In a villa in the imperial capital,
a middle-aged man wearing a top hat and sporting a mustache sipped his tea leisurely.
Reading the message on his phone, he sighed faintly, "The fools from Izumo Country truly can't do anything right. Well, I never had high hopes for them anyway."
The man stood up, elegantly removing his hat.
His gaze fell on the Law Enforcer uniform hanging on the coat rack, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile as he murmured, "Old friend, I'm afraid it's time for us to part ways."
With a single clench of his fist, the pristine white uniform of a senior Law Enforcer was instantly shredded by a surge of energy.
A mirror-like surface shimmered into existence on what had seemed like an ordinary wall.
The man smirked faintly. "I suppose it's about time."
As he spoke, his figure dissolved into the wall, vanishing without a trace.
Outside, the flickering candle lamps, deprived of fuel, abruptly extinguished.
"Listen up, whoever's inside! You're surrounded!"
Hong Lu, clad in a Law Enforcer uniform, kicked the door open, gun in hand.
But the room was already empty.
Yan Zhi arrived shortly after, her delicate brows furrowing as she demanded coldly, "What's going on? Where is he?"
"Sir, he—he's gone!" a Law Enforcer reported with a salute.
Beside him, Hong Lu gritted his teeth and growled, "We have to find him. Dig three feet underground if we have to, but he must be brought to justice!"
Yan Zhi fell into deep thought.
The middle-aged man was named Mo Gu.
On the surface, he had served diligently in the Law Enforcement Bureau for thirty years, rising from a lowly Law Enforcer to a senior officer in the headquarters.
Who could have guessed that this man was actually a member of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?
Yan Zhi clenched her fists, her phoenix-like eyes burning with fury.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect's rampant activities over the years had undoubtedly been facilitated by his interference.
He had abused his authority to grant safe passage to the sect's demonic practitioners.
The Gourd Immortal, who had been hiding in Jiangbei City, murdering people and raising blood slaves—all of it was Mo Gu's doing!
"Sir Yan Zhi, I—I swear I didn’t know Mo Gu was part of the Hundred Ghosts Sect! You have to believe me!"
Yang Chengbin, his wrists shackled in silver cuffs, trembled uncontrollably, a far cry from his usual arrogance.
He was terrified.
Who would have thought that the man he had followed for twenty years was a traitor?
Having spent decades in the Law Enforcement Bureau, he knew full well that as Mo Gu's right-hand man, he was doomed.
Yan Zhi shot him a cold glance. "Confess your crimes and cooperate, and perhaps you'll receive leniency."
At this, Yang Chengbin paled.
Confessing to those crimes was no different from a death sentence.
"We caught him."
Jiang Cheng, his bald head gleaming, dragged a burly man by his beard, grinning cheerfully.
His smile was as harmless as ever—if not for the fact that the bearded man was battered and bloodied.
The bearded man struggled to open his bruised, swollen eyes.
This guy was a monster—not just in strength, but in personality.
In just three exchanges, despite being of the same Void Realm, he had been beaten to a pulp.
In broken Western language, he spat, "The Sacred Knights will never forgive you."
Thud!
A silver-knuckled fist smashed into his face.
The bearded man's head spun, blood trickling from his brow.
"Spill it. Who are you really?" Jiang Cheng yanked his beard, forcing him to meet his gaze.
The bearded man grinned, blood dripping from his lips. "Just a nobody from the Sacred Knights!"
Thud!
Another punch landed.
"Going to talk?" Jiang Cheng asked, still smiling.
"I'm with the Sacred Knights!"
Thud!
"Talk!"
"I—"
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
Finally, the bearded man couldn't hold on any longer, his consciousness fading.
His face was so battered it was barely recognizable, yet he stubbornly refused to break.
Gazing at the sky, he managed a weak smile.
He hadn't betrayed Izumo Country. He had remained loyal to the end.
He was a martyr.
Even under such brutal torture, he hadn't yielded.
Yan Zhi glanced at the collapsed man. "What about him?"
Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Ito Jiro's lips are sealed. Won't admit he's a shadow-level ninja from Izumo Country, even if it kills him."
The bearded man: "..."
You already knew, so why the hell did you ask?!
Jiang Cheng looked down at him coolly. "The Law Enforcement Bureau owes the Asura Sect a huge favor this time."
If not for An Yi's tip-off,
they would never have suspected Mo Gu, a senior Law Enforcer in the capital, of being part of the Hundred Ghosts Sect.
Jiang Cheng mused, "Izumo's ninjas are colluding with the Hundred Ghosts Sect's demons. Now that's interesting."
Yan Zhi glared at him. "How can you laugh about this?"
The thought alone was chilling.
A man had infiltrated the Law Enforcement Bureau for thirty years!
"The bald one's already organizing a purge. No one's escaping this time," Jiang Cheng said lightly, though his eyes glinted with cold fury.
"How did you know the bearded guy and Mo Gu were working together?" Lin Chen asked between bites of breakfast, eyes fixed on the news.
An Yi replied, "Hongtian caught his scent."
"That mutt's tracking skills are top-notch. He sniffed out that the bearded guy had visited Mo Gu's residence before."
"Quite the achievement—unearthing a thirty-year mole so easily," Lin Chen remarked, even he found it hard to believe.
Hongtian, gnawing on a steak, chimed in, "You humans are too crafty, scheming all the time. Pity I lost my mind-reading ability—otherwise, no one could hide from me."
Ziyue eyed him curiously. "You could really read minds?"
"Once could," Hongtian said dismissively. "Don't get excited. I’ve no interest in your petty thoughts."
"Ugh! Stupid mutt!" Ziyue huffed, still resentful about Hongtian's past desire to eat her.
"By the way, how did you recover from those injuries?" An Yi asked thoughtfully.
Lin Chen replied flatly, "That's a secret."
An Yi: "..."
So what if I didn’t tell you about my Undying Body?
I even shared Hongtian's secret crush on golden retrievers with you! What a petty guy!
Lin Chen flexed his arm, testing his grip.
He had to admit, last night's infusion of spiritual energy from the jade pendant had been agonizing, but the tempering had not only healed his wounds but also pushed his strength further.
Now, he had likely reached the mid-stage of the Void Realm.
Still, An Yi had also made startling progress in just a few days.
That mid-air maneuver he pulled last night was downright terrifying.
Just then, Lin Chen's phone buzzed—an incoming call from Qin Yao.
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.
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?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
