Xue Ming was furious, absolutely livid!
When Xue Yuanyuan had contacted him earlier, saying she had seized the token, his heart had swelled with excitement.
But who would have thought that this airheaded junior sister would immediately hand the hard-won token over to An Yi?
The rage boiling in his chest twisted his face into something grotesque.
Standing beside Xue Ming, his twin sister Xue Ruirui sneered coldly, "Traitorous wretch! Look at what you've done!"
She was indeed furious!
Their clan had pledged allegiance to the Five Poisons Sect, and it was only through generations of their ancestors' blood and sacrifice that they had been granted the Xue surname.
Yet her own flesh and blood had betrayed the sect!
Xue Yuanyuan was on the verge of tears, protesting weakly, "Sis, it's not what you think!"
An Yi shouted loudly, "Don't worry, girl! Even if you're not a perfect ten, since you've chosen to follow me, I'll take care of you! I won't abandon you!"
"Shut up!" Xue Yuanyuan snapped, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration.
Lin Chen raised an eyebrow, considering pulling out his phone to record the scene, but hesitated and decided against it.
The atmosphere wasn’t right.
The moment the token of the Hongtian Secret Realm fell into An Yi’s hands, he became the target of everyone’s hostility.
Dozens of pairs of eyes, gleaming with greed, locked onto him.
An Yi said coolly, "Interesting. You all think you can bully the three of us?"
Xue Yuanyuan’s chest heaved with anger as she ground her teeth. "Who’s with you?!"
The gazes of the crowd turned dangerous.
They had been chasing this token all night, and now that it was in An Yi’s grasp, they weren’t about to let it go.
An Yi dangled the token, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
"Wasn’t interested in this thing before. But now I am!"
"Hand it over if you know what’s good for you!" Old Mo drew a blade from his waist.
It was made of wood!
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han flicked open his folding fan, adopting an offensive stance.
Wild Goose Spear Bai Ye said lazily, "Surrender it, and I’ll spare your life."
Xue Ming, the young master of the Five Poisons Sect, remained silent, his expression dark.
Unlike the others, he knew An Yi’s true strength.
It was better to wait and let others fight first—then reap the rewards.
An Yi chuckled. "It’s just a token. Don’t tell me none of you have one already?"
His words made Xue Ming and the others stiffen.
Among the four of them—Xue Ming, Bai Ye, and Xiao Han—all possessed tokens. Only Old Mo, the penniless fool, didn’t.
The atmosphere grew tense and unpredictable.
An Yi wasn’t the only one with a token, but the others weren’t easy targets either.
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han smirked wickedly. "So what if we do? We still want yours!"
Shing!
A longsword materialized in An Yi’s hand.
He slashed out in one fluid motion!
A flash of sword light!
The martial artists stared in shock as, behind them, a building marked for demolition was cleanly split in half by the strike.
"Was that… sword energy?"
An Yi smirked coldly. "If you still want to fight, come at me."
Pink Gentleman Xiao Han froze, touching the shallow cut on his cheek from the air blade. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
He’s strong!
That single move cowed the restless crowd.
In terms of strength, this kid was no weaker than the others. If everyone had tokens, why pick the toughest fight?
None of them were pushovers.
An Yi said indifferently, "If no one’s coming, then I’ll be taking this token."
Seeing the hesitation in the crowd, An Yi grinned arrogantly. "Old Lin, Yuanyuan, let’s go!"
"Who’s going with you?!" Xue Yuanyuan fumed.
"An Yi! Where do you think you’re going?!"
From the alley behind them, a muscular young man wrapped in white bandages emerged, dragging a massive blade behind him. He advanced step by step.
"The freak from the Yin-Yang Sect?" Xue Ming muttered under his breath, frowning.
The newcomer was none other than Xiao Yike, the Yin-Yang Demon Prodigy!
His bloodshot eyes locked onto An Yi, his breath coming in ragged, angry bursts.
"I’ve never met someone as shameless as you! Going on and on about how you ‘weren’t interested,’ then swiping my token!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the crowd’s gazes turned hostile again.
This kid had two tokens?!
Damn it!
An Yi clenched his fists, his eyebrow twitching.
One token was manageable—his strength could keep the crowd in check.
But two? That doubled their greed.
This was trouble.
Whoosh!
The martial artists closed in, surrounding An Yi, Lin Chen, and Xue Yuanyuan.
Xue Yuanyuan paled, looking desperately toward Xue Ming.
But Xue Ming ignored her, his eyes cold as he watched the spectacle unfold.
"An Yi, you—"
Xiao Yike took two steps forward, his massive blade raised.
Then, suddenly, the redness in his eyes faded. His bulging muscles shrank, his frame becoming leaner, his entire demeanor shifting.
"Boss! I’ll protect you!"
Xiao Yike brandished a short blade, positioning himself in front of An Yi as he glared at the encircling martial artists. "You’ll have to get through me first!"
"Go to hell!" An Yi kicked him away, sending him face-first into the dirt.
"Two-faced bastard!"
He hated people like that the most.
"Just remember to give me one of the tokens," Lin Chen said calmly, gripping his Lieyun Staff in a battle-ready stance.
An Yi chuckled. "No problem."
Old Mo struck first.
His body blurred into a shadow as his wooden blade slashed toward An Yi.
Clang!
Xiao Yike parried with his short blade, stepping forward to block the attack. "An Yi is my boss! You’re not touching him!"
Old Mo sneered. "Since when did you become his dog?"
Then, Xiao Yike’s eyes turned bloodshot again as he roared, "Yeah! When the hell did I become his dog?! Why am I protecting him?!"
Old Mo: "..."
This guy’s insane. Let’s take him out first.
Clang!
Old Mo’s lightning-fast slash was intercepted by a massive blade.
Xiao Yike, eyes crimson, snarled, "You dare attack me?! You’ve got a death wish!"
Old Mo’s attack seemed to be the signal—the martial artists surged forward.
Lin Chen raised a hand, and an invisible barrier of air held them back.
"What the—?! Why can’t we move?!"
"What kind of trick is this?!"
The martial artists felt an immense weight pressing down on them, as if something was crushing them from above.
An Yi’s lips twitched as he watched.
Same air manipulation technique, but why does he make it look so flashy?
Bang!
A gunshot rang out in the darkness!
A bullet struck true, blowing apart a martial artist’s skull.
The crowd froze in shock.
Bang!
Another shot.
A second martial artist dropped dead, his head obliterated.
Lin Chen’s brow furrowed as he glanced into the distance.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
