The Happy Family Club.
This iconic building in Yunzhou City, a paradise for countless men, collapsed today!
The deafening roar and billowing dust filled the air.
The Yellow-Robed Beauty and the other members of the Joyous Sect watched with twisted expressions, their eyes burning with hatred as they glared at Fang Jueming.
Fang Jueming calmly adjusted the bandages wrapped around his hands, his demeanor unshaken, exuding an aura of invincible courage.
An Yi’s eyelids twitched violently as he sensed the impending disaster. He swiftly pressed his dagger against Shangguan Qianqian’s neck.
"Nobody move! Or I’ll kill this woman!"
His furious shout snapped the Joyous Sect women out of their grief-stricken stupor over the destruction of their stronghold.
The Yellow-Robed Beauty’s eyes turned icy, her entire body trembling with rage.
Today, this ends only in death!
"Have you lost your damn mind?! Why tear the place down?!" An Yi gritted his teeth and hissed at Fang Jueming.
If they had just let this woman go, everything would’ve been fine.
But this guy had to pull a stunt like this—now they were stuck in a deadlock!
Fang Jueming scratched his head sheepishly, looking utterly innocent. "I thought they were torturing you, Master. I didn’t know where you were, so I had to search room by room."
An Yi:
It’s time to assign this kid to a demolition crew!
Lin Chen’s gaze at Fang Jueming was filled with intrigue.
This level of destruction wasn’t something a mere martial artist could achieve. Only a few days had passed since Qin Shan’s birthday banquet—what the hell had happened to this guy?!
His growth rate was nothing short of a complete metamorphosis.
The Joyous Sect was a den of vice!
Fang Jueming tightened his bandages and declared solemnly, "As a martial artist, one must have a heart that despises evil! With these fists, I shall strike down the wickedness of this world and restore justice under the heavens!"
"Damn it!"
"Who taught you that?!"
An Yi nearly cursed out loud.
Clearly, he couldn’t leave his disciple unsupervised—just a few days apart, and his worldview had already been warped!
"Let’s fight. These women were never good people to begin with!"
Lin Chen gripped his dagger firmly.
Long and Hu nodded in unison, raising their fists.
"We, disciples of the Buddhist path, cannot tolerate such filth!"
"Yeah! Same here!"
An Yi sighed—looks like they had no choice but to fight.
But then again, the Joyous Sect truly was a blight.
Last time at the Night Blossom, Nie Qinglan had nearly been violated by the Gourd Immortal due to the Joyous Sect’s schemes.
From what An Yi knew, hundreds of girls lost their innocence to the Joyous Sect every year, reduced to mere tools for profit.
Countless men, unable to resist temptation, had also fallen prey to the sect’s women, drained dry and left to die.
Such an organization deserved to be wiped out!
"Kidnap me later and take me with you," Shangguan Qianqian whispered coldly into An Yi’s ear.
An Yi scoffed. "Why the hell should I? Dream on!"
Ding!
[Mission: Kidnap the "Chosen One"!]
Rewards: [Tiger Yang Pill]! +20 Evil Points! +30 Favorability with Shangguan Qianqian!
The system’s voice suddenly rang out.
An Yi raised an eyebrow—he’d almost forgotten.
This woman was also a Chosen One!
Shangguan Qianqian said earnestly, "I don’t want to stay here. Take me away, and I’ll give you what you desire."
"Oh? And what exactly can you give me?" An Yi couldn’t help but ask.
The system had already issued the mission—he had no choice but to help now.
But he was still curious—what could this woman possibly offer him?
"I'll be your lover, the kind who comes at your beck and call," Shangguan Qianqian whispered into An Yi's ear, her breath warm and fragrant.
Despite her usual icy, aloof beauty, her words carried an indescribable allure.
An Yi immediately frowned.
"Nonsense!"
What kind of person did she take him for, talking about lovers like that!
But the system's task loomed before him. If he refused, he’d likely face its punishment.
Cornered, An Yi had no choice but to reluctantly accept Shangguan Qianqian's request.
"Sisters, don’t let them escape!"
The Yellow-Robed Beauty fixed her gaze on Shangguan Qianqian and declared solemnly, "Rest assured, Holy Maiden, we will rescue you!"
Shangguan Qianqian remained composed, unmoved.
"Why would you want to flee this place?" An Yi couldn’t help but ask, curious.
As the Holy Maiden, her status was lofty. Logically, the Yellow-Robed Beauty and the others should be nothing more than her subordinates.
Shangguan Qianqian met his eyes coolly and murmured, "I despise men. I loathe this den of debauchery."
The secret techniques of the Joyous Union Sect all relied on dual cultivation for advancement.
If no one interrupted tonight and An Yi took her purity, the years to come would force her to depend on dual cultivation to survive.
Should An Yi ever be drained to death, she’d have to seek a replacement—on and on, endlessly.
To her, this was no different from being kept like livestock.
"Stop them! Protect the Holy Maiden!"
At that moment, a woman in tight-fitting attire charged forward, a flexible sword in hand.
Long was the first to strike.
With a roar, his clothes tore apart!
The woman’s blade slashed across his body—only to spark against his skin.
"What... what kind of man is this?" she gasped in shock.
Long grabbed her sword with his bare hand and yanked it toward him.
Caught off guard, the woman was dragged along with her weapon.
Clasping his hands in a Buddhist gesture, Long intoned solemnly, "Amitabha! This humble monk shall deliver you to enlightenment. Awaken!"
Bam!
A single palm strike landed squarely on her chest.
The woman shrieked, blood gushing from her mouth as she flew backward like a broken kite.
Meanwhile, Hu struck down another opponent, his face serene as he chanted, "The Buddha is merciful."
"With no woman in the heart, the blade moves like a god!"
The Yellow-Robed Beauty paled.
These two were both guardians of the Joyous Union Sect, martial artists of the Mingjin level!
Yet against these two bald monks, they couldn’t even last a single round.
Then, Lin Chen made his move.
His Cloud-Splitting Staff saw its first real combat.
Three Mingjin-level women surrounded him at once.
"Qi Manipulation!"
Lin Chen flicked his wrist.
Suddenly, the women felt as if submerged in water, their movements sluggish.
Seizing the moment, Lin Chen struck.
His staff became a blur—swift as lightning, ruthless and precise.
All three women collapsed instantly.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel.
"No mana cost? That’s insane! The range just now was at least twenty meters!"
Even with his drastically improved strength, using that technique would’ve drained him dry.
The Yellow-Robed Beauty stared at Lin Chen in disbelief. She hadn’t expected this coldly handsome young man to possess such overwhelming power.
In this branch of the Joyous Union Sect, apart from herself, no one stood a chance against him.
Though the sect had numbers, prolonging this fight would only lead to heavy losses.
And with the Holy Maiden in their grasp, this was a losing battle.
Are we just supposed to stand by and watch them destroy the Joyous Sect, then walk away with the Holy Maiden in tow!?
"Hand over An Yi, Joyous Sect!"
"Surrender An Yi, and we'll spare your lives!"
In the dead of night, a vast crowd of masked figures advanced.
The scene was nothing short of spectacular!
It was as if an epic battle anthem had already begun blaring in the background!
"Listen up, everyone! First, we take down the Joyous Sect. After that, whoever manages to claim An Yi's head—the five billion bounty is theirs!" shouted a short, bespectacled young man with a sleazy demeanor, his face hidden behind a mask.
Another young man, who resembled a masked gorilla, roared at the top of his lungs, "Five billion is right in front of us! What are you all waiting for? Let's go!"
Lin Chen didn’t hold back, turning to An Yi with a smirk. "Seems like your school buddies are eager to trade you in for the reward."
An Yi:
The two leading the charge for his head were none other than Qin Shan and Liu Dachao!
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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!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
