Bai Shaojun covered his head, continuing to endure An Yi's relentless beating.
If this went on, he’d be beaten to death by this bastard!
"Bai Xiu, no matter what, I’m still your brother. You... you can’t just stand by and watch me die!"
Bai Shaojun turned to Bai Xiu, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
An Yi paused, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips.
He knew something was off!
Who would’ve thought that Bai Xiu, who he always assumed was just some poor nobody, actually had ties to the Bai Family of the imperial capital.
He didn’t know what the Bai Family was all about, but just the name alone sounded impressive!
As expected, none of these "Chosen Ones" were simple.
"I’m just a bastard child of the Bai Family."
Bai Xiu yawned as he walked over, his previously dull eyes suddenly sharp and icy as they locked onto Bai Shaojun. "I told you before—I, Bai Xiu, have severed all ties with your Bai Family. But the grudges? I haven’t forgotten a single one."
Beside him, Bai Shaojun’s face flushed red. He wanted to say something but ultimately kept silent.
Whether Bai Xiu was truly part of the Bai Family was something even he couldn’t confirm.
To be precise, Bai Xiu’s father was part of the main lineage, but he had disappeared many years ago. His mother passed away a decade earlier.
The Bai Family’s patriarch had been bedridden for years, detached from worldly affairs, leaving the family’s affairs in the hands of the second son.
But then Bai Xiu suddenly reappeared, throwing everything into chaos.
Bai Xiu’s return as a direct descendant meant he was entitled to at least half the family’s inheritance!
That was unacceptable!
So, Bai Shaojun’s father set a trap, framing Bai Xiu as illegitimate and driving him out of the Bai Family.
That grudge wasn’t small.
And Bai Xiu had never forgotten it.
Ding! Main Quest: The Disowned Heir’s Return!
An Yi glanced at the quest details, a dark line forming on his forehead.
He’d thought that with his friendship with Bai Xiu, he could just wait until the guy’s "Chosen One" value was high enough to recruit him.
But now, damn it, there was even a quest involved!
This was getting complicated!
Without hesitation, An Yi opened the window and unceremoniously tossed Bai Shaojun and the robed middle-aged man out.
Thud! Thud!
Two heavy impacts echoed from below.
Lan Ruoxi paled. "T-This is the sixth floor! They won’t—"
Ding Renfeng exhaled a smoke ring, his tone indifferent. "They won’t die. But the Boss didn’t hold back—they’ll probably be bedridden for a year or two."
"That’s a relief."
Lan Ruoxi let out a sigh, her gaze toward An Yi now tinged with admiration.
She wasn’t stupid—she had a sharp mind.
This was a warning to others.
The Bai Family of the imperial capital was a fitting target.
This move alone would be enough to intimidate any small fry eyeing the An Family’s wealth.
After tossing the two out, An Yi turned to Bai Xiu with a cheerful grin. "Old Bai, is there anything your big bro can help you with?"
Strike while the iron’s hot—this Bai Family didn’t seem all that impressive anyway. Might as well deal with them while they’re at it!
"Close the door on your way out."
Bai Xiu put on a black eyepatch and walked into the inner office.
An Yi: "..."
"An Yi, this is our office area. Here’s the design department, here’s planning, marketing, customer service..."
Lan Ruoxi led An Yi around, introducing him to the company’s employees.
"Hello, President An!"
"Good day, President An!"
As they walked, employees greeted him respectfully.
An Yi waved and nodded with a practiced air of authority.
Since he was visiting his own company as its president, he couldn’t afford to lower his status.
He immediately pulled out a ¥100,000 suit from his storage space and put it on.
After a quick touch-up, he looked dashingly handsome—enough to make heads turn!
Several well-dressed female employees even subtly flirted, subtly showcasing their figures and looks.
Most didn’t know An Yi’s true identity, but they could guess he was a young master from a wealthy family.
Being "taken advantage of" by a rich, handsome guy like him? They’d be happy to be "exploited" for free!
If they could catch the Boss’s eye—even as a mistress or side chick—they’d be set for life!
Lan Ruoxi continued her gentle introductions while discreetly noting the employees vying for An Yi’s attention.
Hmm... I should notify HR about some layoffs soon...
Meanwhile, Ding Renfeng and his gang of former thugs had settled into their roles.
Most weren’t highly educated, but as An Yi’s original crew, they weren’t treated poorly.
They were naturally fierce fighters, so they were assigned to security—with generous salaries to match.
A few, like Yao Ji, had even thrived in the corporate world.
Those who’d left earlier, unwilling to follow Ding Renfeng, were still struggling paycheck to paycheck, now filled with regret.
Wang Yuan hadn’t been with the company long, but he was already indispensable.
Even if he was just a guy with a system, his skills were unmatched.
A few heartbreaks later, he’d maxed out all the necessary workplace abilities, making him the company’s de facto third-in-command!
Everything in the company was running smoothly, with a bright future ahead.
But An Yi suddenly felt something was off.
The An Family company’s success... didn’t seem to have much to do with him.
"Uh, Boss... about our product..."
Wang Yuan asked hesitantly.
He’d seen their "factory" before.
It wasn’t a factory—it was just diluting mud with water.
If he hadn’t seen it himself, he’d never believe it.
Their million-yuan "Jade Beauty Serum" was literally just mud, diluted repeatedly, mixed with useless herbs!
And now, their stock of mud was almost gone...
Hearing this, An Yi straightened up.
What a joke—he was the core of this company!
Without him, where would the startup capital have come from?
Without him, what would the factory even produce? Air?
An Yi waved it off casually. "No big deal. That’s exactly why I’m here today."
In Lan Ruoxi’s office, An Yi retrieved a carefully preserved leaf of Celestial Star Grass from his storage space.
Lan Ruoxi stared in disbelief. "Y-You’re not planning to make Jade Beauty Serum here, are you?"
"Don’t worry, this won’t take up much space."
As he spoke, An Yi pulled out mortar and pestle, then began adding ingredients with practiced ease, mixing them in precise ratios.
Then, he took out cheap glass jars (¥1 each from TaoBao) and filled them one by one.
Soon, rows of mud-filled jars stood piled high—a sight to behold!
Wiping his sweat, An Yi grinned. "This should last us two years."
The process wasn’t hard.
The key ingredient? Celestial Star Grass.
Without it, the other herbs were useless.
Who’d have thought the An Family’s thriving, money-printing business was built on... a potted plant?
Lan Ruoxi’s hands trembled as she touched the jars.
Even seeing it with her own eyes, she could barely believe it.
These were the same serums selling for ¥100 million per bottle at auctions—made like this?
"Oh, and this is the core ingredient for the Tiger Yang Pills. Follow the recipe I sent you—this bag should make about 20,000 pills. Price them however you see fit."
An Yi casually tossed out a large plastic bag filled with some black, unidentifiable substance.
Lan Ruoxi’s hands shook even harder.
This tiny bag... makes 20,000 pills?!
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!
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?!
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.
