Pretentiousness might be late, but pretentious assholes never miss their cue!
When An Yi appeared, the entire room buzzed with whispers.
Who's that guy?
Can't you see his clothes? He's a waiter!
But why does he act so damn cocky compared to other waiters?
Didn't he just say something about the Asura Gate?
The crowd murmured, clearly not recognizing An Yi at all.
An Yi, wearing a profound and mysterious smile, felt his face stiffen.
Something's off!
Isn't shocking everyone and flexing supposed to be the protagonist's privilege? And he doesn’t get any?
That’s bullshit!
Just then, Bai Shaojun, arriving fashionably late, stumbled at the sight of An Yi and stammered, "Y-you... You're the Night Emperor An Yi, leader of the Asura Gate!"
Others might not know An Yi, but he sure did!
Back in Jiangbei City, when he tried to forcibly acquire An Yi’s company, he got beaten to a pulp and thrown out a window.
Hearing this, An Yi broke into a grin.
Good kid, beating you back then wasn’t in vain!
"The Asura Gate’s leader, An Yi!"
A wave of astonishment swept through the crowd.
In Daxia, who hadn’t heard of the Asura Gate’s leader?
Slayer of the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s Demon Hall, killer of the Paradise Organization’s SSS-ranked assassins!
Now ranked 19th on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
Even among Void Realm experts, few could rival him.
Instantly, the atmosphere grew tense, everyone staring at An Yi with burning admiration.
This was a living legend—Daxia’s top martial artist, gracing the humble Bai family’s birthday banquet!
The younger attendees gazed at him with outright reverence.
The incident where he killed Chi Xiao was still fresh, and An Yi’s reputation was at its peak.
At just twenty years old, An Yi was indisputably the number one young martial artist of his generation.
Some media outlets had even declared him Daxia’s greatest prodigy in a thousand years!
In the martial world, strength commanded respect.
An Yi was young, insanely powerful, and ridiculously handsome—already a mythic figure.
Now that he’d appeared in the flesh, how could they not lose their minds?
Even the eighty-year-old matriarch’s hands trembled slightly.
Under the weight of all those fervent stares, An Yi raised an eyebrow, suddenly doubting himself.
Am I really this badass?
Of course, what An Yi didn’t know was that thanks to some unscrupulous media, he’d been painted as Daxia’s ultimate big boss!
Every martial artist in Daxia knew about his Asura Gate—how it punched the Law Enforcement Bureau, trampled the Heavenly Dragon Temple, and rode roughshod over the Pantheon of Gods.
These days, the Asura Gate was a name that struck fear into hearts across the land.
Hou Tianci, still kneeling, stared at An Yi in disbelief, muttering, "The Asura Gate... No, impossible. Absolutely impossible..."
As a martial artist, he knew exactly what the Asura Gate represented.
Night Emperor An Yi? Even his own sect master from the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss would flee at the sight of him!
An Yi cleared his throat, hands clasped behind his back, and put on his most aloof act. "Bai Xiu is under the Asura Gate’s protection. If the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss has the guts to retaliate, let them try."
"Bai Xiu... is really part of the Asura Gate?!"
Hou Tianci shuddered violently.
"Night Emperor, this lowly one was blind! I never meant to provoke the Asura Gate—this was all my doing, the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss had nothing to do with it!"
Hou Tianci trembled like a leaf.
He was used to throwing his sect’s name around to intimidate others—after all, who in Daxia wouldn’t cower at the mention of the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss?
But this time, he might’ve just doomed his entire sect.
For a behemoth like the Asura Gate, wiping out the Ten Thousand Demons Abyss would be child’s play.
"Old Bai, what do you think?" An Yi glanced at Bai Xiu.
He didn’t care either way—this was Bai Xiu’s call.
"Get lost."
Bai Xiu swung his spear.
Hou Tianci didn’t even see the strike before he was sent flying like a cannonball, howling in pain.
"Is he... alive?" An Yi squinted at the vanishing figure.
Bai Xiu shrugged—no idea.
But the crowd’s perception of the Bai family had already shifted.
The Asura Gate—was there any stronger backer in the world?
Who’d have thought the Bai family would latch onto this golden thigh?
Even Uncle Liu, the butler, glowed with pride.
Everyone knew: with Bai Xiu’s Transcendent Realm strength and the Asura Gate’s backing, the Bai family was destined for greatness.
On the other hand, the Bai family’s noblewomen looked like they’d swallowed lemons.
They’d always clashed with Bai Xiu. Now that he’d risen so high, if he held a grudge... they were screwed.
Ding! Main Quest [The Discarded Son’s Return] completed!
Ding! Reward: +100 Evil Points! Skill [Blazing Step] acquired!
Hearing the system’s notification, An Yi’s eyebrows shot up.
Holy shit!
Bai Xiu’s quest was this easy?
What a bro!
He hurriedly checked the rewards.
[Blazing Step]
Skill Type: Movement
An Yi:
"...Yeah, didn’t expect this trash system to be poetic."
Since he still had some Evil Points left, An Yi dumped them all into the skill.
Instantly, Blazing Step leveled up to Lv. 3!
Ding! Blazing Step has reached Lv. 3! Unlocked skill [Flame Stride]!
An Yi skimmed the description, eyes lighting up.
[Flame Stride]
Effect: Grants brief aerial movement!
"System, you’re god-tier!"
An Yi’s eyes widened.
Aerial movement! If he’d had this against that bastard Chi Xiao, the fight would’ve been a breeze.
Too bad he’d run out of Evil Points—he really wanted to see what Lv. 4 could do.
Satisfied, An Yi closed the skill panel, grinning like an idiot.
Meanwhile, Jiang Yingying looked like she’d bitten into something sour.
Pitifully, she gazed at Bai Xiu and asked in a small voice, "B-Bai Xiu... you’re really with the Asura Gate?"
Gone was the arrogance she’d flaunted upon arriving.
Regret gnawed at her. Even if Bai Xiu wasn’t part of the Asura Gate, his Transcendent Realm strength alone was enough to make the Jiang family sweat.
Jiang Yingying wasn’t stupid—this guy was only twenty and already at the Transcendent Realm. Breaking through to the Void Realm was practically guaranteed!
A single Void Realm expert could ensure the Bai family’s prosperity for a century!
She wanted to kick herself.
Young, handsome, insanely strong, with an unshakable background...
No wonder the Tang Family’s Young Princess had taken a liking to him.
If she could marry Bai Xiu, she could strut through the imperial capital like she owned it. For the Jiang family, it’d be an incomparable honor.
Bai Xiu gave her a cool glance. "Yeah."
Ding! Destiny’s Child [Bai Xiu] detected. Will host recruit him to your faction?
An Yi, who’d been pinching Ziyue’s cheeks playfully, froze at the system’s voice.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
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."
