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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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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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."
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!"
