The beast tide dispersed!
Below, An Yi sheathed his Dragon Fang Demon Sword, tossing three spirit cores in his hand as he walked over leisurely.
Wei Feng was utterly shocked. As he watched An Yi approach, his legs trembled uncontrollably.
A single person, standing against the beast tide.
He could hardly imagine just how terrifyingly powerful this being was.
An Yi raised his head, gazing at this entirely new world, and grinned: "Finally out!"
For the past three days, all he had seen were mountains and forests—he was sick of it.
"I am Wei Feng! Thank you for your assistance, esteemed sir!"
Suppressing the trembling in his heart, Wei Feng strode forward and bowed respectfully.
This man was the great savior of the Wei family.
The soldiers looked at An Yi with deep gratitude.
Had An Yi not intervened, they would have had to throw their lives against the beast tide!
"Assistance? What assistance?"
An Yi was momentarily confused. Then, noticing the wooden barricades surrounding them, he understood and cleared his throat. "Just a small effort, not worth mentioning!"
Wei Feng said solemnly, "This beast tide came suddenly and fiercely. Without your help, our Wei family would have been overrun! This is a great kindness!"
Hearing this, An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Those beasts... well, he was the one who had driven them here.
Hmm, right—he had saved these people!
"Young hero, your injury..." Wei Feng couldn't help but ask.
He clearly remembered seeing this benefactor get slashed by a Green-Eyed Lion while showing off earlier.
"Injury? Impossible! Just a few lions—they couldn’t hurt me."
An Yi waved his hand dismissively.
Wei Feng glanced at An Yi’s back—his clothes were torn, but there was no wound. Wait, that wasn’t right! He had definitely seen blood!
"Tell me, where is the Azure Luan Pavilion?" An Yi asked casually.
"Azure Luan Pavilion?"
Wei Feng pondered before replying, "It’s quite a distance from here. Why not rest at our clan first, young hero?"
"Fine."
An Yi thought for a moment and agreed.
Wei City.
A town steeped in ancient charm.
The scenery was straight out of an old painting.
Blue-tiled houses stood in neat rows.
On the emerald river, black-canopied boats lay anchored.
Stone bridges, riverbanks, and passersby all dressed in ancient attire.
As An Yi walked through, admiring the surroundings, it felt like stepping into a Jiangnan water town.
Now he understood why Shen Muxuan had been wearing ancient-style clothing when they first met.
Turns out, everyone in this world dressed like people from a thousand years ago in Great Xia.
So An Yi, in his modern casual wear, stood out like a sore thumb.
Carrying an oil-paper bag of pastries, he strolled along, munching as he took in the riverside scenery.
The pastries weren’t bad—simple, without all those weird additives.
This place wouldn’t be bad for a vacation.
"Young hero, the Wei family estate is just ahead."
Wei Feng stopped before a grand mansion.
In Wei Family Town, the Wei family was the undisputed leading clan, and their residence reflected their status.
"Let’s go."
An Yi glanced up and chuckled.
After days in the wilderness, he was exhausted.
Wei Feng smiled. "Please, come in."
Just as they entered, a young man holding a sword hurried over.
"Uncle! The beast tide dispersed?"
The youth asked, then added, "I saw the signal flare you sent."
Wei Feng said proudly, "Indeed, and we have Young Hero An Yi to thank for that."
"Him?"
The youth looked An Yi up and down in disbelief.
This guy couldn’t be older than twenty—younger than him!
"You think I’m weak, don’t you? Then you’ll challenge me, insisting on a duel?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, interrogating him.
The youth panicked, waving his hands. "No, no! I wouldn’t dare!"
"Impossible. I’ve seen through your tricks."
"Really, I swear!"
Wei Feng quickly interjected with a smile, "This is my nephew, Wei Xiang. He’s an inner disciple of the Profound Sky Sect, just home for a visit."
"Oh, I see."
An Yi released Wei Xiang’s collar and grinned. "This kid looks sharp."
Wei Xiang forced a stiff smile.
This guy was at the Void Realm’s peak?
Did he start cultivating in the womb?
At twenty-four, Wei Xiang had reached the early Transformation Realm, earning his place as an inner disciple—something he’d been proud of.
But this kid was on another level entirely!
"Young Hero An, the family banquet is ready. Please!"
Wei Feng gestured warmly.
An Yi mimicked their customs with an awkward cupped-fist salute. "Much obliged."
Once An Yi entered, Wei Xiang pulled Wei Feng aside and whispered, "Uncle, did he really drive back the beast tide?"
Wei Feng nodded solemnly. "He slaughtered all six Green-Eyed Lions."
Wei Xiang’s face paled.
Those six lions had plagued Wei Family Town for nearly a century—and this kid wiped them out?
Green-Eyed Lions were far stronger than ordinary fourth-tier demonic beasts!
Wei Xiang sucked in a cold breath, muttering, "Terrifying!"
Wei Feng said seriously, "We’ll announce it to the whole town. The patriarch even plans to erect a merit stele for Young Hero An!"
"Good!"
Wei Xiang’s eyes burned with admiration.
A Void Realm peak expert—even the Profound Sky Sect’s elders would steer clear of him.
The Wei family banquet was a grand affair.
Nearly four hundred clan members attended, feasting on roasted lamb and beef, with lanterns and decorations everywhere.
Even An Yi, thick-skinned as he was, felt a little embarrassed by the scale.
Only he knew the truth—how the beast tide had come to be...
"Young Hero An, forgive our humble hospitality."
The kindly-faced patriarch of the Wei family raised his wine cup with a smile.
An Yi hurriedly lifted his own. "Not at all."
As soon as he drank, two lovely young maids quietly refilled his cup.
Sixteen years old, faces delicate as lotus blossoms, slender waists barely concealed.
Their shy, lowered glances were enough to stir any man’s heart.
Yet An Yi kept his hands strictly to himself.
He knew these were the Wei family’s own daughters.
Already, he felt guilty for accepting such a lavish feast.
If he dared lay a finger on their girls, he’d be no better than a scoundrel.
But the two maidens subtly pressed their soft, fragrant bodies closer to him.
What maiden doesn’t yearn for love?
Handsome, powerful, the hero who saved their clan—it was no wonder their eyes sparkled with admiration.
"Young Hero An, I heard you’re heading to the Azure Luan Pavilion?" the Wei patriarch asked lightly.
An Yi replied hastily, "Patriarch, just call me An Yi. Yes, I plan to go there."
Wei Xiang, gnawing on a roast suckling pig below, chimed in, "I know the Azure Luan Pavilion well! On the ninth of next month, our Profound Sky Sect’s young master is marrying their young mistress!"
Suddenly, a terrifying killing intent filled the hall.
An Yi locked eyes with Wei Xiang, his voice icy.
"What did you say?"
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.
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.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
