In the forest.
A fierce wind howled, rustling the surrounding trees.
Crack!
A tree trunk as thick as a bowl snapped, revealing two figures locked in combat.
Sardokil gripped his cavalry saber, his attacks lightning-fast. The curved blade specialized in slashing strikes—light, agile, and deadly!
The whistling arcs of his blade carried a biting chill through the air.
In contrast, An Yi’s imposing zhanmadao (horse-chopping saber) looked mighty but was clearly at a disadvantage against such finesse.
Sssshink!
The curved blade evaded An Yi’s frontal strike and sliced straight toward his shoulder.
A spray of blood scattered!
Sardokil darted past effortlessly, his saber spinning midair before he caught it again, its edge gleaming coldly under the moonlight.
"The heavy blades of Yunchu Country are too crude—their techniques are laughably simplistic!"
Sardokil remarked casually.
His strength was comparable to the late Xujing stage.
From his perspective, the power An Yi had displayed so far posed no challenge at all.
What a waste of his long journey to Daxia!
An Yi tugged at his clothes, covering the wound.
Thanks to his Undying Martial Body, the injury had already healed—but he couldn’t let it be seen.
"Ito-sama!"
Mikawa Nako called softly from a safe distance, making no move to assist.
Back at the base, a crowd of assassins from the Raksha organization huddled together.
They were watching the live broadcast of An Yi and Sardokil’s duel through surveillance feeds.
"Place your bets! Boss or Sardokil—who’s taking this?"
"I’m putting mine on the Samoyed!"
"Same, all in on the Labrador!"
"Alaska’s one of the Twelve Chieftains—with the serum boost, he’s way too strong!"
"Come on, not a single bet on the Boss? What kind of odds are these?"
The assassins bickered and jeered.
They were a lawless bunch to begin with. Though An Yi was their leader, few truly respected him.
After all, compared to legends like the Poison Master Bob, the Mechanical Hand Gene, the Crippled Wolf Kim Jung-ho, or the Gunslinger Kevin…
There were plenty of more notorious killers around. Many still resented An Yi for ending up as their chief.
They wanted to see just what this ordinary-looking, bald, bearded man was capable of.
If An Yi died here at Sardokil’s hands, the Raksha organization might as well disband.
"Heh, don’t get too cocky!"
An Yi grinned at Sardokil, hefting his zhanmadao as his aura surged.
Truthfully, such a heavy weapon didn’t suit him.
If he kept relying on the bearded man’s amateurish skills, he’d be finished.
"Big talk!"
Sardokil’s curved blade flashed coldly as he slashed forward.
An Yi swung the zhanmadao in a sweeping horizontal strike!
Clang!
The massive saber clashed with the nimble blade—only to be cleanly severed!
The cut was razor-smooth.
Sardokil smirked.
But just as he pressed his advantage, a barrage of steel needles shot toward his face!
"Cheap shot!"
His sharp eyes flared with anger as he hastily raised his saber to deflect the needles.
Then—
A cloud of crimson smoke billowed down, enveloping him.
"Poison!"
Sardokil’s expression darkened. He clamped a hand over his mouth and nose, blocking the toxic fumes.
An Yi smirked and snapped his fingers. A spark ignited.
Suddenly—
Flames erupted, engulfing everything.
Scarlet fire roared to life!
The inferno swallowed Sardokil whole.
The battle had turned in an instant.
Before Sardokil could react, he was already trapped in the blaze.
"The toxin’s stronger now!"
His face twisted in pain.
The ignited red smoke acted like acid—wherever it touched skin, it burned and itched as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh.
Clang!
At the last second—
Sardokil’s instincts kicked in. He caught a hidden projectile between his teeth mid-flame.
A kunai!
"Pah!"
He spat it out immediately.
But just that brief contact—
His lips had swollen like sausages, all traces of his earlier composure gone.
"What kind of poison is this?!"
So potent!
Before he could process it, a spine-chilling sense of danger prickled his skin.
A longsword thrust toward his back!
"Fck!"
Sardokil dodged—but not fast enough. A dagger pierced through his lung.
"Cough—!"
Staggering out of the fire, he gasped for air, feeling as if he’d narrowly escaped death.
His exposed skin was corroded, raw and bloody. His chest dripped crimson.
From afar, the kunoichi Mikawa Nako watched in shock, covering her mouth.
"This…
is too underhanded!"
If she’d only suspected before, she was now absolutely certain—
This man was definitely not Ito Jiro!
Back at the base, the assassins were stunned by An Yi’s dirty tactics.
None had ever seen such shameless combat.
"Damn, that’s ruthless! I love it!"
"Hahaha, that’s our Boss for you!"
"New bets! I’m putting 2K on the Boss and the rest on the Samoyed!"
Despite An Yi’s cunning, they still didn’t believe he’d win.
Back on the battlefield—
"Tsk tsk. Really? This is all Alaska, one of the Twelve Chieftains of Heaven, has got?"
An Yi twirled his dagger with a carefree smirk, eyeing Sadochil with amusement.
Sadochil’s sharp gaze locked onto An Yi.
To him, this kid’s skills were mediocre at best.
Yet, his underhanded tricks never ended!
Just now, he’d let his guard down.
"Kid, you’ve got nerve—forcing me to use this!"
Sadochil pulled out a syringe and injected it into his arm.
Indescribable ecstasy!
Raw power surged through his veins, his muscles burning with intensity.
His heart pounded like a war drum, blood roaring through every artery!
But then—a searing, unbearable pain erupted from his waist, growing sharper by the second.
Sadochil glanced down.
A combat knife was buried deep in his side, blood gushing out like a broken faucet.
Fury ignited in his chest.
"This bastard! Absolute scum!"
Even during an injection, the kid had to stab him in the back?!
An Yi tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Why didn’t you dodge?"
Clang!
Sadochil yanked the knife from his kidney and hurled it onto the pavement, his face darkening.
"The Black Panther’s strength… impressive."
He grinned, crouching low like a predator coiled to strike, murder in his eyes.
"Against true power, all your tricks are worthless."
An Yi remained unfazed as Sadochil charged.
Meanwhile, the assassins in the base caught on.
"Something’s off. As one of the Twelve Leaders, shouldn’t Sadochil have access to pure-grade serum?"
One assassin voiced the doubt, turning to Kevin the Gunslinger—the only among them who’d completed a high-difficulty mission for the Paradise Organization and earned a flawed dose.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
