocket change from some talent agency meant nothing to him.
"If Boss says no, then I say no too! I only listen to Boss!" Nie Qinglan declared sweetly, hugging An Yi’s arm.
Xie Yan’s excitement skyrocketed.
Oh-ho! There’s chemistry here!
Perfect! We can milk this for a shipping frenzy!
Fans would eat this up—obsessing over their "relationship," generating endless buzz!
Xie Yan switched to business mode. "Can you sing?"
An Yi: "No."
"Dance?"
"No."
"Rap?"
"Nope."
"Basketball?"
An Yi perked up. "Now that, I can do."
Xie Yan waved dismissively. "Eh, not important."
An Yi: "…"
Despite his lack of skills, Xie Yan felt invigorated, as if she were staring at the next superstar—one she’d personally sculpt.
Ignoring the starry-eyed agent, An Yi turned back to Xu Zhe.
Xu Zhe’s scalp prickled under his gaze. "W-why are you looking at me?! I’ll call the cops!"
An Yi dusted off his hands and walked away.
Xu Zhe, upside-down in a green trash bin, flailed his legs helplessly as security guards struggled to yank him out.
Nearby, a group of female students squealed in excitement.
"OMG! It’s Xu Zhe!"
"It really is him!"
"Quick, take a picture! This is legendary!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of campus…
A tall, curvaceous woman stood in the shadows.
Her oversized sunglasses hid most of her face, but if she revealed herself, the entire school would erupt.
This woman was none other than the hottest star of the moment—Shangguan Qianqian.
Shangguan Qianqian stole a glance at An Yi's retreating figure, a smile curling at the corners of her lips: "Not bad at all, to think we'd run into each other. What a delightful coincidence! Truly, fate works in mysterious ways."
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shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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!
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
