The halberd swung down!
Three heads rolled to the ground.
King Chujiang—or rather, Michael—slowly retracted his weapon.
Though he had just slain three of the Underworld’s great hall masters in a single stroke, there was not a trace of joy in Michael’s eyes.
He had been outplayed by that woman. Or perhaps, his identity as Michael, the supreme leader of Heaven’s twelve SSS-ranked assassins, had already been exposed to her.
Interesting. So King Qinguang, who had always been at odds with Lin Lan, was actually her subordinate all along.
A cold smile curled at Michael’s lips as realization dawned on him.
King Qinguang, the first of the Ten Kings of the Underworld, had always been loyal to the Underworld’s ruler!
Their so-called disagreements? Nothing but an act!
Instead, he had unwittingly become Lin Lan’s pawn, used to eliminate three of the Underworld’s most treacherous traitors with his own hands!
What a masterstroke. What a brilliant move!
Michael sighed and shook his head, his expression darkening further.
Despite all his scheming, he had still fallen into Lin Lan’s trap.
Just how meticulous was this seemingly defenseless woman’s mind?
"Lord Michael, what should we do next?" a warrior stepped forward and asked.
Michael massaged his temples, grimacing. "Let’s go."
The taste of being outmaneuvered was truly bitter.
This debt—he would repay it in full!
"Report! The city gates have been sealed!" another warrior shouted.
"Sealed?"
Michael’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of unease passing through them.
Then, the acrid scent of gunpowder filled the air.
His pupils dilated with fury.
Spiritfire explosives!
The entire place was rigged with them!
Their destructive power could gravely injure even warriors. Knowing Lin Lan, she had likely planted them throughout the entire city.
This woman had set this trap from the very beginning!
"All forces, listen! Break through the gates! Evacuate immediately!" Michael roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Would all his efforts today be reduced to ashes?!
He refused to accept it!
Just then, a swirling portal materialized on the wall.
A middle-aged man in a refined hat appeared before Michael, smiling amiably.
"Long time no see, Lord Michael—the first leader of Heaven’s organization of Asian descent!"
Michael’s gaze turned icy as he stared at the unexpected visitor. "Mo Gu?"
Mo Gu, a renowned high-ranking officer of the Law Enforcement Bureau.
He recognized this man for another reason—he knew his other title.
The leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, the foremost of the Eight Immortals—Immortal Gu!
Immortal Gu gestured invitingly, his smile unwavering. "The entire hall has been locked down by Lin Lan, but you can escape through here!"
Michael glared at the dark, swirling portal before stepping through without hesitation.
He had no other choice.
On an island in the middle of the ocean.
In the courtyard of a villa.
Lin Lan, draped in a silk robe, sipped from a glass of red wine, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass.
If all went according to plan, the timing should be just about right.
Her gaze turned cold as she looked up at the sky.
"Mom, I’ve got news about Brother!" Qin Yao called out, leaning out the window.
Lin Lan’s icy demeanor melted into a gentle smile. "What is it?"
"The Righteous Faction has been conquered!" Qin Yao exclaimed, carrying her laptop outside and scrolling through the updates. "Who knew that poker-faced guy could be so strong!"
"Don’t call him that. He’s your brother," Lin Lan chided lightly, tapping Qin Yao’s forehead affectionately.
The news displayed on the screen declared Lin Chen’s new title—the God of Death.
Lin Lan’s gaze lingered on his stern face, lost in thought.
It had been so long since she’d last seen him.
"Who would’ve thought… the Asura Sect from back then has grown into a force capable of shaping the world. I can’t afford to fall behind," Qin Yao murmured, her eyes dimming slightly.
She still remembered the boy who once dominated the basketball court, drenched in sweat.
Who could’ve imagined that, in such a short time, he would rise to such terrifying heights?
Now, she could only watch from afar as their figures grew more distant.
She wanted to be useful, but she didn’t know how to help them.
No matter how hard she tried, the gap between them only widened.
Lin Lan studied Qin Yao’s expression, hesitating.
For some reason, she saw a reflection of her younger self in her daughter.
Though naive and kind-hearted, Qin Yao was sharp-witted and tenacious—just like she had been.
A bold idea surfaced in Lin Lan’s mind.
From the beginning, she had groomed Lin Chen as her successor.
But she knew his temperament made him unsuitable.
His burning hatred for the Underworld meant his first act as ruler would likely be its destruction.
And now that Lin Chen had become the Asura Sect’s second-in-command, he could never inherit the throne.
She would never allow the mighty Underworld to become a vassal of another organization.
"Yao Yao, have you thought about your future?" Lin Lan asked softly.
Qin Yao pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "No."
"Then… have you ever considered inheriting the position of Underworld ruler?"
Lin Lan’s question struck Qin Yao like a bolt of lightning, leaving her frozen in shock.
Meanwhile, in the capital.
An Yi lounged in a hammock, secretly watching an educational video.
One benefit of absorbing the bearded man’s memories was that he could now understand the language of the Cloud Country!
The instructors’ words no longer required subtitles—everything made perfect sense.
Even the plotlines had become engaging.
The usually chaotic base was eerily quiet today.
An Yi tugged off his headphones, unnerved. "Why are you all staring at me? Get back to whatever you were doing!"
This was a den of lawless assassins.
Normally, the place was a madhouse—louder and rowdier than a marketplace.
Drinking, brawling, smoking—it was a scene of utter pandemonium.
But today, everyone was on their best behavior.
Not even a single whispered insult about his bald head.
It was unsettling.
"Boss, that actress you’re watching—she’s a friend of mine. Want me to introduce you?" Mikawa Nako asked, massaging An Yi’s shoulders as she glanced at the screen.
"Seriously?!" An Yi blurted out.
This was one of his favorite instructors!
Ahem. "No need. I’m just studying the Cloud Country’s traditional culture. Not interested in meeting anyone in person," he declared righteously.
"Boss, want some wine? I’ve got a vintage bottle!"
"Boss, check out this gun—it’s been passed down in my family since we killed pirates!"
"Boss, my glutes are legendary. Everyone says so—"
Suddenly, everyone was clamoring to please him.
An Yi was baffled. What the hell had gotten into these idiots today?
Click.
The base doors swung open.
Kim Jung-ho staggered in, covered in blood.
"You’re back!" An Yi grinned. This guy, nicknamed the Golden Leopard, had taken down the most assassins.
A true MVP.
"Boss, Kim Jung-ho has eliminated 29 assassins," he announced proudly.
Then, he pulled out a few comic magazines from his coat. "And here’s a little something from home—Secret Lessons, My Stepmom’s Friends, The Pretty Noona—uncensored editions! A humble gift for you, Boss!"
An Yi: "…"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
