Who is the chosen one?
It’s Lin Chen, of course!
Evil Power Value is incredibly hard to obtain!
He only gets rewarded with 10 or 20 points when completing tasks.
Relying on these sporadic increments to grow stronger is nothing short of a pipe dream. A whole year has passed, and even now, he’s only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
However, he distinctly remembers that Lin Chen’s Destiny Value had already reached 99 points, but now it’s dropped back again!
What on earth happened to him?
...
Meanwhile.
By the artificial lake in the Jiangbei villa district.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the lawn, surrounded by swirling energy.
A white mist-like aura enveloped his figure, making him appear hazy.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
A glint of light flickered in his gaze, revealing a hint of joy.
He had broken through!
Today was the day!
After ten long years of accumulation, the spiritual energy within his body had finally surged past the barrier!
Hum!
The jade pendant in his pocket emitted a flickering emerald light.
Lin Chen’s lips curled into a smile.
His strength had now ascended to a whole new level!
The decade-long buildup had resulted in a massive rebound! From now on, his progress could be described as advancing a thousand miles a day.
Lin Chen could gradually feel himself growing stronger!
As long as his strength was solid, he could return to the organization and uncover the truth.
During the last mission, he was the only one left alive—his brothers, who had fought alongside him through life and death, had all perished.
At the time, overwhelmed by grief, he hadn’t scrutinized the details, but now, looking back, there were glaring inconsistencies!
Remembering the faces of his brothers in their final moments, Lin Chen’s eyes turned bloodshot, and a boiling aura of killing intent surged through him.
“Young man, what impressive energy!”
An elderly man in a white martial arts uniform, radiating vitality, approached with a smile and praised him.
Lin Chen glanced at the old man, slightly surprised.
The man appeared to be in his seventies, with graying hair, but his posture was upright, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
“You flatter me, senior,” Lin Chen replied humbly.
The old man’s energy was restrained, and his slender frame made him seem no different from an ordinary person.
But Lin Chen could tell at a glance that he wasn’t ordinary… after all, what normal person would stroll through a park at noon in the middle of summer?
Lin Chen’s combat style leaned more toward practical battlefield experience, and he still knew nothing about how to channel his spiritual energy for attacks.
If he could gain some guidance from this elder, it would be immensely beneficial!
“Young man, how about a little spar?”
The old man spoke with an air of calm, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of grace and ease.
Lin Chen’s expression turned serious, and he clasped his fists respectfully. “If that’s the case, senior, please enlighten me!”
“Good, good! Truly, the younger generation fears no challenge!”
The old man waved his hand and assumed a poised Tai Chi stance. “Young man, you go first!”
“Then I’ll make my move!”
With that, Lin Chen shot forward like lightning, throwing a punch.
The old man’s face suddenly changed!
A scream echoed!
The elderly man in the martial arts uniform was sent flying by Lin Chen’s punch, landing with a thud and rolling across the ground like a gourd, unable to get up.
Lin Chen: “???”
The old man’s cries attracted a crowd of onlookers.
“Oh my god, a young man just hit an old man!”
“In broad daylight, is there no law anymore?”
The surrounding crowd began to scold him.
Lin Chen glanced at the old man lying on the ground.
Suddenly, a word popped into his mind.
Scam!
“Old sir, you were the one who asked to spar!”
Lin Chen said with a dark expression.
He couldn’t believe that this seemingly dignified elder was trying to con him!
With the help of the onlookers, the old man sat up, clutching his chest, sweating profusely.
“Young man, that’s going too far. I’m seventy years old—what kind of sparring could I possibly do with a twenty-year-old like you?”
The crowd was equally outraged.
“Who would believe you were sparring? Why don’t you go pick a fight with kindergarten kids while you’re at it!”
“Young people these days have no manners, daring to hit an old man! You’ll be eating prison food soon!”
Lin Chen’s forehead was covered in black lines.
He had guessed wrong—this old man wasn’t some master with restrained energy.
He was just an ordinary man!
A plain, unremarkable old man who simply wanted to scam him for money!
“How much do you want?”
Lin Chen, tired of dealing with this mess, asked bluntly.
“Money? How dare you insult me like that!”
The old man, pretending to be outraged, pointed a trembling finger at Lin Chen. “Young man, you, you…”
With that, the old man’s head tilted to the side, and he fainted.
Lin Chen: “...”
...
In the living room of the rental apartment.
Having finished her steamed buns, Shen Muxuan curled up on the sofa like a kitten, hugging her knees, her bright eyes fixed intently on the TV.
An Yi’s gaze kept drifting downward, but upon noticing that Shen Muxuan was wearing white silk trousers under her dress, he lost interest.
Even the already dull TV show became even more boring.
Seeing Shen Muxuan’s focused expression, An Yi couldn’t help but wonder how this girl, who didn’t even know what a TV was, could get so engrossed in such a mindless romantic soap opera.
“An Yi, what does ‘husband’ mean?”
Shen Muxuan, thoroughly engrossed, turned to An Yi with a question.
An Yi felt his head starting to ache again.
He had thought this girl was just a little clueless, but it turned out she knew nothing about the world at all!
“Husband means me. From now on, you’ll call me husband, and you’re not allowed to call anyone else that, understand?”
“Oh, so will you call me wife?”
“I will.”
“But ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ seem to mean a married couple. My master said that kind of man is a scoundrel, and I should smash his head.”
“Yeah, your master is really something!”
An Yi yawned.
Her master didn’t teach her any common sense, just how to fend off perverts?
Now even a decent guy like him had no chance!
Buzz~
A ringtone sounded, and the phone vibrated on the coffee table.
Shen Muxuan put down the cushion and picked it up. “An Yi, your phone is ringing.”
“At this hour? They’re really dedicated. Just hang up if it’s a spam call.”
An Yi yawned and rubbed his eyes.
As an orphan, no one ever called him.
Shen Muxuan glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Aunt Zhou.”
“Hello? What’s up, Aunt Zhou? You’re not calling about rent this late, are you?”
An Yi took the phone, yawning as he spoke.
“Are you Zhou Chuanfang’s son?”
A hurried voice came from the other end.
An Yi frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Hello, this is Jiangbei City Hospital. Your mother is currently in the emergency room…”
Before the call could finish, An Yi’s face darkened, and he quickly grabbed his jacket.
Shen Muxuan hurriedly got up to follow him. “An Yi, wait for me!”
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!
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.
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
