Bang!
Like sunlight piercing through the night!
A gunshot echoed through the bustling night market!
Holy crap! Did someone just get shot?
Damn, what are you going to do?
See if I can loot some gear!
After the gunshot, chaos erupted across the night market.
Su Xue'er narrowed her eyes, peering through her scope before sighing and deciding to put on her glasses.
She always felt like those glasses ruined her vibe.
The gunshot sent the entire night market into a frenzy, people scrambling like sardines in a packed tin.
Su Xue'er gripped her dagger and slipped quietly into the crowd.
Chaos was her opportunity.
Only in disorder could she strike.
Meanwhile.
Xue Ming, the young master of the Five Poisons Sect, stared at the device in his hand and muttered, "Search carefully. The token to the Hongtian Secret Realm appeared here."
"Yes!"
Yuan Yuan nodded, then asked seriously, "Could it be on An Yi? Should we take him out first?"
"Possible, but don’t alert him."
Xue Ming frowned, watching the panicked crowd before gritting his teeth. "Who the hell fired that shot? Everything’s ruined!"
By now, the night market was in complete disarray, people running in every direction.
Lin Chen wasted no time shoving Qin Yao into the car. "It's dangerous here. Go home!"
"The Hongtian Secret Realm token is here."
Qin Yao blinked playfully, speaking with confidence.
Lin Chen’s brow furrowed.
The Hongtian Secret Realm—a place capable of stirring a bloody storm in the martial world.
It appeared once every hundred years, yet not everyone had the chance to enter.
But breaking into the Hongtian Secret Realm was no easy feat. The powerful spatial barriers could crush even a Transcendent Realm martial artist into dust.
Only a rare substance called Black Crystal could help warriors withstand the spatial barriers, allowing safe passage into the realm.
Over thousands of years, the remaining Black Crystals had been forged into tokens.
One hundred and eight tokens—no more existed in the world.
Without one, even dreaming of entering was futile.
Hearing that a Hongtian Secret Realm token was here, Lin Chen couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure?"
He had searched for two years without a single lead.
Qin Yao smirked. "Of course! Why else would I drag you here? So, how are you gonna thank me?"
The Qin family’s public face was business, but their true power lay in their terrifying intelligence network.
Making money? Just a side gig.
Lin Chen said seriously, "I’ll cook you something good when we get back."
Qin Yao pouted. "How about this—I go find An Yi, and you don’t tell my dad. Deal?"
"No. That guy’s scum."
Lin Chen stated firmly.
Qin Yao huffed. "You always badmouth An Yi, poisoning my ears with your lies. Well, I don’t believe your slander anymore!"
"Believe what you want. Stay in the car!"
With that, Lin Chen unceremoniously shoved her back inside.
"Can’t you let me watch? All the major sects are gathering tonight—it’s gonna be wild!"
Qin Yao protested excitedly.
Lin Chen’s expression darkened. "Little Fu, take the young mistress home. Don’t let her out without my permission."
"Got it, Brother Chen!"
Little Fu revved the engine, the Tesla roaring to life as it prepared to leave.
Qin Yao quickly tossed Lin Chen an earpiece. "Wear this."
Lin Chen put it on, puzzled.
Qin Yao grinned. "I’ll feed you coordinates. Just follow them. And be careful—the Underworld Sect, the Five Poisons Sect—"
Before she could finish, Little Fu sped off.
Lin Chen gripped his Cloud-Splitting Staff, scanning the chaotic night market.
Finding the Hongtian Secret Realm token in this mess was like searching for a needle in a haystack.
"Hey hey, poker face, you hear me?"
Qin Yao’s voice crackled through the earpiece.
Lin Chen nodded. "Loud and clear."
"Good. Now listen up! The location is—"
In a shadowy alley.
Whoosh!
A combat knife slashed through the air, cutting down a black-clad man.
The man collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.
Bodies littered the ground, the stench of blood thick in the air.
An Yi held his dagger, coldly staring into the darkness. "Skulking around like rats. Come out, or your men won’t be the only ones dying tonight."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A pale-faced young man stepped out from the shadows.
A chilling aura spread, as if freezing the very air.
His features were delicate, but his pallor carried an eerie, deathly stillness.
"Sorry, these men weren’t sent by me. They were already here when I noticed."
The young man scratched his head, almost sheepishly.
An Yi frowned. This guy was… off.
"Impressive. As expected of the Night Emperor. Even the Yin-Yang Sect’s assassins are no match for you."
The young man smiled. "Hello, I’m Xiao Yike. Same sect as the men who tried to kill you."
An Yi scowled. "Never heard of you."
"You… don’t know me?"
Xiao Yike seemed genuinely surprised.
An Yi rolled his eyes. "The hell? Why should I?"
Xiao Yike’s demeanor shifted, a bloodthirsty aura rising around him. "Someone asked me to test you. My apologies."
In an instant, a blade shot from his sleeve, slashing toward An Yi.
An Yi barely spared him a glance, casually deflecting with an air slash.
Xiao Yike, noticing An Yi’s dismissiveness, frowned. "Don’t underestimate me. Fight me seriously, or you’ll die!"
His blade gleamed crimson.
One slash—An Yi’s air blade split apart, dissipating into nothing.
Then, a primal warning flared in Xiao Yike’s instincts.
He barely had time to react before An Yi appeared behind him.
"No clue what you’re after… but die."
Shink!
The dagger descended without mercy.
Clang!
A bloody blade intercepted at the last moment.
Xiao Yike had spun around, countering with inhuman speed.
No backstab bonus—150% damage gone.
An Yi sighed internally. Oh well. Against a minor threat like this, it didn’t matter.
Clang!
Another lightning-fast strike, angled lethally—yet Xiao Yike’s crimson shortsword blocked it effortlessly.
Xiao Yike’s lips twisted into a grotesque grin. "I said… don’t hold back!"
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
This guy had completely changed. His movements, his presence—even his aura boiled with violence.
Behavioral habits don’t shift so easily…
Ah.
Dual souls.
A rare pain in the ass.
"Heheh… Night Emperor! Let’s see what makes you worthy of standing beside the Yin-Yang Demon Prodigy!"
Xiao Yike advanced, his once-shy demeanor replaced by something monstrous. "Last warning. Fight me with everything you’ve got… or you die here."
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!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.
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.”
