Bang!
The door swung open, revealing An Yi’s darkened expression as he glared at his rebellious disciple.
"What time is it?" An Yi demanded, his eyes locked onto Fang Jueming like a tiger sizing up its prey.
Fang Jueming answered meekly, "Six o'clock!"
"Six o’clock?! What the hell are you waking me up for?!" An Yi’s fur practically stood on end from sheer irritation.
Scratching his head, Fang Jueming explained, "For martial artists, the early morning is when the purple qi rises from the east—the best time for cultivation! So I thought I’d call you, Master. Wait… who hurt you?"
His gaze sharpened as he noticed the faint bruises on An Yi’s neck and the claw marks streaking his bare torso.
An Yi couldn’t be bothered to respond. With a loud slam, he shut the door in Fang Jueming’s face.
"Cultivation? That’s what talentless martial artists waste their time on!"
An Yi eagerly closed the door, ready to get back to business.
But by then, Yan Zhi had already slipped into her fitted clothes, gently smoothing her silky hair.
Instantly, An Yi’s heart sank a little.
"Why were you so strong tonight?" Yan Zhi asked curiously.
Last time, he hadn’t even lasted half the night before she turned the tables and dominated him—just a tender youngling at her mercy.
An Yi cleared his throat. "I’ve always been like this. Last time was just… a fluke. I wasn’t well-rested. Anyway, look how nice the weather is today—"
"Never again, got it? Pretend this never happened. Treat it like a dream."
Yan Zhi glanced back at him, her slender figure now concealed beneath the white Law Enforcement Bureau uniform. With that, she strode away.
Once outside, she leaned against the wall, her long, shapely legs trembling slightly.
"That guy’s an absolute beast!"
Back in the room, An Yi dialed Wang Yuan’s number.
"Hey, A-Yuan."
"Boss, what do you need?"
"Raise the price of the Tiger Yang Pills to 300,000 per pill!"
"What?! That’s triple the original price! Will consumers accept that?"
"Just do as I say. How to make them accept it is your job as Marketing Director."
"Understood, Boss. I’ll make it happen."
Capital City.
The massive conference hall was packed with all sorts of people.
Anyone from the martial arts world who paid attention would be shocked—every single attendee was a heavyweight capable of shaking the entire martial arts scene on their own.
"Pfft, this is the Martial Arts Conference? Looks cheap as hell."
A red-haired youth slung a massive spear over his shoulder, grinning mockingly.
"Young Master, quiet, quiet!"
A man barely a meter tall—only reaching the red-haired youth’s knees—frantically shushed him, looking terrified.
The red-haired youth scoffed.
Freshly broken through to the Hua Jin realm, he was practically invincible in his own eyes.
"Sir, may I see your invitation? Weapons aren’t allowed inside."
A girl at the entrance blocked his path, her voice low but firm, her aura radiating martial energy.
The red-haired youth was about to throw a fit—until he realized the girl was a Hua Jin mid-stage expert!
And the special insignia on her uniform bore two words:
Hong Yuan.
Even the younger generation under the Law Enforcement Bureau’s Four Saints was this strong?!
"Tch. Han Liang doesn’t fight women. If you weren’t a girl, I’d have already taught you a lesson."
Grumbling, Han Liang reluctantly set down his spear.
"Trash. Try it."
A young man in pristine white Daoist robes strode in, his demeanor cold and arrogant.
His phoenix-like eyes gleamed with defiance.
Han Liang’s face paled.
He recognized him—Zhang Qianyu of Dragon Elephant Mountain!
Rumor had it this guy was already at the peak of Hua Jin! Recently ranked fourth on the Hidden Dragon List!
"Move."
Xiao Xiao shoved past Zhang Qianyu without a second glance, handing her invitation to the attendant.
At the sight of her, Han Liang’s heart skipped a beat.
Though dressed in Daoist robes, her beauty was undeniable, exuding an indescribable allure.
"Big Sis, can you at least save me some face?"
Zhang Qianyu grumbled, then cautiously glanced at the elderly Daoist behind him.
The old Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, silent yet radiating an otherworldly grace.
Zhang Qianyu rolled his eyes. "Tch. Just because your master’s here, you think you can bully me?"
Lv Zheng, his robes loosely draped and his chest exposed, sauntered in with a chuckle. "You’re here for formalities, not to embarrass Dragon Elephant Mountain."
Zhang Qianyu huffed. "Whatever. Not in the mood to show off anymore."
As the trio walked in, Han Liang’s back broke out in a cold sweat.
He didn’t recognize the other two, but he could guess—Xiao Xiao of Vast Heaven Pavilion and Lv Zheng of Pure Yang Temple!
The three greatest prodigies of the current Daoist Alliance!
And that old Daoist…
Han Liang shuddered, his legs nearly giving out.
Cangqiong Daoist!
A top-five ranked expert on the Heavenly Leaderboard!
"Something’s off. Why are all these monsters here today?"
The diminutive elder beside Han Liang whispered gravely, "Young Master, keep a low profile. Everyone here is extraordinary."
Han Liang gulped. "You think I don’t know that?!"
"Put the axe down."
Hong Yuan stared at the lanky youth carrying a massive battle-axe, her tone icy.
Mo Jiu’s eyes gleamed darkly. "My axe stays with me."
"Then should I shatter it for you?"
Jiang Cheng stepped forward, smiling faintly—yet his presence alone was suffocating.
"Xū Jìng?! You broke through?!"
Mo Jiu’s expression darkened.
Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed. "We’re talking about your axe. So—put it down, or not?"
Mo Jiu: "..."
In the end, Mo Jiu reluctantly set down his axe and strode inside.
"Hong Yuan, screen them thoroughly."
Jiang Cheng’s voice was low. "Blood Fiend Sect and Ten Thousand Demon Cave might be making moves soon."
"Well, well. Jiang Cheng. Long time no see."
A handsome young man strolled in, his lips curled in a perpetually sunny smile.
Jiang Cheng looked up, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "An Yi. Been waiting for you."
An Yi shrugged. "Sorry I’m late. Still letting people in?"
"Hand over your weapons!" Hong Yuan snapped.
Jiang Cheng waved a hand. "No need. You’d never find them even if he hid them."
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
This guy’s intel network was impressive—he even knew about his spatial storage?
"Let’s go."
Jiang Cheng led the way.
Being the last to enter, all eyes in the venue turned toward them.
"The Gate Master of Asura Sect, An Yi… To think he’s this young."
"He’s not even as old as my disciple. Was it really him who killed the Demon Hall’s Chi Xiao of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?"
"Tsk. Truly extraordinary."
Under the weight of countless stares, An Yi remained composed.
He wasn’t the same person anymore.
Ranked nineteenth on the Heavenly Leaderboard—this was proof of his strength!
In the entire Great Xia, few could rival him now.
An Yi swaggered with newfound confidence.
What he didn’t notice, however, was the faint trace of pity in the crowd’s eyes.
This kid… was in deep trouble.
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
] [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!"
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!
