"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…
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
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!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
