I don’t really care, but you tried to kill my brother! That’s where you crossed the line!
An Yi coughed lightly and spoke with a stern tone.
Because this man had tried to kill Wang Yuan, sending him to the brink of death.
It forced his already low fate value to plummet further—now a pitiful ten points!
Xue Ming smiled as he looked at Wang Yuan: "My apologies, brother. That was our mistake. I owe you an apology."
Wang Yuan quickly waved his hands: "N-no, it’s fine."
He knew full well that these people were apologizing solely out of respect for An Yi.
Otherwise, he’d already be a ghost beneath their blades!
If he couldn’t afford to provoke them, he could at least avoid them!
After all, he’d grown accustomed to it over the past twenty years.
"Apologies? If apologies worked, what’d be the point of the mafia?"
An Yi said coldly.
"Brother An, this matter was my oversight. I sincerely apologize. Tonight’s expenses are on me—let’s consider this a misunderstanding cleared up and part as friends."
Xue Ming smirked, slapping a card onto the table: "There’s a million in here—consider it my compensation! We’ll take our leave now!"
With that, Xue Ming nodded at An Yi with a smile, but the moment he turned away, his expression turned icy as he strode out of the Monarch Bar.
"Senior brother, why—"
Once outside, Yuan Yuan fumed with anger.
Before she could finish, her flat-chested elder sister shot her a sharp glare: "That grinning punk isn’t as simple as he seems! The young master has his reasons."
The moment she locked eyes with An Yi, she had felt a tremor in her soul.
That guy was far more terrifying than he appeared!
The giant man holding a shattered hammer stared at the ruined weapon and rumbled, "Young master, if we don’t eliminate him now, he’ll be a disaster later!"
Xue Ming replied indifferently, "You’re right. So, the task of beating him to death is yours."
The giant man: "..."
"One day, I’ll personally chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
Yuan Yuan clutched her chest, her pretty face twisting with malice.
Her sister sneered, "Weren’t you the one who grabbed his hand first?"
"I—I—!"
Yuan Yuan trembled with rage.
Nearby, the Poison Prince watched with cold eyes.
That sensation—he’d yearned for it for years but never had the chance!
Yet that guy had scaled the "peaks" before him!
These stunning twin sisters were the granddaughters of the Five Poisons Sect’s elder. Even as the young sect master, he couldn’t just toy with them as he pleased!
"Senior brother, that old woman Lin Mei’er—"
The elder sister began to speak.
Xue Ming’s gaze turned frigid as he cut her off: "Rui Rui, if you call her ‘old woman’ again, don’t blame me for being harsh!"
Rui Rui lowered her head, pouting in frustration.
She had adored her senior brother for years, yet his heart belonged to a woman over a decade older than him!
"Let’s go. The Hongtian Secret Realm is about to open. Soon, sects from all over will gather. The Asura Sect—heh, I’m sure we’ll meet again soon."
Xue Ming flexed his jade-green hands, his eyes gleaming with madness.
"A million! These poison-obsessed folks are loaded!"
An Yi flicked the card.
In the Demon Fund, it had already doubled to two million.
The reason? Extortion allegations!
An Yi felt wronged but had to admit defeat.
"Little brother, didn’t you say your name was Lin Chen earlier?"
Lin Mei’er pinched An Yi’s cheeks, her smile sweet but her tone dark.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"
An Yi panicked slightly and asked, "May I ask who Lin Chen is—?"
"He’s my nephew! That kid—I watched him grow up! If you’ve messed with him, you’ll have me to answer to!"
Lin Mei’er clamped An Yi’s head under her fair, slender arm, threatening him.
"I—"
An Yi went weak all over.
Who would’ve thought this woman’s assets were so ample? Not inferior to that Yuan Yuan girl earlier.
Probably a D-cup, An Yi guessed, stealing a glance.
"F-cup!"
Lin Mei’er seemed to read his mind.
An Yi: "..."
He’d underestimated her.
Wang Yuan watched enviously, his face aching.
Why wasn’t she hugging him instead?!
"By the way, what are these people doing in Jiangbei City?"
An Yi pondered aloud.
Lin Mei’er gave him a strange look: "The illustrious Asura Sect’s leader, yet so out of touch?"
An Yi waved it off modestly: "I’ve been out of the loop for years. My subordinates handle the trivialities."
"The Hongtian Secret Realm is opening," Lin Mei’er explained.
"Hongtian Secret Realm?"
An Yi looked intrigued.
Lin Mei’er knew he was clueless, so she elaborated: "The Hongtian Secret Realm appears once every century. It’s another world—each time it emerges, it shakes the entire martial world!"
"Another world?"
An Yi seized the key detail.
After all, he himself had come from the Ancient Continent!
"What about the Hongtian Secret Realm—?"
An Yi wanted to ask more.
Lin Mei’er grinned: "Ask Lin Chen. That kid’s researched it for years, preparing for this very event. If you’re serious, go consult him."
"Consult Poker Face?"
An Yi scoffed.
He wasn’t shameless enough for that!
"In that case, sister, we’ll take our leave?"
An Yi hauled up Wang Yuan, who was still dazed from a single sip of wine.
Lin Mei’er smiled eerily: "Trying to skip out without paying?"
"You smashed the bottle earlier—shouldn’t that mean no charge?"
An Yi reasoned.
Lin Mei’er giggled, stroking his face: "You just got a million. Can’t even cover the drinks?"
An Yi declared solemnly: "I’m a principled man—justice before favors! Wang Yuan drank the wine, not me."
Wang Yuan gaped: "I—I only had one sip!"
"The true value of wine lies in the first sip—90% of its essence! Meaning that sip was worth nine thousand. Surely you knew that, little friend?"
Lin Mei’er leaned in, dead serious.
Wang Yuan: "I—I—"
Lin Mei’er cheerfully escorted them out of Monarch Bar.
As a parting gift, she handed them a bottle of Thunder Pepsi and a can of Snowflake Beer.
Late at night, the bar had quieted down.
The back door opened, and a stunning girl in a black bodysuit, her curves accentuated, strode in with a high ponytail swaying.
"Xue’er? What brings you here?" Lin Mei’er asked, eyeing the beauty.
"Hall Master Lin—"
Su Xue’er clasped her fists in greeting.
Lin Mei’er frowned, stopping her: "I left the Underworld long ago. Don’t call me that."
"Understood."
Su Xue’er nodded.
Lin Mei’er poured a drink, smiling: "It’s been years, sister. Don’t tell me you’re here for the Hongtian Secret Realm too?"
"Yes and no."
Su Xue’er pondered.
Lin Mei’er giggled teasingly: "Oh? Then it must be for little Chen!"
"I—I will defeat him one day!"
Su Xue’er took a sip, her flawless face flushing as a surge of powerful energy radiated from her.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
