Great Xia, Imperial Capital.
"Damn it, that live-in son-in-law, no idea what he does all day. Seems like he’s getting more and more arrogant," grumbled a balding middle-aged man in the kitchen, gripping a rolling pin indignantly.
Beside him, a woman dripping with jewelry complained, "He eats our food, drinks our stuff, and hasn’t earned a single penny since marrying Ting Ting! Back when Ting Ting was studying at Tsinghua, suitors lined up all the way to Great Britain. How did she end up picking this pretty-faced freeloader?"
The more the man thought about it, the angrier he got. Clutching the rolling pin, he declared, "No, today I’m gonna teach him a lesson!"
Just then, the faint sound of the door opening echoed.
Long Aoyun stepped inside, his cold gaze sweeping across the room.
The man shuddered, quickly grabbing a bowl of freshly made hand-pulled noodles and forcing a sycophantic smile. "Son-in-law, you must be tired after a long day. Here, try the noodles I made."
"Mm. Thanks."
Long Aoyun took the bowl, his tone indifferent.
"Here, your slippers are ready," the bejeweled woman chimed in, handing him a new pair. Watching him eat, she hesitated before tentatively adding, "So, Aoyun, don’t you think it’s time you got a—"
"Where’s Ting Ting?"
Long Aoyun took a sip of broth, cutting off his mother-in-law mid-sentence.
The balding man hurriedly answered, "She’s still at work. Should be back soon."
"I’m heading out. I’ll be back in about two days. Let Ting Ting know."
With that, Long Aoyun grabbed a briefcase by the door and left.
Only after the door closed did the elderly couple exhale in relief.
"Useless old man! Weren’t you gonna teach him a lesson?" The woman smacked her husband’s shoulder in frustration.
The man grimaced. "I wanted to, but that son-in-law is terrifying! One look from him, and my legs turn to jelly. I almost kneeled just now!"
"Ugh, why did Ting Ting have to fall for him?"
The mother-in-law was equally furious but helpless.
As a stepmother, she had hoped to leverage Ting Ting’s beauty to climb into high society.
But then, out of nowhere, Ting Ting brought home this pretty-faced nobody.
At first, they thought Long Aoyun was just an ordinary unemployed youth.
But then—
The most arrogant young masters of the Imperial Capital bowed and scraped before him like obedient grandsons.
Pinnacle martial artists, who usually carried themselves with unshakable pride, trembled and kowtowed at the sight of him.
Even high-ranking officials didn’t dare breathe too loudly in his presence.
Everything pointed to the fact that this son-in-law was anything but ordinary.
Yet, after two years of marriage, they still had no idea what he did. He came and went at odd hours, never contributing a single cent to the household.
Outside, Long Aoyun pulled out his phone and spoke in a low voice, "Yin Hu, guard the Imperial Capital. I’m heading to Yunzhou."
Chunnan Island.
Two streaks of light clashed in the sky, their overwhelming energy forcing everyone to keep their distance.
A radiant greatsword collided with the fang-like demonic blade!
Both combatants staggered back.
Michael was covered in wounds, the gash across his face particularly gruesome.
An Yi was worse off.
His tattered clothes were soaked in blood.
But with his Immortal Martial Body, his injuries slowly healed—aside from his ruined attire, there was no trace of damage.
Michael, hovering midair on wings of flame, watched An Yi with growing unease.
Ever since this brat turned silver-haired, his power had skyrocketed. There was no quick way to finish him.
Worse, his endless regeneration made every attack pointless.
Michael’s eyes turned icy. He couldn’t afford to drag this out. One decisive strike—that was all he had left.
An Yi shared the same thought.
His funds, combined with Qin Yao’s billion, were still substantial, but every minute burned a year of his lifespan—equivalent to 36 million!
It hurt just thinking about it.
And his mother-in-law wouldn’t last much longer.
Lin Lan, her heart pierced, was barely clinging to life thanks to the elixir King Taishan had provided.
Both men prepared for their final move.
Michael’s body radiated light, encasing him in a protective aura.
An Yi narrowed his eyes. A big move? And that shield was to buy time.
A head-on clash? Perfect.
Understanding Michael’s intent, An Yi switched to his heavy sword, gripping it with both hands. Surging sword energy roiled around him like tidal waves.
For a brief moment, both fighters stood perfectly still—a rare sight in such a fast-paced battle.
Michael’s greatsword gleamed like a cocoon of light. White energy erupted as he swung down with heaven-splitting force: "Divine Retribution!"
At the same time, An Yi, having gathered his strength, slowly opened his eyes.
Terrifying energy wreathed his heavy blade.
"Sixth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Arts—Tidal Fury!"
An Yi lunged forward, his sword sweeping horizontally like a raging tsunami, its blue edge flashing.
CLANG!
The greatsword and heavy blade collided.
Assassins from Heaven and warriors from the Underworld clutched their ears, blood streaming from their noses and eyes.
The sheer force of the clash was beyond mortal endurance.
Dust and debris flew. Trees were uprooted.
The deafening shockwave sent waves crashing ashore, seawater spraying into the sky!
Michael clutched his chest, vomiting blood. The impact had shredded his organs—he wouldn’t survive.
His four wings were destroyed, his power crippled.
The gauntlet housing his light sword had shattered.
Now, barely standing, he was a wreck.
Around him, everyone on Huiming Island had collapsed, unconscious or writhing in pain.
An Yi was down too, forcibly exiting his berserk state, his silver hair reverting to black.
His body was a mangled mess, blood pooling beneath him.
The heavy sword, however, stood pristine beside him, untouched by the clash that had obliterated Michael’s weapon.
Gritting his teeth, Michael staggered toward An Yi.
The kid wasn’t dead. He could hear faint, strengthening breaths. Given time, he’d recover completely.
Jealousy burned in Michael’s eyes.
A god, dying here?
No.
Even in death, he’d drag this brat to hell with him!
He raised a clawed hand, summoning a spike of light aimed straight for An Yi’s heart.
CLANG!
A black cane intercepted the spike, dispersing it effortlessly.
The newcomer was a tall, cold-eyed young man, his presence sharp as a blade.
Michael froze. "Lin Chen?"
"Cough!"
An Yi stirred, his wounds already halfway healed.
"Old Lin? What are you doing here?" An Yi blurted, shocked.
"Can you leave him to me?"
Lin Chen’s voice was icy, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.
The face before him—Michael’s—slowly overlapped with the blurred, pixelated image buried deep in his memories.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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】
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?!
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.
