"No, no, I mean, I only have one shifu's wife, no others..."
Fang Jueming realized he had misspoken and fumbled to correct himself, but the more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
He truly hadn’t expected his master to be this impressive.
Not long ago, the complicated entanglement between Shen Muxuan and Qin Yao hadn’t even been resolved yet.
And now, here was another stunningly beautiful girl.
An Yi’s expression darkened, his murderous aura thickening.
"Kid, shut your mouth if you still want to be my disciple!"
"Hmm, Fang Jueming, right? I’ve heard An Yi mention you."
Lan Ruoxi smiled gently, speaking in a soft tone, showing no sign of taking offense.
Fang Jueming scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.
He hadn’t expected An Yi to bring him up in conversation.
In truth, An Yi had indeed told Lan Ruoxi about Fang Jueming—describing him as a foolish and simple-minded disciple who had already been corrupted by a certain expressionless face.
"There’s still a lot of work at the company. You two chat, I’ll head back first."
Lan Ruoxi waved with a smile and prepared to leave.
An Yi frowned. "No need to rush, right? You just got here."
Lan Ruoxi’s gentle smile carried a hint of menace. "It’s urgent!"
An Yi: "..."
Watching Lan Ruoxi’s retreating figure, An Yi patted Hongtian’s head and sighed. "Give me a Huazi."
Hongtian: "..."
Fang Jueming said earnestly, "Shifu, this shimu seems to have a great personality."
An Yi clapped Fang Jueming’s shoulder, revealing a sinister grin. "Perfect timing. Let me test your training progress!"
"Yes, Shifu!"
Fang Jueming’s eyes lit up with excitement.
He had always known An Yi was strong—especially with the recent rumors of him single-handedly facing the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s Demon Hall, even showing signs of surpassing Jiang Cheng, the top-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List!
If he could receive guidance from An Yi, his fist techniques would surely improve by leaps and bounds!
"Be careful, handle it gently. Don’t break it."
An Yi directed Fang Jueming as he moved a fake mountain in the park.
Fang Jueming, bare-chested and muscles taut, carried the massive rock step by step, his face flushed from exertion.
A passerby who witnessed this scene was stunned, eyes nearly popping out of his head.
Carrying a mountain over ten meters tall—was this even humanly possible?
An Yi lounged in a chair, scrolling through his phone, idly browsing the content on the Martial Alliance app.
The hottest news at the moment was undoubtedly about the Paradise Organization.
SS-rank assassins, Spear and White Rhino, had been slaughtered!
The entire Paradise Organization had gone into a frenzy, launching frequent retaliatory attacks into Daxia.
The Pantheon had already clashed with them.
An Yi vaguely understood the underlying situation.
It probably had something to do with Boss Nie as well.
Reading the news, An Yi frowned slightly.
He recalled the vial of serum in his storage space.
Whether it was Boss Nie or Paradise, their goal was this serum.
The Paradise Organization had even planted Shirley undercover for six years, just waiting for the serum’s completion.
According to Jienan Monk, Boss Nie had been preparing for this for over a decade.
This treasure they coveted so fiercely had fallen into his hands—peace was unlikely from now on.
He needed to get rid of this thing quickly. Keeping it would only bring disaster.
THUD!
The fake mountain crashed to the ground.
"Shifu! I moved it!"
Fang Jueming panted, drenched in sweat but grinning triumphantly.
"Oh? Then move it back."
An Yi didn’t even look up.
Fang Jueming: "..."
By the time Fang Jueming hauled the fake mountain back, he was completely exhausted.
He collapsed on the ground, muscles trembling from the strain.
With a bitter smile, he asked, "Shifu… what was the point of moving this mountain?"
An Yi put on a solemn expression. "I wanted to assess your recent progress. Moving the mountain isn’t as simple as it seems. First, it tests your strength and how you channel your energy. Second, it evaluates your willpower!"
I still have to deal with Lan Ruoxi later—all because of this kid! He deserves a lesson!
Fang Jueming’s eyes sparkled with inspiration. "So that’s how it is!"
"Out of stamina? Here, take this."
An Yi tossed over a vial of serum.
Fang Jueming caught it, confused. "What is this…?"
He opened it—inside was a thick, black liquid with a pungent, unsettling odor.
It was almost unbearable.
"Nutrient solution. Needs to be injected into your body," An Yi explained casually.
"Nutrient solution…?"
Yeah, right!
Fang Jueming gulped and asked weakly, "Can I… not take it?"
"No."
An Yi’s tone left no room for argument.
Fang Jueming’s arm was raised, and the entire vial was injected into his body.
In an instant—
"AAAAARGH—!"
A bestial roar tore from Fang Jueming’s throat, sounding more like a lion’s growl than anything human.
Golden mane-like patterns began spreading across his skin.
"Hold onto your consciousness. Don’t let this power control you. Suppress it!"
An Yi said seriously.
This serum was refined from the essence of numerous demonic beasts, processed through modern technology.
The purity of it was something even An Yi found hard to believe.
After all, a demonic beast’s strength was limited by its bloodline.
The stronger the bloodline, the higher its potential.
What kind of changes would this power bring once fully absorbed?
An Yi wasn’t entirely sure either.
But one thing he knew for certain—once this treasure was refined, his body would undergo a qualitative transformation!
"Master, this feeling... it’s unbearable."
Fang Jueming struggled to speak.
An Yi replied seriously, "Stay strong. Use your inner energy to refine the blood! Don’t let it control you. Now that your energy is depleted, it’s the perfect time to absorb it."
"ROAR!"
After a long struggle, Fang Jueming let out a furious roar!
Birds across the entire forest were startled, their wings flapping wildly as they took flight in panic.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, staring at his hands in disbelief.
With deliberate effort, a faint golden light began to shimmer across his arms.
Even his exhausted body was recovering at an astonishing speed.
"This... this is..."
Fang Jueming was speechless.
An Yi was equally shocked, but as a mentor, he couldn’t show it.
This kid actually obtained the origin of the Golden Element by refining the blood!
"Yo, this kid’s got some serious luck," Hongtian remarked casually, strolling over after finishing a cigarette.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "You know what this is?"
"It’s just the spiritual essence of a powerful demon beast. But this serum seems a bit... mixed. Probably a blend of essence from multiple beasts. Refining it won’t be easy."
Hongtian shrugged. "Back when they tried to suppress me, they used five beasts—wind, thunder, water, fire, and earth. Too bad they weren’t tough enough. Didn’t even last a few thousand years before kicking the bucket."
"I even used their corpses to create five mini-realms by manipulating the terrain..."
An Yi: "..."
So the underground fire realm he’d stumbled into before... was this mutt’s doing?
Was this black dog really that OP?
"Master, what... what exactly is happening?" Fang Jueming was still bewildered.
He could feel a strange power surging within him.
"That’s spiritual energy. Train it well."
An Yi patted his shoulder.
The Golden Element was known for its sheer force.
Combined with this kid’s raw strength, the synergy would be terrifying.
"Spiritual energy?"
Fang Jueming was still confused.
But he understood one thing—mastering this power would make his fist techniques even stronger.
Just then, An Yi’s phone buzzed.
He checked it—a message from a girl on Tianxun.
Lulu: [Hey handsome, can you contact the enforcers for me?!]
Lulu: [There’s a group of weird people surrounding me!]
Lulu: [I’m so scared! I already reported it, but the enforcers haven’t come!]
An Yi quickly replied: [Where are you?]
But there was no response.
Hongtian hopped onto the lounge chair, glanced at the message, and immediately tensed.
"Oh no, the girl I set you up with is in trouble!"
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
