After An Yi knocked out the flat-faced martial artist with a single punch, the entire crowd was stunned.
A martial artist with hidden strength wasn't some common nobody.
To take one down with a single punch meant this guy was likely a master of transformed strength!
Just the thought of "transformed strength" made their scalps tingle.
This was way beyond their league.
"Where's my token? Where the hell is my token?"
An Yi stepped out of the car, raising an eyebrow as he scanned the surroundings, searching for something.
In the crowd, a burly man with a thick beard—clearly the leader—noticed An Yi and gulped, his legs suddenly feeling weak.
In his hand was the token he had just snatched from a few young nobles.
The burly man quickly hid the token behind his back, his heart trembling.
If this guy could flatten the flat-faced guy with one punch, crushing him wouldn’t be much harder.
The young nobles from martial arts families lit up with excitement.
Someone had come to save them!
"I—I know him! Rank 11 on the Hidden Dragon List, the Night Emperor—An Yi!"
One of the noble girls, a pretty one at that, exclaimed excitedly.
For young martial artists, those on the Hidden Dragon List were practically celebrities.
After the battle at Qin Family Villa, Lin Chen had overpowered Han Liang and even clashed with Han Xi, ranked 97th on the Heavenly Rankings, earning himself the 25th spot on the Hidden Dragon List.
But since An Yi was the one who finished off Han Liang with a sword strike and wounded Han Xi, his ranking shot up even faster—from 19th to 11th.
Hearing the name "Hidden Dragon List," the bearded man panicked even more.
They could ambush these inexperienced youngsters just fine, but taking on someone from the Hidden Dragon List? That was a whole different story.
Ranked 11th? That meant he had to be at least a transformed strength expert!
"Where's my token? Where the hell is my token?"
An Yi slung an arm over the bearded man’s shoulder and asked with a chilling grin, "You seen my token?"
The bearded man trembled in fear.
Then, An Yi spotted the token hidden behind his back and snatched it away, taunting, "Why’d you take my token? Huh? Why’d you take it?!"
Watching An Yi swagger off with the token, the bearded man stood frozen.
But then An Yi turned back, eyeing the exquisitely crafted sword at the man’s waist.
Without hesitation, he grabbed it, putting on his best thug face and snarling, "I told you not to take my token! Now you’ve taken so many of my tokens!"
The bearded man: "..."
The roar of an off-road engine echoed as An Yi sped off, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust.
The bearded man’s underlings looked at him pitifully. "Boss… should we report this to the authorities?"
Ding!
[Robbery] Mission Complete! Reward: [Azure Cloud Sword]! Evil Power Value +30!
Hearing the system notification, An Yi rolled his eyes.
"Like I needed your reward!"
This was the fruit of his own labor, damn it.
"Here, take this sword. You’ll need a weapon to defend yourself."
An Yi handed the blade to Shangguan Qianqian.
Since she was coming with him into the secret realm, it was best she had some means of protection.
The sword was well-made—sleek and elegant, clearly meant for a woman.
That bearded guy had probably stolen it from someone else.
Shangguan Qianqian accepted it solemnly. "Thank you."
An Yi coughed. "The route wasn’t actually a problem. Everything was under control. I just figured we were short one token."
With shameless confidence, he tossed the token to Su Xue’er in the passenger seat. "Here, this one’s yours."
Su Xue’er caught it, surprised. "You’re really giving it to me?"
She wanted to enter the secret realm, but tokens were nearly impossible to get. She’d only tagged along because she was worried about Lin Chen’s safety.
"Take it. It’s useless just sitting around," An Yi said, yawning. "Wake me when we get there. I’m exhausted."
Tianhuang Province.
A desolate region in the western part of the Great Xia Empire.
Even its capital, Tianhuang City, barely registered on anyone’s radar.
Here, there was nothing but sand—endless stretches of it.
Under the night sky, a silver moon hung high, casting its pure light over the vast desert.
The clear heavens, the radiant moonlight, and the dunes shimmering like snow beneath its glow.
A monk in a straw hat, clutching a staff, trudged through the desert.
"This is the place."
He planted his staff into the sand and sat cross-legged, fingers rolling prayer beads as he began chanting sutras.
He wasn’t the only one who’d come—others were hiding, not daring to show themselves.
Anyone bold enough to appear openly here proved two things:
They were arrogant. And they were strong.
"Little monk, you shouldn’t be here. Hand over your token."
A gaunt old man wielding a ring-pommeled blade emerged, slashing at the monk.
Sshhhk!
A blade aura erupted, shattering the straw hat!
Beneath it was an unnervingly handsome face—delicate features, almost feminine, with a crimson flame mark between his brows.
"Ji Chen!"
Recognizing the monk and that distinctive flame mark, the old man’s blood ran cold.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Streaks of energy shot toward him like bullets!
The old man barely managed to block with his blade, holding his ground through sheer grit.
Then—a Buddhist seal materialized on his back.
Boom!
His body exploded in a shower of blood!
"Amitabha. Mercy, mercy."
Ji Chen pressed his palms together, solemnly chanting.
The blood rain drenched his robes, turning his once-serene face into something terrifying.
"Liu Chengfang, ranked 124th on the Heavenly Rankings, dead just like that. As expected of the second-ranked genius on the Hidden Dragon List—the Heavenly Dragon Temple’s top martial monk is no joke."
A towering, scar-faced man—easily seven feet tall—with a giant axe strapped to his back, approached slowly.
Ji Chen wiped the blood from his cheek and smiled gently. "Patron Liu was skilled. He simply chose the wrong opponent. Patron Mo Jiu, it’s been years since Huayang Mountain. How have you been?"
Mo Jiu sat down nearby, his voice gruff. "Same as always."
Those hiding in the shadows were petrified.
Rank 2 on the Hidden Dragon List—Blood Monk Ji Chen!
Rank 5—Shadow Axe Mo Jiu!
Truth was, Liu Chengfang wasn’t weak.
For someone ranked 124th on the Heavenly Rankings, snatching a token from most people would’ve been child’s play.
But fate had other plans—he’d picked a fight with a monster.
No token. Just death.
"What a lively gathering. Long time no see, you two."
A lanky, green-haired youth in a cloak strolled forward, followed by a stunning woman with long legs and a slender waist—though her chest was disappointingly flat.
"Poisonous Young Master, Xue Ming!"
Mo Jiu’s eyes darkened at the sight of him.
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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
