"President Lan, to manage such a large company at such a young age, you must be a very intelligent person. And intelligent people understand one principle—those who know the times are true heroes!"
A young man dressed in a pristine white suit, elegant and handsome, smiled as he looked at Lan Ruoxi across from him. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable pressure.
"The formula for Jade Beauty Elixir—I, Bai Shaojun, am buying it. Name your price. I hope you won’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
"Any price?"
Lan Ruoxi, dressed in professional attire, remained composed and gentle as she asked.
Bai Shaojun smiled and shrugged. "That’s right. Our Bai family from the Imperial Capital has the means."
"Then I want one trillion. If you can pay, the formula is yours."
Lan Ruoxi replied just as softly, her demeanor unchanged.
"One trillion?!"
Hearing her words, Bai Shaojun’s face darkened as if struck mute. His lips twitched. "President Lan, don’t joke with me."
"You were the one who joked first."
Lan Ruoxi responded unhurriedly, her tone indifferent.
Bai Shaojun slammed the table and stood up, his voice icy. "You should know the influence of the Bai family in the Imperial Capital. Offend us, and your little company won’t last long. Don’t blame me for being ruthless when the time comes!"
SLAM!
Beside Lan Ruoxi, a long-haired young man with a cigar in his mouth also slammed the table, confronting Bai Shaojun. "Watch your tone, kid. Who do you think you’re talking to?"
Bai Shaojun was momentarily stunned.
Only now did he realize—this scruffy-looking vice president was actually a martial artist at the Mingjin level!
"Vice President Ding, no need to rush."
Lan Ruoxi stopped Ding Renfeng, still composed. "You’re not the first to threaten us. My stance remains the same—if you seek mutually beneficial cooperation, we welcome it. But if you intend to swallow An Corporation, we will fight to the last drop of blood!"
Bai Shaojun narrowed his eyes as he studied the young, strikingly beautiful woman before him.
She’s not easy to deal with!
At first, her age and delicate appearance had made her seem like an easy target. But after several rounds of negotiation, he felt like his attacks were landing on cotton—no impact at all.
She was neither swayed by soft words nor intimidated by threats.
A truly tough opponent.
"Negotiations have failed. Game over. You refused the toast—now drink the forfeit!"
Bai Shaojun revealed a sinister grin and clapped his hands. "Come out."
Clap! Clap! Clap!
After the applause, silence followed.
Bai Shaojun’s smile stiffened. He clapped again—still nothing.
Then, clearing his throat awkwardly, he tried once more.
Lan Ruoxi and Ding Renfeng stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"Damn it, where are they?!"
Bai Shaojun grabbed his phone, furious, and started dialing.
A cheerful ringtone echoed through the room.
"Galloping horses, you’re mighty and strong~"
Then, a middle-aged man in a long robe was hurled into the office—screaming.
His face was bruised, his mouth twisted in pain.
Bai Shaojun’s eyebrows shot up in shock.
This was his family’s bodyguard!
"Kid, is this the guy you were calling for?"
An Yi strolled in, dusting off his hands before stepping on the robed man’s head. He grinned. "Looking for him?"
Bai Shaojun’s pupils shrank in disbelief.
Their family’s bodyguard was an Anjin-level expert!
And yet, this guy had turned him into a bloody mess without making a sound?!
"An Yi!"
"Boss!"
Lan Ruoxi and Ding Renfeng brightened at the sight of him.
An Yi smiled, then turned his gaze to Bai Shaojun, his expression turning cold. "I’m An Yi, the boss of An Corporation. The Jade Beauty Elixir formula is mine. If you want it, come to me directly."
Bai Shaojun gulped.
He might not have been familiar with the name "An Yi," but he definitely knew of him.
This guy was a troublemaker—constantly making waves. The martial arts alliance’s news section was never short of his exploits.
Just days ago, he had single-handedly killed Hong Shan, ranked 29th on the Hidden Dragon List!
Then, he fought evenly with Dong Kun, a top-200 expert on the Heavenly Rankings, holding his own without faltering.
Now, "Night Emperor" An Yi had risen to 19th place on the Hidden Dragon List—climbing the ranks in just a month, shocking countless martial clans and aristocratic families across the land.
Bai Shaojun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile. "N-no, this is a misunderstanding! I was just calling A’Liang to… prepare to leave!"
Ding Renfeng took a sip from the baby milk on the table and smirked. "Misunderstanding? Weren’t you just saying something about ‘drinking the forfeit’ and planning to take action?"
An Yi cracked his knuckles and strode toward Bai Shaojun.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
"So you’re the one trying to steal my formula, huh?"
WHACK!
"You’re the one who wanted to fight, right?"
SMACK!
"And you even dared to eye my woman?"
"N-no! That last one wasn’t me!"
"Bullshit! The readers already guessed it! Even if it wasn’t you, it is now!"
After a thorough beating, An Yi planted his foot on Bai Shaojun’s head, feeling thoroughly satisfied.
Lan Ruoxi glanced at the battered Bai Shaojun, who looked like he’d been through hell, and stuck out her tongue. "An Yi, wasn’t that a bit too harsh?"
"Relax. He’s a Mingjin-level martial artist—he won’t die that easily."
An Yi shrugged.
At his current level, his strength was at least at the peak of Anjin, if not higher.
There was no helping it—the hierarchy of martial artists in this world wasn’t so clearly defined. It was relatively vague, and strength could only be roughly gauged.
Right now, dealing with a martial artist at the Mingjin level was as easy as slaughtering a chicken for him.
Bai Shaojun, his head pinned underfoot, struggled to speak: "Lord Night Emperor, I—my younger brother is Bai Xiu. He’s a friend of yours. Surely you know him."
"Bai Xiu? Your brother?"
An Yi froze for a moment upon hearing this.
Then, he quickly helped Bai Shaojun up, dusting off his shoulders.
"Ahaha, what a case of family turning against family! Bai Xiu and I are brothers, so since you’re his older brother, you’re now my younger brother too."
Just then, a creaking sound came from the inner office as the door swung open.
A fair-skinned young man with dead-fish eyes and a perpetually drowsy expression walked out, rubbing his messy hair and yawning. "So noisy! Who’s calling me?"
Lan Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes widened in shock. "B-Bai Xiu?! How—how are you in there?!"
"You guys installed a hammock for me. Forgot?" Bai Xiu said flatly.
Ding Renfeng took a deep drag of his cigar, stunned. "Don’t tell me you’ve been sleeping in there for two days!"
Bai Xiu yawned again.
Two days was nothing—his record was sleeping through an entire two-month summer vacation.
"Damn it, when will this miserable life ever end?"
"Old Bai, I ran into your brother!" An Yi said, dragging the bruised and battered Bai Shaojun over.
Bai Shaojun couldn’t bring himself to face Bai Xiu, lowering his head and muttering weakly, "B-Bai Xiu… l-long time no see."
Bai Xiu squinted his dead-fish eyes, struggling to recognize the swollen features of the "pig-head" before him, then scoffed. "Sorry, don’t know you."
An Yi, who had just been kindly dusting Bai Shaojun off, promptly planted his foot back on the man’s head.
"Think it’s fun to mess with me, huh? My woman is someone you dare fantasize about?!"
"I—I didn’t!"
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!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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.”
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."
