Bai Xiu was gnawing on abalone, his eyes subtly fixed on Qingqing’s impressive chest across from him.
How to get the pendant?
As a young man raised under the red flag, outright snatching it felt a bit too much.
Then, stealing it it is!
“Hey, man, staring at a girl like that—isn’t it rude?”
Qingqing propped her delicate cheek with her hand, a mocking smile playing at the corner of her lips.
She knew perfectly well that Bai Xiu had been sneaking glances at her chest.
Bai Xiu cleared his throat lightly. “Pretty nice.”
“Is it?”
Qingqing smiled sweetly. “So, want to touch it and see how it feels?”
“Can I? Then I won’t hold back!”
Bai Xiu’s eyes lit up as he reached out.
“Mmm, not bad at all!”
“Especially this firm texture!”
Smack!
A sharp slap landed.
A small, red handprint blossomed on Bai Xiu’s cheek.
“You really went ahead and touched it! Men are all the same—no good!”
Qingqing snorted coldly and stood up.
Her gaze swept indifferently across the room as she said, “This place isn’t safe. If you want to keep your life, you’d better scram early.”
With that, Qingqing swayed her graceful waist and slowly walked away.
Date failed.
Bai Xiu sighed, tossing the black crystal pendant in his hand, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
But hey, not a total loss!
Honestly, having a girl agree to a date with him was already pretty miraculous.
This girl was actually quite attractive—what a pity.
Bai Xiu tucked away the black crystal pendant and yawned, heavy with sleep.
Mission accomplished; it’s time to get some rest.
Just as he was about to leave, Bai Xiu’s eyes flicked over—and he was stunned.
A breathtakingly beautiful girl was devouring lobster.
But that’s not the point!
The real shock was the guy holding her hand—none other than An Yi.
“An Yi, are you sure this is poisonous? Smells so good!”
Shen Muxuan stared eagerly at the “Phoenix in Flight” dish, swallowing hard.
An Yi raised his hand and swept the dish off the table. It crashed onto the floor, the sound of shattered plates ringing out.
Sizzle—
The food spilled across the spotless floor, which suddenly began to corrode, leaving blackened scorch marks.
Shen Muxuan’s pretty face turned pale.
So it really was poisonous!
Everyone was horrified, dropping their food in panic.
“What the hell? A 688-yuan buffet, and they’re poisoning the food?”
“Not eating anymore! I want an explanation!”
“Damn it, poisoning people! With this many people here, you’ll be bankrupt from the lawsuits!”
Shen Muxuan trembled as she looked at the piles of plates.
An Yi chuckled lightly. “Relax, the food itself is fine.”
“But An Yi, why would they—”
Shen Muxuan hesitated, unable to understand why someone would poison the food.
An Yi’s eyes sharpened. “It’s aimed at me.”
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Applause broke out.
“Not bad, not bad. No wonder you’re the Night Emperor. You really aren’t easy to deal with—spotting the poison at a glance.”
A young man in a chef’s uniform, strikingly handsome, slowly approached, smiling with sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on An Yi.
“Who are you?” An Yi asked coldly.
“The 58th on the Hidden Dragon List, the Blood Chef you just knocked off your spot—Wang Jietao.”
Wang Jietao stared coldly at An Yi.
As a lone cultivator, making it onto the Hidden Dragon Ranking was no small feat—his strength was undeniably impressive. He valued the prestige of the Hidden Dragon Ranking immensely.
So how could he possibly tolerate being easily overshadowed by a rookie?
Slash!
Wang Jietao drew a massive blade and slammed it into the ground. “I’m here for your tokens, Night Emperor. Be smart and hand over those two tokens, or don’t blame me for showing no mercy with my blade!”
Everyone in the buffet hall froze in shock at the scene.
“Oh my god, I just remembered—this guy’s the Blood Chef!”
“You mean the one who cooks human meat?”
Ahhh!!
At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal, but as soon as human meat cooking was mentioned, chaos erupted.
Everyone went into a frenzy, desperately scrambling to escape.
“Human meat cooking? The food you just served… it can’t be…”
Shen Muxuan’s face turned pale, almost sick to her stomach.
Wang Jietao waved dismissively. “That’s just a rumor. I’m the boss—I never even step foot in the kitchen. Besides, who would buy human meat? It’s disgusting and wouldn’t sell.”
An Yi:
Shen Muxuan glanced at An Yi and whispered, “Should we run for our lives?”
Run?
An Yi smirked arrogantly. “Hah, just some nobody ranked 58th! What right does he have to make me run?”
Interesting. This is getting lively. Looks like I’m not the only one targeting the Night Emperor!
At the entrance, another woman appeared, leaning against the doorframe, licking the corner of her lips with a seductive smile.
She had sun-kissed skin, curly hair, full lips, and a dangerously alluring figure—a sultry vibe radiated from her.
Hidden Dragon Ranking number 54: Shao Jiao! “Tsk tsk, Night Emperor, now there are two of us on the list. Let’s see where you can run to this time!” Wang Jietao grinned widely.
Wang Jietao had been feeling a bit overwhelmed, but with another challenger joining in, his courage surged.
Shen Muxuan’s expression shifted slightly as she looked at An Yi.
An Yi grinned contemptuously. “Hah, just some rank 54 nobody! What right does he have to make me run?”
Watching An Yi’s confident and powerful demeanor,
Shen Muxuan smiled.
This guy—poor, shameless, and brazen as he is—
He’s fearless and full of confidence!
She liked that kind of spirit, as if nothing in the world could ever bring him down.
Just looking at him gave a sense of security.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Someone was swinging on a rope outside, repeatedly smashing into the glass.
Crack!
Finally, the glass shattered!
The figure crashed through, blood streaming across his face.
Everyone in the hall stared in horror.
The man who had fallen to the ground wiped the blood from his face, staggered to his feet, and shook his dizzy head. Gritting his teeth, he glared coldly around the room and spat, “Fuck! Who’s the boss here? Who the hell bought this glass?!”
As a Hidden Dragon Ranking expert, he wasn’t supposed to make such a clumsy entrance!
It’s all this damn glass! Ruined my whole aura!
Hidden Dragon Ranking number 49: Spider Luo Xuan is here too! Good—Night Emperor, let’s see where you can run now.
The Blood Chef Wang Jietao looked at An Yi coldly.
Luo Xuan, face smeared with blood, ground his teeth and snapped, “Stop changing the subject! Who the hell is the boss? Who bought this glass!?”
"Don’t be afraid, let’s go together! There are only two of them! The three of us can definitely take him down!"
Wang Jietao shouted angrily, commanding, "Night Emperor, surrender now!"
"Who the hell bought the glass?!"
Facing the three opponents, Shen Muxuan wore a smug, carefree smile and arrogantly said, "Hah, just some guy ranked 49th—what right does he have to—"
Before she could finish, An Yi grabbed her hand and dashed toward the door.
"Shut up! Don’t you see there are three of them?" An Yi reacted quickly, shouting urgently.
Seeing An Yi pull Shen Muxuan without hesitation and start to flee, the three were momentarily stunned.
Then, they snapped back to their senses and prepared to give chase.
*Crack!*
Qingqing appeared at the elevator entrance, pulling out a dagger and slashing the elevator button to pieces.
She crossed her arms and sneered coldly, "Night Emperor, let’s see how you’re going to escape now!"
An Yi stopped in his tracks, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.
"Escape? Who said I’m running away?!"
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!
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
