"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!"
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.
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.”
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."
