An Yi laughed it off when he heard this: "Actually, a name like Lin Chen is pretty common. It's not surprising to find duplicates."
"Right? You also think Lin Chen is an awful name, don't you? I told my sister the same thing back then, but she wouldn’t listen," Lin Mei'er said with a bright smile.
An Yi very much wanted to agree, but right now, he was Lin Chen.
Wang Yuan took a swig of alcohol and seemed utterly bewildered.
Suddenly, he became unusually bold. He stepped forward, looking at Lin Mei'er, only to shrink back timidly again. "H-how do you think my name sounds?"
Lin Mei'er paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "It's quite nice."
Wang Yuan mustered up the courage to say something, but in the end, he just slumped back and took another drink.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Bro, seriously? You dropped to 20 already!"
Ding!
A side quest, [Bullying], appeared!
Reward: Subsidiary System [Financial Management System]!
The system's notification rang out abruptly.
"Bullying?"
Curious, An Yi opened the quest details.
[Bullying]
Quest Description: Pick on the weak.
The task was as concise as ever—and just as random.
Who was the "weak one" here? Wang Yuan?
No way, this guy was already pitiful enough!
He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Thud!
At that moment, a group of people swaggered into the Monarch’s Tavern.
"Mei'er! You here?"
A flamboyant voice called out.
Leading the group was a man with dyed green hair, a lanky frame, and a venomous tattoo on his face. Draped in a fur coat and wearing a top hat, he sauntered forward.
Behind him were twin girls in tight-fitting outfits and a giant man carrying a massive hammer.
The moment the four appeared, the atmosphere in the tavern instantly turned oppressive.
Lin Mei'er's expression darkened as she said coolly, "So it’s the Poisonous Young Master. What brings you here?"
"Teehee, of course, it’s the sweet whispers of your pink pillow-talk!"
The Poisonous Young Master grinned, flicking out a dark-purple tongue to lick his lips.
Any knowledgeable martial artist would be trembling in fear right now.
Poisonous Young Master!
The heir of the Five Venoms Sect!
"Keep spouting nonsense, and I’ll rip your mouth off!" Lin Mei'er said coldly, her phoenix-like eyes turning sharp.
The Poisonous Young Master’s face stiffened. "I-I’m serious! I’ll come propose tomorrow! Even though you’re over a decade older than me—"
Crash!
Lin Mei'er hurled a wine bottle straight at his head.
But the Poisonous Young Master dodged with lightning speed, evading the attack.
Incredible reflexes!
An Yi’s expression turned grave as he glanced at the shattered bottle and the spilled red wine.
"Perfect! Now I don’t have to pay for that!"
"Just kidding, just kidding~"
The Poisonous Young Master licked the wine off his lips, still smiling.
Suddenly, Lin Mei'er wrapped an arm around An Yi and pulled him into her embrace.
Pressed against her soft, voluptuous body, An Yi was momentarily stunned.
This was way too sudden!
That warm, supple sensation—
In an instant, it was like a switch flipped in his brain. He suddenly got the allure of a mature woman.
Then, a pair of fiery red lips planted a loud kiss on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark.
An Yi’s mind went completely blank.
This can’t be happening!
But when he noticed the Poisonous Young Master’s murderous glare, realization struck.
Oh no, I’ve been set up!
This woman was using him as a shield against that creepy guy!
Lin Mei'er smiled sweetly. "You’re too late. These are my two new boyfriends. With them around, I have no interest in marriage!"
Wang Yuan stood there dumbfounded.
He was one of the boyfriends too!
Why didn’t she kiss him?!
The Poisonous Young Master suppressed his rage and forced a smile. "I see. So Miss Lin has a thing for pretty boys like these."
"Get lost. Before I really lose my temper," Lin Mei'er said flatly.
Her tone was calm, but the underlying threat was unmistakable.
An Yi frowned, growing more suspicious.
Just what kind of background does this woman have? Her killing intent is terrifying!
The Poisonous Young Master chuckled. "I came here to drink. Kicking out customers isn’t good for business, is it?"
"Drink?"
Lin Mei'er’s eyes turned even colder.
"Ten bottles of Blazing Whiskey!"
He snapped his fingers and added, "And make it quick!"
"O-of course!"
Lin Mei'er’s expression instantly brightened.
Some idiot wants to buy drinks? She’d never refuse!
She’d been worrying about how to make money lately.
Ever since cutting ties with the Underworld and keeping her hands clean, earning a living had become a real headache. Her spending habits far outpaced her income!
"If I finish all ten bottles, will you give me your contact info?" the Poisonous Young Master asked with a smirk. "Don’t get the wrong idea—I just want to place an order. Strictly business!"
"Sure—"
Lin Mei'er was about to agree when—
"Don’t give it to him!"
Wang Yuan suddenly spoke up.
Instantly, all eyes turned to him.
The Poisonous Young Master glared. "What’s your problem?"
"He’s drunk, ignore him," An Yi said, dragging Wang Yuan back with a forced smile.
These two sides are both scum—I was enjoying the show! Why’d you have to butt in?!
"N-no, don’t give it to him! That guy’s bad news!" Wang Yuan pleaded, his face flushed from alcohol.
Lin Mei'er sighed. "You two brats just ruined my business deal!"
The Poisonous Young Master studied Wang Yuan’s expression and frowned.
He wasn’t blind—it was obvious Wang Yuan had feelings for Lin Mei'er.
A love rival?
Damn, that's bold!
A toad marrying a frog—you're ugly but sure know how to play dirty!
The Poisonous Young Master's face darkened.
With a flick of his wrist, a dart shot straight toward Wang Yuan's forehead!
The distance was too close—even Lin Mei'er couldn't intercept such a sudden attack!
Though he was somewhat wary of Lin Mei'er, that didn’t mean he truly feared her.
The Five Poisons Sect wasn’t necessarily inferior to the Underworld!
Even if he killed this useless ordinary man right in front of her, Lin Mei'er wouldn’t dare turn against him over it.
This involved two top-tier factions!
Clang!
The dart's tail vibrated with a sharp hum.
An Yi, with both hands, effortlessly caught the Poisonous Young Master’s dart and grinned. "Sneak attacking out of nowhere—that’s not very sportsmanlike."
The Poisonous Young Master’s expression shifted.
He hadn’t noticed that the seemingly carefree drunk beside Wang Yuan was actually a skilled martial artist!
Catching his hidden weapon bare-handed at such close range—this guy’s strength was terrifying.
In the entire martial world, few could pull that off.
The Poisonous Young Master sneered, a short blade glinting on his fingertip—its edge shimmering with a sinister purple hue.
He was going to slaughter this bastard!
Clang!
A three-foot-long sword suddenly appeared, its cold gleam pressed against the neck of one of the twin girls.
An Yi, holding the other girl in a tight grip, snarled, "You dare attack me? Start planning her funeral!"
"Stop!" the Poisonous Young Master gritted out.
This bastard didn’t fight fair—he’d threatened his junior sister before he could even strike!
"Senior Brother, don’t mind me," the girl said calmly—before her composure shattered. "Senior Brother, save me!"
"You scum!"
The bastard wasn’t holding the sword to her neck—it was resting on her ample chest!
That razor-sharp blade could slice downward at any moment!
Losing her life was one thing.
But losing her chest? She’d rather die!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
