Have You Seen My Token

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.