Who is Shen Muxuan?
The man shook his head, gazing at the woman across from him as he swallowed hard.
Despite his undergraduate education, he couldn’t summon enough adjectives to describe the beauty of this woman dressed in ancient attire.
Graceful as a delicate flower reflecting on water, her movements like a willow swaying in the breeze.
Her features were exquisite, her phoenix eyes shimmering with a warmth that accentuated her gentle elegance.
A wide, pearl-white silk ribbon tied up her long, flowing black hair, exuding an ethereal aura—as if an immortal had descended into the mortal world.
The woman sighed faintly and spoke softly, "Thank you."
The man looked at her, gritted his teeth, and mustered his courage. "Could you... could you leave me your—"
"Leave what?"
The stunning woman turned her head, fixing him with a cool gaze. "Don’t speak nonsense, or I’ll smash your head in!"
With that, she glided away like a lotus in motion.
The man watched her retreating figure, swallowing hard again.
Though she moved at a leisurely pace, she vanished from the street in the blink of an eye.
The man stared dazedly at the spot where the peerless beauty had disappeared.
He knew—his heart would never hold space for another.
A taxi sped through the streets.
Behind it, dozens of black SUVs gave chase relentlessly.
"An Yi, there are so many cars behind us!" Shen Muxuan said, her delicate face pale as she checked the rearview mirror.
An Yi replied calmly, "Stay composed. It’s fine."
They had barely left the Hilton Hotel when they were tailed.
The SUVs were now maneuvering to box them in.
An Yi floored the accelerator, the taxi transforming into a streak of light as it weaved through traffic.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A burst of gunfire rang out, bullets whizzing past!
An Yi’s brow furrowed.
"This is getting tricky. They’ve got guns."
Shen Muxuan clenched her teeth. "Should we call the Law Enforcement Bureau?"
An Yi shook his head.
No use. Conflicts of this level—involving martial artists—were beyond the Law Enforcement Bureau’s jurisdiction.
Rumor had it that the Bureau had a specialized division for high-level martial artists, but it was based in the capital.
By the time reinforcements arrived, it’d be far too late.
Even if Yan Zhi came, she wouldn’t be much help—and might just end up dragged into the mess.
Bang! Bang!
Two more gunshots echoed, striking the trunk and leaving bullet holes.
An Yi pushed his driving skills to the limit, but no amount of speed could outrun bullets.
Whoosh!
Another bullet pierced through the rear window, embedding itself in the interior with a violent thud.
Shen Muxuan paled, her worried eyes turning to An Yi.
His expression was icy.
This taxi wouldn’t hold up much longer—and with Shen Muxuan inside, his options were limited.
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here. You’ll be fine," An Yi reassured her with a smile.
Shen Muxuan nodded, forcing a sweet smile. "Mhm."
She glanced back at the pursuing SUVs, her eyes shimmering with an icy blue hue.
The taxi swerved erratically down the street.
Then—spikes of ice erupted from the ground, impaling the three leading SUVs.
The vehicles behind skidded uncontrollably on the frozen surface, crashing into each other in a deafening explosion.
Flames roared into the sky.
Shen Muxuan quietly withdrew her hand, her face drained of color.
The faint bloodlines on her arm grew slightly more pronounced.
An Yi, focused on driving, frowned at the commotion behind them. "What just happened?"
"An Yi! Don’t look back—they’re still catching up!" Shen Muxuan urged.
She stole a glance in the rearview mirror at the inferno, her eyes tinged with sorrow. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..."
"Your hand’s freezing. Like I said, it’s fine. A few cars must’ve crashed—they won’t catch us now." An Yi smiled.
Shen Muxuan nodded weakly. "Mhm."
"We’ll be safe at the mall. Too many people there."
To protect civilians, martial artists were forbidden from large-scale combat in public areas—a taboo enforced by the Law Enforcement Bureau’s iron fist.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected that overnight, news of him obtaining two Hongtian Secret Realm tokens would spread so widely.
But he couldn’t blame the greed of these martial artists.
Every time the Hongtian Secret Realm emerged, it reshaped the martial world.
Not only did it contain rare treasures, but also weapons, artifacts, secret techniques, elixirs—even formations.
Obtaining any of these could elevate an individual or family to new heights.
But there were only 108 keys to the Hongtian Secret Realm.
Major factions naturally sought as many as possible to dominate inside.
Smaller groups and lone practitioners, left without tokens, were desperate for a share.
Because of the tokens, An Yi had become a target.
He rubbed his temples.
Running forever wasn’t a solution.
With so many eyes on him, where could he even hide?
His phone rang.
One hand on the wheel, the other holding Shen Muxuan’s—even shifting gears was done with her hand—he could only signal for her to answer.
"Hello? An Yi speaking."
"Xiao Yi, it’s your Uncle Nie—Nie Chengwen."
A deep voice came through the speaker.
"And me! It’s Shirley!"
A sultry voice chimed in.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Nie Qinglan’s father, "Boss Nie," and that mixed-race beauty he privately nicknamed "the cannon mount."
Ahem. "Uncle Nie, what can I do for you?" An Yi asked.
Boss Nie chuckled. "Having a rough time with all these factions after you?"
"Manageable. Just dealt with some idiots."
An Yi’s tone was breezy.
Boss Nie laughed. "This time, it’s not just small fry. Even names on the Heavenly Ranking are making moves."
An Yi smirked. "Uncle Nie, let’s skip the small talk."
"Hongtian tokens aren’t just treasures—without the strength to hold them, they’re a death sentence. You know that."
Boss Nie’s voice turned earnest. "Don’t take this the wrong way, but the Hongtian Secret Realm is out of your league. The waters run deep, kid. You can’t navigate them."
An Yi chuckled. "So you’re after a token too?"
"Let’s make a deal. Five billion for one token—just one. In return, I’ll offer you protection until the Hongtian Secret Realm opens."
An Yi fell silent.
The old man was shrewd.
The offer was hard to refuse.
He needed to enter the Hongtian Secret Realm.
Selling one token still left him with another—plus Boss Nie’s protection.
Boss Nie’s true strength was a mystery, but if he dared make this call, he had the means to back it up.
"I’ll think about it," An Yi said finally.
Boss Nie smiled. "Good. I’ll await your answer."
Then Shirley’s voice cut in—ahem—"Xiao Yi, if you agree, Qinglan could—"
"Ah! They’re here! Talk later!"
An Yi shouted abruptly, signaling Shen Muxuan to hang up.
She ended the call, puzzled. "...Who’s Qinglan?"
An Yi:
How did this girl manage to spot the loophole!
--
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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!
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.
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.
