"Hey hey, Old Lin, calm down, you'll reopen your wound."
"Don't smash the wheelchair! Do you know how much I spent on it? Three hundred—cough—thirty grand! It’ll last you ten years without breaking."
"Ah, Brother Chen, Master, stop fighting!"
"Blah blah blah..."
The hotel room was in complete disarray.
Bang!
The door swung open, and a seductive figure walked in.
An Yi and Lin Chen, who had been wrestling on the floor, froze mid-motion and turned to look at Yan Zhi standing at the doorway.
"Don’t mind me, keep going. Infighting in the Asura Sect is rare—are you two fighting for power?" Yan Zhi crossed her arms, smirking.
If the martial artists of Great Xia saw the two notorious leaders of the Asura Sect brawling like children, their jaws would probably drop.
Ahem. "You’ve got it wrong. We were just doing rehab exercises," An Yi said, clearing his throat as he released Lin Chen.
After all, he was now the leader of the Asura Sect, ranked nineteenth on Great Xia’s Heavenly Leaderboard. He had to maintain some dignity.
"Is the poison gone?" An Yi asked.
Yan Zhi nodded. "It’s fine now. I came to deliver invitations to the Martial Artists' Conference."
She handed over three invitations.
An Yi took his and raised an eyebrow—his was made of gold foil, exquisitely crafted with bold crimson lettering, a stark contrast to Bai Xiu’s plain one.
Fang Jueming glanced at his and asked curiously, "Wu's Martial Arts School is invited too?"
His invitation clearly read: Fang Jueming, Wu's Martial Arts School.
Yan Zhi smiled. "Of course."
Ordinary martial arts schools wouldn’t qualify.
But over the past year, Wu Tong and Fang Jueming had challenged dojos across half of Great Xia, defeating several peak-level masters. Their strength was far beyond that of a typical school.
Lin Chen opened his and frowned. "Why does mine say ‘Underworld’?"
Yan Zhi shrugged. "No idea. I’m just the messenger."
"Thanks."
Lin Chen tossed the invitation onto the table, his expression indifferent.
Truthfully, the words "Underworld" left a bad taste in his mouth.
"What’s this conference about?" An Yi asked.
"Discussing the future of martial arts. It’s tomorrow. Don’t even think of skipping—you’re a key figure. If you don’t show, our bureau chief will personally come for you," Yan Zhi said with a light chuckle.
An Yi shrugged.
With nothing urgent going on, there was no harm in attending.
"An Yi, there’s something else I need to tell you," Yan Zhi said, her expression turning serious.
An Yi nodded. "Let’s talk in my room."
Once inside, An Yi closed the door and grinned. "Alright, what’s so secretive?"
Yan Zhi sat on the bed, crossing her slender legs, her face grave. "Qin Yao was attacked!"
"Attacked?!"
An Yi’s expression darkened.
"No way!"
He had just spoken to her—she said her flight landed safely in Jiangbei.
"It was the Paradise Organization," Yan Zhi said grimly.
"Paradise?"
An Yi’s face turned stormy.
Those bastards just wouldn’t give up.
Killing one of their SSS-ranked assassins still wasn’t enough of a lesson.
Yan Zhi waved a hand. "Relax, she’s fine."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack! Spit it all out at once," An Yi muttered, shooting her a glare.
This woman loved playing games—so childish!
Katies was strong enough to rival Void-level martial artists. For Paradise to take her down, they’d need at least two or three SS-ranked killers.
Yan Zhi continued, "The Underworld intervened. They appeared out of nowhere and fought Paradise’s two SS-ranked assassins in the wilderness ten kilometers from the airport. Both killers were eliminated."
Hearing "Underworld," An Yi immediately thought of Lin Chen.
That guy was part of the Underworld, wasn’t he?
Back at Junlin Bar, Lin Mei'er had mentioned something about him being their young master.
"The Underworld took Qin Yao with them. From what we’ve gathered, she went willingly—Uncle Fu was with her too. But whether she’s safe… that’s unclear."
Yan Zhi added coolly, "Lin Chen’s still injured. I didn’t tell him—he might do something reckless."
"Underworld… Qin Yao…"
An Yi stroked his chin, trying to connect the dots.
After a long moment, he still couldn’t make sense of it.
Qin Yao was just an ordinary heiress from the Qin family in Jiangbei.
What ties could she possibly have with the Underworld, a notorious assassin organization? They existed in completely different worlds!
The only link between them was Lin Chen.
Wait—
An Yi’s eyes flashed.
Lin Chen was the Underworld leader’s son.
Now, the Underworld had taken Qin Yao in…
Holy shit.
Was this a meet-the-parents situation?!
An Yi’s face twisted in realization—and outrage.
He’d been fooled by Lin Chen’s aloof, indifferent act!
The guy had been secretly pursuing Qin Yao all along!
Why else would he keep blocking An Yi’s path to marrying into wealth?!
Deception! A goddamn ambush!
"Poker Face, you sly bastard!"
An Yi seethed.
And here he’d thought of Lin Chen as a brother! He’d even bought him a knockoff luxury wheelchair for three hundred bucks!
But then he reconsidered.
He might not trust Lin Chen’s character, but he trusted Qin Yao’s.
She wasn’t that kind of girl.
Which made things even more confusing.
"Any other intel? Who exactly from the Underworld was involved?" An Yi pressed.
Yan Zhi shook her head. "The only one we know for sure is Su Xue'er. The others’ identities are still unclear."
Hearing Su Xue'er’s name, An Yi dismissed the meet-the-parents theory.
If that were the case, the jealous glasses-wearing girl would’ve already pulled out a sniper rifle.
"You should rest early. See you tomorrow."
Yan Zhi stood, her slender figure swaying gracefully as she headed for the door.
Then—a single invitation slipped from her sleeve and fluttered to the floor.
An Yi spotted it and called out, "Wait!"
"You… I knew it."
Yan Zhi sighed, stopping in her tracks.
She turned back, locked the door, and casually hung her enforcer’s coat on the rack, accentuating her curves.
An Yi: "…?"
He’d just wanted to say she dropped an invitation—cough—but that didn’t matter now.
Yan Zhi stepped closer.
The faint scent of roses drifted from her.
An Yi swallowed hard.
Her tall frame, narrow waist, and long, shapely legs were accentuated by her slightly wavy hair, giving her a lazy, alluring charm.
Their breaths mingled as the distance between them vanished.
Yan Zhi lifted An Yi’s chin with a finger and murmured, "Bad boy, didn’t I tell you? After that night, we pretend it never happened."
Before An Yi could respond, her hands were already undoing his shirt.
"Just this once," she warned. "No next time."
Staring at the devastatingly beautiful woman before him, An Yi quietly pulled out a Tiger Yang Pill.
You demoness…
I’ll fight you to the death!
The night deepened, wrapped in untold pleasures…
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
