In the darkness of night.
A beat-up Tesla luxury car flickered its lights as it sped past.
The vehicle was packed to the brim.
At the wheel was Lin Chen, while in the passenger seat sat Shangguan Qianqian, her wrists bound—clearly forced into the car.
In the back row, An Yi was sandwiched between two burly, flattering monks who had squeezed him into an impossibly tight space.
"Brother Chen, that last move of yours was absolutely legendary! A single strike froze the entire battlefield!"
"Yeah, Brother Chen has always been a beast! Remember how he used to beat us up as kids? Those fists—just thinking about them makes my head ache!"
Long and Hu chuckled as they showered An Yi with praise.
Lin Chen, gripping the steering wheel, said coldly, "I'm Lin Chen."
Long and Hu fell silent, turning to An Yi for confirmation.
An Yi sighed and nodded.
These two idiots wouldn’t believe anyone else—they still thought he was Lin Chen!
"Damn! I knew it! Brother Yi is handsome and dashing—no way he’s Lin Chen! I could tell back at the auction!"
"Right! That poker face of his just pisses me off! The more I look at him, the more I want to punch him!"
Long and Hu took turns hurling insults, their faces twisted into menacing scowls as they challenged Lin Chen.
"Listen up, Lin! We’ve spent ten years training at Lantuo Temple—we’re not the same pushovers you used to beat up!"
"We came down the mountain just to settle the score! Pull over! Let’s settle this once and for all!"
An Yi’s face darkened.
These two morons!
Their deep, booming voices were deafening—especially with one on each side!
Lin Chen glanced at them through the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Shut up."
In an instant, a chilling aura filled the car.
The two loudmouths fell silent as if their power cords had been yanked.
Long, trying to save face, muttered weakly, "Fine, I’ll shut up. Like I’m scared or something."
Hu echoed in an equally subdued tone, "Yeah, whatever."
An Yi: "..."
After the battle at Hejia Huan, Chen Bing, who had gathered everyone, vanished just as quietly as he had arrived.
Bai Xiu, Qin Shan, and Liu Dachao had taken a taxi here and now insisted on staying in Yunzhou City for a few days to have some fun before heading back.
Fang Jueming, who was learning martial arts at Wu's Martial Arts School nearby, had walked over.
With Lin Chen in a hurry to return, An Yi naturally chose to hitch a ride—and forcibly dragged Shangguan Qianqian along.
This woman was suspicious. He had to uncover her secrets!
Plus, she was a "Chosen One"—no way he was letting her go!
An Yi gazed out the window, lost in thought.
He had encountered someone from the Prison Envoy clan, which likely meant the Hundred Ghosts Sect had ties to the Skyreach Tower of the Ancient Continent.
His expression turned grim.
He wasn’t sure if the Hundred Ghosts Sect knew his true identity.
But if they did, they wouldn’t have sent just one envoy.
Back then, they had issued a Divine Decree just to capture him!
An Yi closed his eyes.
He needed to build his own power in this world.
With that thought, he checked the organizational chart of his Asura Sect.
He had taken the position of Sect Leader, with Lin Chen as the Grand Elder and Bai Xiu as the Second Elder.
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao were in charge of the Training Hall and Enforcement Hall, respectively.
Long and Hu were the Left and Right Protectors.
An Yi pondered for a moment before asking the car’s occupants, "Why did you all choose to join the Asura Sect?"
The car fell dead silent.
Long blinked in confusion. "Brother Yi, wait… the Asura Sect is real?"
Hu nodded eagerly. "I thought you made it up! Turns out it’s legit!"
An Yi’s eye twitched. "Then why the hell were you two calling yourselves Left and Right Protectors?"
"Well, you said you were the Sect Leader. We couldn’t just follow you without cool titles, so I made it up," Long said matter-of-factly.
Hu added, "Yeah, I just copied him."
An Yi’s forehead creased with frustration.
If they could just assign themselves titles, what was the point of him being Sect Leader?
Lin Chen, still gripping the steering wheel, said seriously, "Don’t look at me. This woman started shouting about the Asura Sect, so I just went along with it."
He had no idea what the Asura Sect was.
But if An Yi was the leader, that was enough.
During fights, shouting "I’m from the Asura Sect!" was a great way to redirect blame.
It also served as a reminder to the Hundred Ghosts Sect—if they wanted revenge, they should go after An Yi first. He was the mastermind!
Lin Chen was just a small-time bodyguard in Jiangbei City, barely involved in any of this.
An Yi’s face remained expressionless.
Shangguan Qianqian’s cold eyes gleamed with interest. Others might not know, but she understood the Asura Sect’s significance.
With a hint of curiosity, she asked, "So… can we really choose any position we want? What if I wanted to be Vice Sect Leader?"
Ding! Asura Sect Vice Sect Leader: Shangguan Qianqian!
An Yi’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as the system updated the sect’s hierarchy, adding "Vice Sect Leader" under her name.
Was this a joke?! This woman had just waltzed in and become Vice Sect Leader?!
In the Asura Sect, the Vice Sect Leader oversaw internal affairs—second only to the Sect Leader and the elders!
Furious, An Yi tried to kick her out.
But the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind:
Ding! Host lacks the necessary permissions!
An Yi: "!"
Just then, his phone rang.
It was his disciple, Fang Jueming. An Yi answered. "What’s up, kid? You home yet?"
"Nope. Shuangshuang kicked me out."
Fang Jueming sounded puzzled. "No idea why. She said I was ‘dirty’ and ‘disgusting.’"
An Yi: "..."
"Hey, Master, I heard you talking about the Asura Sect. Can I join?"
Fang Jueming’s voice was hopeful.
An Yi yawned. "Sure. You can be whatever you want—just not Sect Leader."
This so-called Asura Sect felt like a game of make-believe.
No, scratch that—even make-believe had rules!
This was just pure chaos.
Fang Jueming exclaimed excitedly, "Then I want to be the Chief Disciple!"
Ding! Asura Sect Chief Disciple: Fist Emperor Fang Jueming!
An Yi forced a smile. "Congrats. You’re officially the Chief Disciple now."
After hanging up, An Yi pondered the purpose of the Asura Sect.
If he couldn’t even assign positions, what was the point?
Was this just some stupid joke?
Wait—he was still the Sect Leader.
Anyone who joined the Asura Sect was under his command.
Did that mean he could order them around?
Suddenly, An Yi’s face flushed with excitement. He mustered his courage and decided to test a long-held fantasy.
"Hey, Lin Chen… can you bark like a dog for me?"
Lin Chen: "..."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
