"Bastard, get that sword away from me!"
The kidnapped twin girl shouted with a fierce expression, her pretty face pale and bloodless as she stared at the blade resting against her chest.
"I've never seen someone so despicable and perverted!"
"Don't move. My blade is sharp. If my hand slips, I might accidentally cut you. And then, well... your future children won’t have any motherly love."
An Yi pressed the sword down slightly, issuing a warning.
The girl gritted her teeth but didn’t dare scream.
Looking at the trembling blade, she could already imagine the scene—blood spraying everywhere if it came down!
A shiver ran down her spine.
"You beast!"
"As long as you behave, I won’t cut you."
An Yi grinned and pressed the sword down again.
The girl:
"Let Yuan Yuan go!"
The other twin sister clenched her teeth in fury.
"Yuan Yuan?"
An Yi glanced downward. Indeed, the name fit—plump and perfectly round!
Lin Mei'er watched An Yi with amusement.
This brat’s moves were always so unpredictable.
An Yi frowned at the other twin’s flat chest and remarked, "You two share the same mother, but you got the short end of the stick, huh?"
"You bastard!"
The other twin sister flushed with rage and raised her sword to strike!
Ahem!
An Yi cleared his throat and tapped the blade against Yuan Yuan’s body, making it sway slightly as a warning.
"Sis, don’t—!"
Yuan Yuan, still held hostage, was on the verge of tears.
Poisonous Young Master Xue Ming observed An Yi and said leisurely, "Since you seem so fond of Yuan Yuan, why don’t we settle this peacefully? We could arrange her marriage to you."
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? You were just trying to kill my brother, and now you’re offering me this big-chested girl as a peace offering?"
Xue Ming’s eyes darkened as he glared at An Yi.
An Yi met his gaze, a confident smirk playing on his lips.
The tension in the room thickened.
Then—a delicate hand quietly took An Yi’s and pressed it against something soft.
In an instant, his mind went blank.
A dirty trick!
How could she—this sensation—
"Ah!"
An Yi let out a sharp cry.
Yuan Yuan, seizing the moment of his distraction, stomped hard on his foot and twisted free, delivering a swift chop to his wrist!
An Yi flicked his hand, sending a gust of wind that sent Yuan Yuan flying back.
At that exact moment—
Xue Ming’s eyes turned icy as he seized the opportunity to strike!
A hidden dagger shot from his sleeve, aiming for An Yi’s neck.
An Yi barely spared him a glance before a combat knife materialized in his hand, blocking the attack effortlessly.
Then, his sword transformed into a vicious arc of light, slashing toward Xue Ming’s face.
The blade suddenly erupted with a two-meter-long sword aura!
"Young Master, watch out!"
A giant man wielding a massive hammer roared, anticipating An Yi’s move.
The hammer swung down toward An Yi’s skull.
An Yi hesitated—if he continued his attack, he’d be struck by the hammer in the next instant.
"Fine. Scram!"
His expression turned cold as the sword shrank back to its original length and shot toward the hammer-wielder like a streak of light.
Whoosh!
The blade pierced straight through the hammer.
The giant man barely dodged in time, tilting his head just enough to avoid being skewered.
The demonic sword, Dragon Fang, missed by a hair’s breadth—embedding itself deep into the bar’s wall!
The giant man’s face drained of color, his back drenched in cold sweat.
Had he hesitated even slightly, that would’ve been his head!
The entire room was stunned by An Yi’s ruthless display.
Wang Yuan stared blankly.
Only now did he realize—he and An Yi were from completely different worlds.
Lin Mei'er’s phoenix eyes flashed with anger. "My bar! If you want to fight, take it outside!"
Xue Ming retreated, studying An Yi thoughtfully.
Among the younger generation, few could match this level of skill—those who could were rare.
And most of them, he knew.
A name surfaced in his mind.
Yuan Yuan sobbed in her sister’s flat-chested embrace.
The sister’s gaze was frosty as she raised her sword. "You’ve insulted my sister one too many times. I’ll kill you!"
"Kill me? Not so easy."
An Yi smirked.
"This girl—small chest, big mouth!"
He snapped his fingers.
Clink!
Dragon Fang returned to his hand in a flash of light.
The move stunned the crowd again.
It wasn’t particularly difficult—just a basic Qi manipulation technique—but the effect was undeniably cool.
"Lucky for you."
An Yi flicked his wrist, and the sword vanished.
Xue Ming’s eyes locked onto the black ring that had appeared on An Yi’s finger, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.
He seemed to have figured something out.
That reaction, that power, the sword appearing and disappearing at will...
"Poisonous Young Master" Xue Ming spoke slowly, "If I’m not mistaken, you’re the recently infamous ‘Night Emperor,’ aren’t you?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Seriously? You recognized me? Am I that famous?"
"Night Emperor An Yi?"
Lin Mei'er’s interest deepened.
So this brat had ties to her stoic nephew, Lin Chen?
She’d heard rumors about An Yi and Lin Chen’s exploits.
A few months ago, they’d joined forces against the Heaven Organization, defeating assassins like Butcher.
Days ago, they led a group of young martial artists to destroy a Joyful Sect outpost, rescue a holy maiden, and slaughter a group of demonic cultivators from the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
They’d made quite a name for themselves in the martial world.
But why was he shamelessly using Lin Chen’s name?
Since he’d been exposed, An Yi didn’t bother hiding it.
"You know me?"
"I am Poisonous Young Master, Xue Ming."
Xue Ming spoke calmly.
At just thirty, he was already a notorious figure in the martial world.
Any knowledgeable martial artist would tremble at his name.
Unfortunately, An Yi wasn’t one of them.
"Night Emperor An Yi, leading the Asura Gate to annihilate the Joyful Sect and battle the Hundred Ghosts—your deeds have spread far in the martial world. How could I not recognize you?"
Xue Ming smiled politely, though his ghastly face made it look eerie.
An Yi alone wasn’t much of a threat.
But the fact that he commanded so many talented fighters suggested a formidable backing.
The Asura Gate, a newly emerged faction, had already drawn the attention of major sects.
The Five Poisons Sect was powerful, but even they didn’t want to provoke this rising force.
"You’ve admired me for a long time? So I’m your idol, huh?"
An Yi grinned.
"Tell me, what exactly do you admire about me?"
Xue Ming:
This guy… really had no shame.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
