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The late-night market had long emptied out.

Xue Yuanyuan wandered alone through the streets, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears.

She had risked her life to snatch the token under gunfire and fled through a crowd of martial artists—all for the sake of the Five Poisons Sect!

Why couldn’t her senior brother just believe her?

Overwhelmed by bitterness, Xue Yuanyuan crouched on the deserted street, hugging her knees as she sobbed quietly.

Like a discarded toy.

Screech!

A taxi pulled to a stop right in front of her.

"Where to, miss?"

Sniffling, Xue Yuanyuan wiped her tears. "I didn’t call a taxi!"

Wait—the voice sounded familiar.

She quickly looked up.

That mischievous yet undeniably handsome face could belong to none other than An Yi.

Wiping her tears again, she asked, "What do you want?"

"Just came to say thanks. Didn’t expect you’d actually hand the token to me in the end."

An Yi grinned and winked.

Before, he hadn’t understood why this busty girl would give the token to him instead of Xue Ming, the Poison Prince.

Now, it all made sense.

The power of love could make people reckless.

Clearly, his irresistible charm had conquered this voluptuous beauty, giving her the courage to betray her sect for him!

The thought filled An Yi with a mix of pride and sentimentality.

In terms of looks, Xue Yuanyuan was exceptional—even if she didn’t quite reach Shen Muxuan or Shangguan Qianqian’s nine-out-of-ten standard, she’d easily score an 8.7 or 8.8.

But her most outstanding feature?

Her impressive assets.

After thorough manual and visual inspection, An Yi estimated they rivaled Lin Mei'er’s! That alone bumped her score up by 0.3 in his book.

And she was even younger than him—barely eighteen, her delicate face still carrying a hint of youthful innocence.

Truly, greatness came in well-endowed packages!

"Join me," An Yi declared after a moment’s consideration. "The Asura Sect still has two vacant elder positions. One’s yours if you want it."

This girl had defied her ancestors for him and was now isolated by her own people. He couldn’t just leave her out in the cold.

Nearby, Lin Chen raised an eyebrow.

Was this guy still playing pretend?

Did he actually think he was the Asura Sect’s leader or something?

Xue Yuanyuan’s face flushed with anger.

This bastard, who’d groped her chest, had gotten her exiled from her sect with nowhere to go.

And now he had the nerve to mock her to her face!

Click.

The sound of a rifle being cocked came from the taxi, its barrel now trained on Xue Yuanyuan.

Her face paled, her delicate frame trembling. "Y-you’ll shoot me if I refuse?"

"I recognize you," Su Mei'er narrowed her eyes. "You’re the girl who stole my token."

Though she avoided wearing glasses around Lin Chen to maintain her image (leaving her vision blurry beyond a meter), certain physical traits had given Xue Yuanyuan away.

An Yi pushed the gun down, playing peacemaker with a chuckle. "No need for violence. We’re all friends here. You can’t just pull a gun on someone. Whether she joins the Asura Sect is Yuanyuan’s choice—no coercion."

Tears welled up in Xue Yuanyuan’s eyes.

This was a blatant threat!

"T-then… I’ll think about it," she replied meekly.

An Yi winked. "We’ll be waiting."

With that, he drove off in the taxi, tires screeching.

As he adjusted the GPS with one hand, An Yi sighed dramatically.

Such devastating charm—how had he, of all people, inspired such blind devotion in a young beauty?

Being handsome really wasn't his fault.

Watching the departing taxi, Xue Yuanyuan felt more unlucky than ever.

Not only had she been kicked out of the Five Poisons Sect, but she’d also caught the attention of the lustful leader of the Asura Sect.

Aimlessly wandering, Xue Yuanyuan stared blankly at the night sky.

The Five Poisons Sect was out of the question for now, and there was no way she could turn to An Yi.

And she absolutely, under no circumstances, could associate with that hoodlum named An Yi!

Otherwise, the label of "traitor" would be permanently stamped on her—impossible to shake off!

So, where should she go next?

Xue Yuanyuan looked up and saw a recruitment ad on the shopping mall.

[Yilan Media—Welcome to Join Us!]

The ad’s spokesperson was none other than her favorite actress, Shangguan Qianqian!

Mesmerized by Shangguan Qianqian’s dazzling beauty on the big screen, Xue Yuanyuan froze.

She’d always dreamed of being a star—why not give it a try?

A green taxi sped down the road like a streak of light, far exceeding the speed limit.

"How much do you know about the Hongtian Secret Realm?" An Yi asked Lin Chen curiously from the driver’s seat.

Lin Chen replied, "I’ll send you an app—check it out yourself."

Still gripping the steering wheel, An Yi opened his phone.

Seeing the app Lin Chen sent, called "Martial Alliance," he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"Martial artists are this tech-savvy now?"

The Martial Alliance app had several sections:

Latest News, Hall of Fame, Great Xia Rankings, Martial Arts Tutorials, Sect Introductions…

Curious, An Yi tapped around. To his surprise, the martial arts tutorials were paywalled.

Techniques like "Triple Ring Kick" and "Power Fist" cost 100 yuan to unlock.

The craziest part? The download count had already surpassed 10,000!

That meant a million yuan—talk about easy money.

"Martial artists need income too," Lin Chen explained simply.

Take him, for example—working as a bodyguard for 100 million a year. Countless martial artists would kill for that.

"Old Lin, looks like we made the news," An Yi said with a smirk, scrolling through the updates.

In the Latest News section, a trending post was marked with a red "HOT" tag:

[Asura Sect Leader An Yi Slays Pink Gentleman, Seizes Two Secret Realm Tokens, Climbs to No. 57 on the Rising Dragon Rankings!]

An Yi skimmed the article.

It basically summarized tonight’s events.

"Damn, they work fast. News is already out?"

Lin Chen frowned as he read further.

The article actually claimed he was this punk’s subordinate?!

"Did the editor get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

An Yi scrolled through the Rising Dragon Rankings, grinning. "Yep, moved up. I’m 57 now—you’re at 76."

Su Xue'er’s eyes sparkled with admiration. "Lin Chen, you… you’re amazing."

The Rising Dragon Rankings were where the top prodigies competed!

She thought she’d finally caught up to Lin Chen after all these years.

Yet here he was, already strong enough to make the list.

"Not interested," Lin Chen said coldly.

"The Rising Dragon Rankings are just gossip fodder. A bunch of mediocre martial artists love hyping it up—way too inflated.

If you want real rankings, look at the Great Xia Heavenly Rankings.

That’s where the true elites of Great Xia prove themselves."

Bottom line? Until his rank surpassed An Yi’s, he refused to acknowledge this so-called Rising Dragon list.

An Yi kept scrolling, then suddenly raised an eyebrow. "What the hell? How is that glasses guy ranked so high?"

"Glasses guy?"

After hearing this, Lin Chen opened the Hidden Dragon Rankings.

Sure enough, on the list,

the name of the Strategist, Chen Bing, was ranked ninth!!

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