Things I Want to Do but Am Afraid to Try

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: "..."