Jiangbei City.
A dilapidated six-story building stood empty, its residents long gone.
They had no choice but to leave.
A massive hole had torn through the second floor, turning the entire structure into a hazard.
A breathtakingly beautiful girl stood below, gazing at it for a long, long time.
"Mu Xuan, let's go."
Mu Qingyi sighed as she spoke.
"Master, I just want to look a little longer."
Shen Muxuan stared at the place she had once called home, her voice soft.
Everything her eyes fell upon was a memory; every thought in her heart was of the past.
Mu Qingyi said gently, "Have you said your goodbyes?"
Shen Muxuan nodded, forcing a smile. "I’ve already spoken to Aunt Zhou and left a letter for An Yi. I told him I’m returning to the Immortal Sect’s minor realm and will be back in three months."
"Three months..."
Mu Qingyi sighed. "And if, after three months—"
She couldn’t finish the sentence. Tears welled in her eyes as she wiped them away with her fingers.
"Enough, Master. I’ve known this day would come for years."
Shen Muxuan smiled and pinched Mu Qingyi’s cheeks playfully. "Cheer up, will you? No wonder An Yi always says you’re a fake prude."
"Fake prude?! I’ll kill that brat!" Mu Qingyi’s eyes flashed coldly.
"Hey, isn’t that Mu Xuan? Where are you off to? Haven’t seen you at the supermarket these past few days."
Uncle Wang, the baozi vendor, was holding a steamer basket when he spotted Shen Muxuan and greeted her cheerfully.
On this street, no one disliked the cashier from Chuanfang Supermarket.
She was sweet, adorable, stunningly beautiful, and kind-hearted.
Shen Muxuan beamed. "Hello, Uncle Wang! I’m heading back to my hometown."
"Why so sudden? Here, take these two baskets of baozi for the road."
The baozi vendor packed two steaming baskets and handed them over.
Shen Muxuan grinned sweetly. "Then I won’t be polite—thank you, Uncle Wang!"
The vendor chuckled. "Where’s An Yi? Haven’t seen him around."
At the mention of that name, Shen Muxuan’s eyes dimmed. "He’s probably somewhere very, very far away now."
The baozi vendor, noticing her sorrowful expression, was shocked.
"That kid’s gone?"
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A thousand miles away.
An off-road vehicle sped across a desolate plain.
The driver was a young man in black, no older than twenty. Despite the rough terrain, he handled the wheel with steady precision.
But what was truly astonishing wasn’t his driving—it was his face.
Five straight hours behind the wheel, and his expression hadn’t changed once.
In the passenger seat, a bespectacled beauty wiped down a sniper rifle with a white cloth.
In the back, a young man lounged with his legs crossed, yawning incessantly, dark circles heavy under his eyes.
Beside him, a cold-faced woman stared silently out the window.
"Didn’t sleep well last night?"
Shangguan Qianqian glanced at An Yi, curious.
An Yi waved a hand. "Don’t even ask."
Last night, Shen Muxuan had insisted on sleeping in his room.
Fine, sleep was sleep—but even lying in the same bed, it was strictly platonic.
The girl had been so excited she clung to him, chattering about everything and nothing until dawn.
By the time he could finally close his eyes, the sun was already up.
Thinking of Shen Muxuan, An Yi’s expression grew solemn.
He wasn’t stupid. From the shifts in her mood these past few days, he’d sensed something was off.
He remembered her telling him when they first met that she didn’t have much time left.
An Yi had consulted renowned physicians through the vice dean and others, but none could diagnose Shen Muxuan’s condition.
Even the medical skills granted by his system were useless.
The system’s response? Condition exceeds system capabilities.
Honestly, An Yi was starting to panic.
His determination to enter the Hongtian Secret Realm was largely driven by the hope of finding rare treasures or methods to cure her.
The odds were slim, but he had to try.
"Chen, do we really have to take such a remote route?"
Su Xue’er looked at Lin Chen, puzzled.
Lin Chen replied flatly, "It’s safer."
In the back, An Yi fiddled with his phone, scrolling through the Martial Alliance’s updates, and explained:
"Right now is prime time for token snatching. Anyone without a token who still wants in will be lying in wait. If we charge in recklessly, it’s like walking straight into a hornet’s nest."
"So, we’ve got two options."
"One is blending into crowded places—trains, for example. The more people, the easier it is to hide. But that only works for solo operators. The four of us? Too conspicuous."
"Lin Chen and I—especially me—are big names on the Hidden Dragon Rankings. Plus, Qianqian’s a celebrity. Crowds would just cause chaos."
"The other option is sneaking in like we’re doing now, but that makes us easy targets for ambushes."
"Which is why the route and timing have to be perfect. This stretch is open plains—no roads, making ambushes as likely as finding a needle in a haystack."
"And we have to time it right—arrive too early, and we’ll get jumped. But we also can’t miss the Hongtian Secret Realm’s opening."
Su Xue’er’s eyes widened in realization as she studied An Yi with newfound curiosity.
She’d always thought of him as a reckless, flashy, womanizing nouveau riche. Who knew he could strategize like this?
Lin Chen wasn’t surprised.
Anyone who underestimated this guy ended up regretting it.
In all the time he’d known An Yi, he’d never seen him lose.
Shangguan Qianqian nodded, a faint smile curling her lips.
In her past life, the Asura Sect had been the world’s most powerful faction, surpassing even the Divine Hall and the Dao Alliance.
And its leader? The undisputed overlord of this world.
No way was he just some brawny fool.
"This route was carefully planned—foolproof."
With the Tianhuang Province still some distance away, An Yi yawned and leaned back for a nap. "Lin Chen, keep it steady. I’m gonna catch some sleep."
Just then, the car screeched to a halt.
An Yi’s face smacked into the seat in front of him. "You did that on purpose, you poker-faced bastard!"
Lin Chen said coolly, "There’s a fight ahead. We’ve been ambushed."
Sure enough, a group of martial artists—about forty of them—were locked in combat outside.
But their off-roader had been spotted. The fighters quickly surrounded them from both sides.
An Yi rolled down the window, and a grotesque, pockmarked face shoved itself inside. "Kid, hand over your token!"
THUD!
An Yi frowned and threw a punch.
The man’s face twisted, two bloody teeth flying as he was sent sprawling. He hit the ground with a thud and didn’t get back up.
"Don’t shove your face in here. Has no one told you your breath stinks?"
An Yi fanned the air, scowling.
Instantly, the crowd froze, staring in shock at the fallen fighter.
One punch had shattered his facial bones. He was barely breathing—probably a goner.
This was a Dark Force-stage martial artist!
Taken out in a single hit?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
