Here he comes!
Lin Chen stepped onto the stage, gripping his Cloud-Splitting Staff.
Kim Jung-ho’s face lit up with triumph.
Ever since Lin Chen had burst onto the scene, he had been keeping an eye on him. Facing Lin Chen in battle had been his long-held desire. As a practitioner of staff techniques himself, he was eager to measure his skills against this warrior who had mastered the essence of the Great Xia’s diverse staff schools.
"Lin Chen!"
"Lin Chen!"
The women in the crowd erupted into screams, cheering him on—his presence alone had already won half the battle.
"Go, Jung-ho!"
"Invincible Lone Wolf!"
The assassins of Rakshasa also roared in support of Kim Jung-ho.
Of course, cheers aside, none of them actually believed Jung-ho stood a chance against Lin Chen. After all, this was the Grim Reaper who had taken down Raphael, Heaven’s strongest fighter!
"Thunderbird!"
Kim Jung-ho didn’t hold back, immediately unleashing his ultimate move. His figure blurred like lightning as he shot forward.
Lin Chen didn’t even flinch. His Cloud-Splitting Staff whistled through the air, striking back faster than Jung-ho’s attack.
Jung-ho reacted swiftly, raising his staff to block.
Clang!
The two staffs collided.
A numbing pain shot through Jung-ho’s arm.
His three-section staff clattered to the ground.
Before he could even process what had happened, Lin Chen’s staff was already pointed at his throat.
"This…"
Gene the Mechanical Hand and the other Rakshasa assassins exchanged stunned glances.
They knew Lin Chen was strong, but they hadn’t expected him to end the fight in a single exchange.
Kim Jung-ho was someone who could go toe-to-toe with Ariel, the leader of Heaven!
Yet Lin Chen’s strength was on an entirely different level.
Chen Bing sighed. "This guy… still doesn’t know how to hold back."
"Alright, I surrender."
Kim Jung-ho raised his hands in defeat, his voice tinged with frustration. "Your staff skills are superior. I concede."
"The Grim Reaper of Asura Gate truly lives up to his reputation."
The overwhelming gap in their abilities left him disheartened.
"You fought well," Lin Chen replied calmly, retracting his staff.
"Lin Chen! I love you!"
"My doors are always open for you!"
A chorus of cheers erupted as the women of the Rose Hall surged forward, nearly mobbing him.
Then—a sniper rifle clicked into place.
Silence fell instantly.
Su Xue’er adjusted her glasses, holstered the rifle, and smirked triumphantly before following Lin Chen.
"Ah, A-Chen… I came all the way from the capital. It’s been days since we last met, hasn’t it?"
"Mn."
"Did you notice? I got new glasses. Do they look good?"
Chen Bing pushed up his black-framed glasses and grinned at the dejected Kim Jung-ho. "You should’ve challenged him two months ago. His strength now is unfathomable."
Kim Jung-ho sighed. "He’s even stronger than I imagined."
"Ha! Serves you right, rookie," the assassins teased.
"Piss off!" Jung-ho snapped. "At least I had the guts to fight! Could any of you do better?"
"Come on, let’s toast to the Lone Wolf’s defeat!"
"Go to hell! I’m not drinking—glug glug!"
The atmosphere was electric, but soon, a question arose among the crowd.
"Where’s the Gate Lord, An Yi?"
"Friends, raise your glasses—drain them dry!"
An Yi, arriving fashionably late, extinguished the flames at his feet and materialized in the center of the gathering.
The crowd erupted.
"Bottoms up!"
In an instant, the grandest firework of the night exploded across the sky, illuminating all of Asura Island.
"Gate Lord! A toast from Wang Xuan of the Righteous Faction!"
"Boss, first time meeting you—I’ll drink first. You take your time!"
"Big bro…"
What followed was pure torture for An Yi.
Round after round of toasts, an endless cycle of drinking.
The members of Asura Gate seemed to have conspired—each faction took turns offering drinks. First the Rakshasa assassins, then the Rose Hall and 16K from Hong Kong, followed by the Underworld faction, and finally the Elephant Corps…
An Yi prided himself on his alcohol tolerance, but even he was soon reeling, utterly disoriented.
As the Gate Lord, he was the center of attention on this grand occasion—there was no refusing.
Then, the spotlight shifted.
The crowd hushed, turning their gazes toward the stage.
"F-Finally… I’m saved!" An Yi slurred, his face flushed with intoxication.
Shangguan Qianqian stepped into the light, breathtaking in her resplendent attire.
Normally cool and aloof, tonight she was a vision in a fiery red gown—an angel fallen into hell, perfectly balancing allure and elegance.
Her slender, curvaceous figure, porcelain skin beneath the crimson silk, and flawlessly sculpted features outshone even the most stunning women of the Rose Hall.
Yet, for some reason, she looked slightly weary, her complexion paler than usual.
"Shangguan Qianqian!"
"Qianqian!!!!"
The men below went wild, screaming her name.
Who was the most popular female singer in Great Xia right now?
Shangguan Qianqian—without question. Her fame extended internationally, and even the foreign assassins of Rakshasa roared for her.
The moment she lifted the microphone, her crystal-clear voice filled the air, and the crowd fell silent.
"How can I describe you most fittingly?"
"What can compare to you to make it special?"
"My feelings for you are intense,"
"Yet I don’t fully understand—just following intuition."
Thousands raised their hands, singing along.
The chorus of voices was awe-inspiring.
"You’re like the comfort of a quilt,"
"Yet elusive as the wind."
"Like the scent of perfume on a wrist,"
"Like the red high heels I can’t resist."
"You drank this much?"
Qin Yao snatched An Yi from Mikawa Nako’s grasp, supporting him as they staggered back to his room.
Seeing him barely able to walk, she sighed.
"I-I’m not drunk… pfft, I’m the Night Emperor…"
An Yi grinned, his face beet red, looking adorably silly.
"Sure, sure. You’re not drunk. You’re the strongest in the world," Qin Yao humored him, guiding him like a child.
Back in his room, she carefully wiped the spilled alcohol from his clothes and struggled to remove his jacket.
"W-Wait, why bother with all this?"
Still dazed, An Yi clenched his fists—and his upper garments exploded into shreds.
"Let’s keep going!"
He forced his eyes open, then tackled a stunned Qin Yao onto the bed.
As her clothes were tossed aside one by one, she panicked. "W-Wait! I’m not ready yet!"
"What’s there to prepare for?"
An Yi, still drunk, smirked before kissing her.
A jolt of electricity shot through her—her mind went blank.
Qin Yao’s eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings as she slowly closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment.
Her arms wrapped around An Yi’s neck.
Then, he moved from her lips, trailing kisses down her chin—
"Wait…"
Blushing furiously, Qin Yao didn’t resist. Finally, as if resigning herself, she shut her eyes.
But after a long pause… nothing happened.
"Hey?" she whispered.
Only the sound of An Yi’s soft snoring answered her.
He had fallen asleep on top of her.
"Idiot!"
Unsure whether to be disappointed or annoyed, Qin Yao rolled her eyes, gently shifting him onto the bed and tucking him in.
Her fingers brushed his cheek, and she smiled. "Jerk… even asleep, you’re infuriating."
After redressing, she turned to leave—
When An Yi suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Don’t go."
Qin Yao paused, let out a soft sigh, and lay back down by the bedside, gazing at him tenderly as she murmured, "Mm, I won’t leave."
An Yi pulled Qin Yao into his embrace, his voice slurred as he whispered, "I came to save you. Wait for me... you have to wait for me."
Her delicate frame trembled slightly. Qin Yao looked at An Yi, then relaxed as if resolved, replying gently, "Mm, then I’ll wait for you."
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.
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!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
