Mo Jiu stared at Xue Ming with icy eyes, filled with disdain.
The Poison Prince, Xue Ming, wasn’t ranked highly on the Hidden Dragon List—only 37th. But Mo Jiu knew full well that his low ranking wasn’t because he was weak.
It was because this man preferred to stay hidden.
Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, concealing its fangs, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.
Hiss… Why so few people? I thought I was late.
A young man in plain Daoist robes appeared.
He exuded an air of lazy indifference, a blade of grass dangling from his lips, his hair loosely tied, his chest exposed to reveal well-defined muscles.
He looked utterly disheveled, even bordering on slovenly.
"Dao Alliance, Pure Yang Sect—Lv Zheng!"
The plain-robed youth announced himself loudly, as if worried no one would recognize him.
Lv Zheng of the Pure Yang Sect had no ranking on the Hidden Dragon List—there wasn’t even a scrap of information about him.
Yet, no one present dared to underestimate him.
The Pure Yang Sect wasn’t the most prominent among the Dao Alliance’s factions, but it was notoriously formidable.
"Longxiang Mountain—Zhang Qianyu!"
A young man in pristine white robes stepped onto the desert sands, his voice cool and detached, his eyes brimming with arrogance.
Longxiang Mountain had long been part of the Dao Alliance, but Zhang Qianyu couldn’t even be bothered to mention the alliance’s name.
Still, everyone present knew this man had every right to be proud.
Sixth on the Hidden Dragon List—Zhang Qianyu, the Thousand Cranes!
"Yo, where’s your crane today? Didn’t bring it for a ride?" Lv Zheng teased with a grin.
Zhang Qianyu shot him a frosty glance but said nothing.
Though the Dao Alliance had become the most powerful organization, the grudges between its factions ran deep.
Outwardly united, inwardly divided—their infighting was no less vicious than that of other sects.
"Such a gathering of youngsters… Would an old man like me ruin the mood?"
An elderly man in Tang-style attire emerged.
The crowd’s expressions turned cold.
Fifty-sixth on the Heavenly Rankings—Plum Blossom Hand, Mei Santong!
His arrival was soon followed by a flood of other martial artists, many of whom ranked within the Heavenly Rankings’ top hundred.
Xue Ruirui cautiously edged closer to Xue Ming, her voice trembling. "Senior Brother… am I really cut out for this?"
Truthfully, she had no confidence in herself. She didn’t even understand why she’d been brought along.
Among the nearly hundred people gathered here, every single one was a notable figure in the martial world.
She was merely a Dark Force practitioner, having only recently broken through. In this crowd, she was practically insignificant.
Xue Ming replied indifferently, "Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."
Hearing his assurance, Xue Ruirui relaxed slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"Hey, Green-Hair, your girl’s not bad."
Zhang Fan tugged at the hood of his sweatshirt, his grin sinister beneath the shadow.
"Pervert! Disgusting!" Xue Ruirui glared at him.
Zhang Fan licked his lips, his gaze lingering on her with unmistakable hunger.
In terms of looks, Xue Ruirui was indeed attractive—not quite a peerless beauty, but certainly one in a thousand.
But what truly caught Zhang Fan’s interest wasn’t her appearance—it was the secret she carried.
This woman… had been refined into a living cauldron.
Xue Ming narrowed his eyes at Zhang Fan.
He’d heard of the infamous Rogue Physician, Zhang Fan. Even the Poison Prince himself might not be a match for Zhang Fan in the art of poison.
"Ignore him," Xue Ming said coldly.
Meanwhile, Chen Bing, blending into the crowd, adjusted his black-framed glasses and cast a frigid glance at Zhang Fan before closing his eyes again, maintaining his optimal condition.
The opening of the Hongtian Secret Realm was imminent, and the desert was filling with more and more people.
Even those lurking in the shadows, hoping to snatch entry tokens, were growing hesitant.
Then, four figures appeared, and the entire desert fell silent.
"Damn, so many people… My fists are itching for a fight."
Zhou Dahai grinned excitedly, clashing his massive fists together.
Yang Tian snapped coldly, "Don’t embarrass the Law Enforcement Bureau."
"Alright, alright, no need to argue."
At the forefront, Jiang Cheng scratched his slightly curly gray hair and smiled. "With so many people watching, let’s not make fools of ourselves."
The crowd stared at Jiang Cheng’s seemingly harmless demeanor, yet their legs trembled beneath them.
Qinglong Jiang Cheng—one of the Four Saints of the Law Enforcement Bureau!
First on the Hidden Dragon List!
The Law Enforcement Bureau had always been an authority, its strength terrifying.
This year, three of its members had claimed spots in the Hidden Dragon List’s top ten.
As for the fourth, Zhuque—though records were scarce—her power was undoubtedly monstrous. An absolute threat.
Yan Zhi’s eyes burned with irritation as countless lecherous gazes lingered on her voluptuous figure.
This secret realm expedition was becoming increasingly unbearable.
"By the way, where’s that brat An Yi? Still not here?"
"Hahaha! What an assembly of experts! Ning here is short one token—wonder if any of you fine folks could lend a hand?"
A young man with an iron rod slung over his shoulder laughed boisterously, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"Ning Lie… That lunatic’s here too?"
Mo Jiu wiped his axe, his expression disdainful.
Ning Lie—44th on the Hidden Dragon List.
A decent fighter, but clearly just here to scavenge.
Ning Lie scanned the crowd before pointing at Chen Bing. "You—the four-eyed nerd! Hand over your token!"
Though nicknamed the Mad Warrior, he wasn’t stupid.
Those who’d made it here with tokens weren’t pushovers.
He wouldn’t dare challenge monsters like Mo Jiu or Jichen, who ranked high on the Hidden Dragon List, nor Mei Santong from the Heavenly Rankings, or heavyweights like Jiang Cheng and Zhang Qianyu with their unshakable backing.
But the rest? Fair game.
Snatching a token should be easy.
Chen Bing pushed up his glasses with his middle finger, the lenses flashing with a dangerous glint.
Ning Lie broke into a cold sweat.
He suddenly remembered—this bespectacled guy was Chen Bing of the Thousand Mechanisms! Ninth on the Hidden Dragon List!
"Uh… Never mind. Wearing glasses at night must be tough. Fighting’s not worth it."
Ning Lie forced a smile and pointed at another figure in the crowd. "You! The one hiding like a scared little girl! Come out!"
His eyes landed on the delicate-looking Xiao Yike, and his grin widened.
Finally, a soft target.
The onlookers watched with amusement.
Inside the Hongtian Secret Realm, everyone would be an enemy. Watching them tear into each other now was just entertainment.
"We don’t know each other, do we?"
Xiao Yike scratched his head, smiling shyly—before his eyes suddenly turned blood-red, his muscles bulging as he whipped out a massive blade and roared, "Picking on me? Wrong move, dumbass!"
Internal Force practitioner?!
Holy shit!
Ning Lie’s face paled.
Pretending he hadn’t seen Xiao Yike, he spun around and pointed at a drowsy youth sitting cross-legged. "You! The one sleeping! Get up! I’ve had enough of you!"
Tang Qingqing nudged the dozing Bai Xiu. "Wake up. Someone wants to fight you."
Bai Xiu rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Who are you?"
Ning Lie bared his teeth, hefting his iron rod.
"Idiot! Go back to sleep—in hell!"
BAM!
A jeep tore through the desert, slamming straight into Ning Lie!
The man let out a bloodcurdling scream as he was sent flying over twenty meters, crashing headfirst into a sand dune—his fate unknown.
"Hey, buddy… you okay?"
An Yi quickly jumped out of the driver's seat of the off-road vehicle and shouted loudly.
If you were facing the car, getting hit wouldn’t be this bad!
But with your back turned, your life could be in real danger!
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!
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
