Shirley was dead!
Her mutilated corpse lay motionless in the darkness of the night.
The assassins from Heaven—Spear, White Rhino, and the others—wore expressions of utter despair.
If even Shirley couldn’t escape death, what hope did they have?
Nie Chengwen!
Spear, the SS-rank assassin, glared with venomous hatred.
Another SS-rank, White Rhino, gritted his teeth as he stared at Shirley’s body on the ground. "The organization won’t let you get away with this!"
Boss Nie replied leisurely, "Gag them."
"Boss Nie, what should we do with these people?"
A security guard dressed as a martial artist asked cautiously.
Boss Nie answered indifferently, "Kill them all. Pack their heads in gift boxes—make sure they’re nicely decorated. The leader of Heaven is celebrating his birthday soon, isn’t he? I’ll send him a congratulatory gift."
"Yes."
The martial artist’s voice trembled, a chill running down his spine.
He had never met someone so ruthless.
That woman had been carrying his child!
And he hadn’t even blinked when the bullet struck her!
Behind a flowerbed not far away,
Nie Qinglan crouched low, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.
She bit down hard on her sleeve, afraid to make even the slightest sound.
She couldn’t believe that this cruel man was her biological father.
How could he be so heartless?
Then what did that make her—his daughter—to him?
Roar!
A beast’s furious howl echoed through the underground warehouse, throwing everything into chaos.
Boom!
The ground split apart.
A vine lashed out first, whipping through the air.
Then, a massive wolf charged forward.
Followed by a fiery steed.
A goat. A fox. Even a sprinting pumpkin.
The scene was no less terrifying than a parade of ghosts—enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end.
A creature wrapped in vines, vaguely humanoid, swung its massive tendrils at Boss Nie.
"Boss, watch out!"
Two bodyguards tried to rush forward, but in that split second, there was no time to intervene.
Sizzle!
Boss Nie remained unmoved, his body shrouded in a dark glow.
The vine struck—but before it could even touch him, it disintegrated, torn apart and consumed.
Screech!
The vine creature let out a piercing shriek of pain.
In the next instant, Boss Nie appeared behind it, his hand resting on its head.
Black smoke billowed, dark energy flickering.
The vine creature let out an agonized scream, its tendrils thrashing wildly.
Soon, its head was corroded away—completely dissolved.
With a dull thud, the creature collapsed, its body now a withered husk.
A massive wolf lunged silently, aiming for Boss Nie’s neck.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
The wolf’s head exploded, a gaping hole blown through it before it crumpled to the ground.
The rampaging beasts froze in shock at the sight, abandoning their assault and scattering in a frenzied retreat.
The security guards moved swiftly, rounding up the creatures.
Within moments, the situation was under control.
Boss Nie holstered his gun and said calmly, "Where’s Master Li?"
"No sign of him."
A martial artist disguised as a guard answered nervously.
"Send more men to capture him. Then execute him." Boss Nie waved a hand dismissively.
"Yes!"
The martial artist swallowed hard.
A Void Realm martial artist!
The former abbot of Lantuo Temple—who the hell could drag him back?
Boss Nie crouched down, rummaging through Shirley’s corpse until he found a small box.
He opened it, his expression darkening.
It was empty.
Not a single vial of the serum remained.
"The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman profits."
Was there another player behind the scenes?
Boss Nie’s face twisted in displeasure.
Who dared scheme under his very nose?
Suddenly, realization struck him.
An Yi.
Boss Nie narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
"Old master, cheer up. You just did a good deed."
An Yi slung an arm around the old monk’s shoulders, speaking warmly. "Look at all those beasts you just freed—those are lives saved. Saving one life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. You’ve practically built a skyscraper of merit."
The old monk sighed, his one remaining eye glaring at this bastard.
If not for the sword pressed against his neck earlier, he would never have unlocked the cages.
"Why the hell is this underground warehouse built like a maze?"
Hongtian trailed behind them, grumbling.
An Yi clicked his tongue in admiration. "This place is seriously tight on security, and the layout’s a mess. If not for the master’s compassionate heart and willingness to help, we’d never have made it out."
The old monk forced a bitter smile, staying silent.
If he weren’t tied up right now, he’d have smashed this little shit’s legs already.
Outside, the night breeze was cool, the sky dotted with stars.
An Yi stepped out, realizing they were in a parking garage—and there, unmistakable, was his unlicensed Wuling minivan.
"Alright, let’s go. Thanks, old master. See you around."
An Yi tugged on the leash, leading Hongtian toward the van.
Tonight hadn’t been a total loss.
With his nimble fingers, he’d swiped a row of vials from Shirley. He wasn’t sure what they were, but the system had flagged them—so they had to be valuable.
Too bad the description was just a question mark.
"An benefactor, wait a moment!"
The old monk hurried after them, pleading, "Could you take me with you?"
An Yi hesitated. "Old master, we’re a young team. You’re a bit… seasoned."
The old monk said earnestly, "I can guard your gate."
"Hop in, master!"
Hongtian eagerly ushered him in.
If someone else could watch the door, then he—the dog—would finally be free.
"Let’s go. We shouldn’t linger."
An Yi frowned, sensing an ominous presence not far away.
He moved to the driver’s seat, about to open the door—
When a petite figure suddenly rushed forward, throwing herself into his arms.
"Q-Qinglan?"
An Yi stared in disbelief at Nie Qinglan.
It was three in the morning—what was she doing here?
"An Yi, take me away. I can’t stay in this house for another second."
Nie Qinglan buried her face in his chest, sobbing quietly.
Feeling her tremble, An Yi gently stroked her back. "Alright. Get in. We’re leaving now."
The minivan roared out of the parking garage, picking up speed.
Like a bolt of lightning, it tore through the night, racing toward Jiangbei City.
Nie Qinglan sat in the passenger seat, still shaken, her delicate frame trembling.
Then, An Yi’s phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, he raised an eyebrow—but answered anyway.
A deep, icy voice came through.
"Hello, An Yi. This is your Uncle Nie."
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!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.
