After the exchange of punches,
An Yi and Fu each took a few steps back.
"You did that on purpose!"
Fu said coldly.
This kid was strong but deliberately held back.
The only reason he had been obedient to Qiu Xu was to wait for the moment his bodyguard let his guard down—so he could deliver a brutal kick to Qiu Xu!
"No, you're overthinking it. I'm not that kind of person."
An Yi replied calmly.
Truthfully, he didn’t want to provoke Qiu Xu.
If he could endure it, he would. He wasn’t some reckless hothead.
But this guy was pushing his luck, practically begging for a beating!
An Yi had a high tolerance, but his limits were low. The moment Qiu Xu ordered him to fetch a drink, he’d already wanted to punch him.
But if he had acted then, this bodyguard would have stopped him. And missing the chance to smack such an insufferable rich brat would have been a real shame.
So, he had waited, watching for the moment Fu let his guard slip—before delivering a thunderous strike to Qiu Xu!
"H-Hurgh, y-you musht kill him!"
Several store clerks worked together to move the shelves aside and drag Qiu Xu out.
His jaw was fractured, making speech impossible. His neck was bent at an unnatural angle, and his body was littered with injuries from crashing into the shelves—including a broken arm.
Yet his eyes burned with venom.
Never in his life had he been beaten, let alone kicked so viciously.
If he didn’t get revenge, he swore he wasn’t human!
An Yi had held back—no permanent damage, no fatal injuries. Otherwise, he’d be eating prison food.
All he’d done was break the guy’s jaw. The other injuries? Just collateral damage from slamming into the shelves. Not his problem. Probably needed a year or so to recover.
"Understood, Young Master!"
Fu’s voice was icy, his tone gruff.
An Yi couldn’t help but marvel. "You two have some real master-servant chemistry. Even like this, you understand him."
By now, the entire supermarket was thick with tension.
Fu clenched his fists, and his suit split apart with a series of rips.
With a tearing sound, the fabric burst into shreds, scattering like confetti.
His muscles, sculpted and gleaming as if waxed, were a sight to behold—his abs and chest like chiseled granite, putting even professional bodybuilders to shame.
An Yi, watching from the opposite side, thought it looked cool. He considered using the qi technique he’d recently learned to explode his own employee uniform off.
But one glance at Fu’s monstrous physique made him hesitate. Sure, he had a six-pack, but nothing that extreme. The sheer presence alone made him feel three parts weaker.
"You. Come."
Fu beckoned with a mocking gesture.
An Yi rolled up his sleeves, grinning wildly.
This hulk might be strong, but since coming to this world, he’d feared no one!
Whoosh!
In an instant, An Yi shot forward like a gust of wind, his leg arcing toward Fu’s face.
To ordinary eyes, his speed was unreal—they couldn’t even track his movement.
By the time they registered his position, he was already mid-air, his foot smashing into Fu’s face with a sickening crack.
An Yi landed, breathing slightly hard.
The entire sequence had been flawless—no hesitation, no holding back.
Yet Fu stood unmoved, as steady as an iron tower, having taken the full force of the kick with his face.
"Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic."
Fu spat out a bloody tooth, his voice dripping with disdain.
The onlookers: "…"
Damn, this guy knew how to show off.
An Yi swung another punch, aiming sideways at Fu.
But Fu was faster. He crossed his arms, blocking the strike effortlessly.
His reflexes were insane!
An Yi’s expression darkened.
Without pause, he launched a barrage of attacks—fists, kicks, elbows, knees—each more vicious than the last.
Yet Fu either deflected them or simply absorbed the hits, unfazed.
Crack!
An Yi’s fist was caught mid-swing, Fu’s massive hand clamping down like a vice.
The grip was crushing!
Before An Yi could react, Fu yanked him off his feet and hurled him like a ragdoll.
Boom!
Boom!
Two shelves collapsed under the impact.
"An Yi!"
Lan Ruoxi’s face paled as she rushed forward.
"G-Get him!"
Qiu Xu, still slumped in his chair with a crooked neck, nearly jumped up in excitement.
This was the payback he’d been waiting for!
"Stay out of it!"
An Yi pushed himself up from the wreckage, his gaze sharpening.
"Tough little bastard."
Fu’s eyes flickered with surprise.
He hadn’t held back—that throw should’ve shattered bones.
A normal person would’ve been reduced to a broken mess like Qiu Xu. Yet An Yi looked barely fazed.
Fu realized then—he’d underestimated this kid. That lean frame was deceptive.
Qiu Xu seethed. He’d thought An Yi was fragile, but the guy could tank hits like a damn fortress!
The store manager, her face ghostly pale, shrieked in despair. "Take your fight outside! My—"
Fu’s cold glare cut her off.
Thud.
She collapsed like a sack of meat, instantly shutting up.
Meanwhile, An Yi discreetly opened his system interface.
"Fifty Evil Points—dump them into Combat Mastery."
"Upgrade [Qi Control] to Lv2!"
"Throw the rest into Strength and Speed!"
He swiftly allocated his stockpiled Evil Points.
The 100 points from his last major quest had been a windfall, and with smaller tasks adding up, he now had 120.
The moment the upgrades took effect, he felt the difference.
"You. Come."
An Yi mirrored Fu’s earlier taunt.
Fu snorted dismissively.
From their earlier exchange, he knew this kid was strong—but still beneath him. Defeat was inevitable.
And yet, here he was, daring to provoke him?
Fu charged like a raging bull.
The supermarket’s cheap flooring, installed to cut costs, cracked under his stomps. The manager’s face turned green.
His fist descended like a falling boulder, carrying terrifying momentum.
To bystanders, the scene was horrifying.
An Yi, though not frail, suddenly seemed as fragile as a twig.
Yet as the punch neared his face—An Yi raised a palm.
The collision forced him back a single step.
Fu froze.
His full-power strike… only made the kid take one step back?
No way!
The crowd gasped.
That punch had been terrifying—enough to make anyone wet themselves. Yet An Yi had stopped it with what looked like minimal effort.
The whole thing felt surreal.
Fu’s dark complexion shifted. His composure wavered.
Had this kid been hiding his strength all along?
How else could he explain this sudden transformation?
"My turn."
An Yi grinned, flashing white teeth.
His handsome face, in that moment, sent a chill down Fu’s spine.
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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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!
. 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!"
