"Boss, I'll take my leave first!" Xiao Yike said with a serious expression, turning to leave.
An Yi watched his sturdy back with sharp eyes and suddenly reached out, saying, "Wait a damn minute!"
Xiao Yike's expression changed slightly, his body trembling as he turned back. "B-Boss, is there anything else?"
This bastard had even killed the Pink Prince—how could he still act as arrogantly as when he had wanted to sacrifice An Yi to the heavens?
An Yi studied his newly acquired subordinate.
He had no idea what the Yin-Yang Sect was, but since this guy was the young master of the sect—a privileged second-generation—he must have some good stuff stashed away, right?
An Yi rubbed his fingers together and grinned. "Did you forget something?"
"Oh, you mean my two concubines?" Xiao Yike suddenly realized.
An Yi's eyebrows shot up, and he quickly corrected, "That's not what I meant—I mean, well, how do I put this… those two twenty-year-old model concubines of yours—"
Xiao Yike patted his chest proudly. "They practice yoga—they can do any position, and they're in great shape."
"Really?"
An Yi's eyes lit up.
Ahem!
Lin Chen cleared his throat with a dark expression.
He really should let Yaoyao see for herself the true colors of this old pervert.
Realizing his slip, An Yi quickly composed himself and said sternly, "Why are you telling me this?"
The bloodlust in Xiao Yike's eyes faded, returning to his usual delicate, pale appearance.
He scratched his head sheepishly. "Boss, then what did you mean?"
"Nothing. Just reminding you to be careful on your way back."
An Yi suddenly lost interest.
Oh well, there was plenty of time. Since this guy was now his subordinate, squeezing him dry could wait.
Hearing An Yi's "concern," Xiao Yike was so moved that tears rolled down his cheeks. His shoulders shook as he choked out, "Boss, I—I damn it!"
"Get lost already!"
After kicking Xiao Yike out, An Yi yawned and turned to Lin Chen. "Where's your car?"
Lin Chen gave him a cool glance. "A guy worth hundreds of millions still wants to freeload off my ride?"
"I just haven’t had time to buy one!"
Suddenly, a mischievous grin spread across An Yi's face. "Old Lin, there’s a really pretty girl pointing a gun at your head right now."
Lin Chen’s expression shifted slightly as he slowly turned around.
Sure enough, the barrel of a gun was pointed right at his face.
"Hand over your token!"
The girl holding the gun was none other than Su Xue'er!
"You want to kill me?" Lin Chen asked skeptically.
Su Xue'er:
She slowly pulled out a pair of glasses from her pocket, put them on, and after recognizing Lin Chen, immediately lowered the gun. "Sorry, wrong person."
Then, she swung the gun toward An Yi’s face. "Night Emperor, hand over the tokens! I know you have two!"
An Yi’s smug grin froze.
"Damn it, what the hell?!"
An Yi gave Lin Chen a weird look. "Did you send this glasses-wearing girl?"
Hearing the term "glasses-wearing girl," Su Xue'er paled and glanced at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen pushed the sniper rifle’s barrel down and said, "Lower it. We still need him."
"Why protect him? He has two tokens! One bullet, and we hit the jackpot!" Su Xue'er protested stubbornly.
Lin Chen’s voice turned icy. "Listen to me!"
Su Xue'er huffed in dissatisfaction but reluctantly lowered the rifle.
"Like hell you two aren’t in cahoots!"
A vein throbbed on An Yi’s forehead as he said flatly, "What’s your relationship with this glasses-wearing girl?"
Hearing the term again, Su Xue'er’s face turned ghostly pale. "I—I don’t usually wear glasses…"
She vividly remembered how, as a child, Lin Chen had called her "dorky" and "clueless" when she wore glasses.
So, despite being severely nearsighted, she had made it a habit not to wear them—especially in front of Lin Chen.
Lin Chen said indifferently, "She’s my admirer."
Su Xue'er’s face flushed red—whether from embarrassment or anger—as she swung the rifle butt at Lin Chen’s head.
"Who’s your admirer, you block of ice? Narcissist!"
"Do you know how much it hurts to get hit with a rifle butt?"
"Don’t care if it hurts—serves you right for running your mouth!"
An Yi watched with dead-fish eyes, ignoring what looked like flirting between Lin Chen and Su Xue'er. He raised his hand on the roadside.
"Taxi!"
"Hey, you’re in luck tonight—I know this area like the back of my hand—"
The taxi driver’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw An Yi in the passenger seat. After staring for a few seconds, he shouted, "It’s you! The car thief from a few months ago!"
An Yi glanced at the driver, finding him vaguely familiar, and then it hit him. He snapped, "Hold on—isn’t this my car?!"
He clearly remembered.
Back then, he had driven this very car to chase down some criminals and wipe out their hideout!
Too bad it had ended up at the police station.
And now, by sheer coincidence, they’d crossed paths again!
"The hell it’s your car! Get out!"
The young taxi driver was furious, determined to stand up to this bully.
Thud!
With a powerful kick, a figure was sent flying out of the taxi.
"You—you bastard! I’m calling the cops!"
The driver trembled with rage as he watched the taxi speed away.
Plop!
A thick wad of red bills landed on the ground.
"I’m taking the car!"
An Yi’s voice echoed from the distance.
The driver was stunned—this was the first time he’d seen cash thrown in stacks. Must be at least 200 grand!
"Take care, sir! Don’t worry about the paperwork—I’ve got connections!"
The young driver shouted excitedly, waving enthusiastically.
An Yi sat in the driver’s seat, smugly patting the steering wheel.
Finally had a car again—nothing beat the comfort of your own ride.
"You spent 200k on a used taxi?" Lin Chen asked incredulously.
"Just 200k—pocket change. Now that I’m a boss, a hundred million is just a small goal!"
An Yi gripped the wheel, grinning like a nouveau riche. "Honestly, what’s the point of money? What’s the point of wealth? I’ve never cared about money—I have no interest in it."
Lin Chen side-eyed An Yi’s obnoxious display, his face cold.
Su Xue'er pulled out a grappling hook from her waist, silently asking if they should just kill this rich jerk.
Lin Chen shook his head slightly, stopping her.
Ever since learning from Lan Ruoxi that he could sell a bottle of mud-water for a million, An Yi had realized the terrifying extent of his wealth.
200k? Chump change.
He didn’t even care about the taxi—he just bought it for fun!
"Money doesn’t bring me happiness. The happiest time of my life was when I earned 300 bucks a month playing streetball. Back then, all I wanted was to treat a big-eating girl to an all-you-can-eat buffet."
An Yi drove while spouting nonsense, saliva flying. "But now? People call me a billionaire, but I think this ‘billion’ isn’t about wealth—it’s a burden. My biggest regret? Creating this—"
He continued spewing outrageous statements.
Just then, his eyes caught sight of a well-endowed girl crying by the roadside.
Glancing at the GPS, he realized he’d been so busy bragging that he’d forgotten to check the map.
He’d been circling the night market this whole time!
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.
