"Demonic Sect?"
An Yi frowned slightly.
According to Wei Xiang's explanation, these were the old perverts who had been harassing the Azure Pavilion?
Damn, talk about running into enemies in a narrow alley.
The black-haired girl with two small horns on her head glared coldly at the lecherous men from the Demonic Sect, her delicate fingers twitching with barely restrained fury.
The waiter trembled in fear and called for the innkeeper.
Soon, both of them were shaking together.
The Yue Lai Inn wasn’t small, but among the three Demonic Sect martial artists, two were at the late-stage of the Transformation Realm, while the elderly man was actually at the early-stage of the Void Realm.
The strongest guard in the inn was only at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm—no match at all!
The surrounding diners backed away, their anger boiling but none daring to speak up.
"These Demonic Sect bastards are worse than animals!"
"How can they lay hands on such a young girl?"
"Alright, let’s share her. I’ll take the back!"
The Void Realm elder, his face wrinkled and disgusting, licked his lips with a perverted grin.
"Then I’ll take the front."
"Hahaha, thanks, brothers. Don’t mind if I don’t hold back then!"
The three of them closed in, laughing obscenely.
The black-haired girl’s eyes turned icy. She had been separated from her brother after arriving in this world.
Who knew her beauty would attract these three disgusting creeps?
With one of them at the Void Realm, she might not be able to handle them alone.
Wei Xiang was a smart kid.
Seeing that a fight was about to break out, he seized the moment to skip the bill.
Now was the perfect time to flee!
With that thought, he activated his Flowing Cloud Steps and dashed downstairs—only to be stopped by a mid-stage Transformation Realm guard.
"Sir, you haven’t paid yet!"
Wei Xiang:
"Goddammit! They’re wrecking the place upstairs, and you’re still worried about my bill?!"
Downstairs in the main hall, the diners hesitated, their expressions conflicted.
They wanted to intervene but knew they stood no chance.
If they did nothing, the girl would be defiled.
In the end, they chose to turn a blind eye.
"Come here, little girl. Be good and listen to grandpa!"
The Void Realm elder reached out with a filthy grin, his ugly face twisting with lust.
Splat!
Blood splattered.
A wooden chopstick shot through the elder’s palm like an iron arrow.
"AAAHHH!"
A piercing scream echoed through the inn.
The Void Realm elder clutched his trembling, bleeding hand, his sleeve quickly soaking red.
Everyone was stunned.
All eyes turned to the handsome young man holding the chopstick—An Yi, the one who had just struck.
"You old bastard, how the hell can you even think of touching a girl young enough to be your granddaughter?"
An Yi flicked the chopstick casually, his voice cold.
"Why are you interfering in Demonic Sect business?"
The Void Realm elder gritted his teeth as he pulled out the chopstick, his voice strained.
He wasn’t stupid—anyone who could injure him in one move had to be at least at the Void Realm.
And someone this young? He must be from a major sect.
"So what if you’re from the Demonic Sect?"
An Yi sneered. "I’m interfering. What are you gonna do about it?"
With that, he flicked another chopstick.
This time, the elder drew his saber, energy surging around him.
"HAH!"
He swung the blade at the incoming chopstick.
Clang!
The energies collided.
The elder staggered back two steps before steadying himself.
His saber hand trembled violently, and a fresh notch marred the blade’s edge.
The chopstick ricocheted off and embedded itself into a ceiling beam, its tip still quivering.
The crowd was speechless.
Did a chopstick just do that?!
"Elder Xing!"
The other two Demonic Sect men rushed to his side, their faces pale with fear.
Their Void Realm elder had been forced into retreat by a single chopstick!
Elder Xing clasped his fists in a respectful bow.
"My skills are no match for yours. The girl is yours. We’ll take our leave!"
Without another word, he smashed through a window and fled.
"Trying to run?"
An Yi narrowed his eyes and flicked another chopstick after him.
A distant scream followed—no one knew where it had hit.
The remaining two men exchanged horrified glances before bolting for the exit.
"You two aren’t getting away either!"
Without even looking, An Yi tossed two more chopsticks.
With the matter settled, An Yi dusted his hands off.
The entire inn was dead silent, everyone staring at him in shock.
A Void Realm expert taken down with a chopstick? Just how strong was this guy?
Was he some ancient monster who had taken over a young body?
The black-haired girl smirked, her sharp little fangs peeking out.
"So it’s him. Heh. Interesting."
Tossing the chopstick aside, An Yi said lazily, "Wei Xiang, let’s go."
"Right away, Boss Yi!"
Wei Xiang scrambled after him, practically groveling.
The waiter hesitated. "H-he didn’t pay..."
The innkeeper smacked him upside the head.
"Idiot! You want to chase after that guy for money? You got a death wish?"
An Yi strode out, basking in the crowd’s awe, his demeanor the very picture of an untouchable expert—never mind that he’d just dined and dashed.
Wei Xiang puffed out his chest, glowing with pride.
"Having power is great. You don’t even have to pay for meals."
"I’ll cover his bill!"
The black-haired girl slammed a gold coin onto the counter. "This enough?"
The innkeeper’s eyes lit up. "More than enough!"
An Yi, who had already stepped outside, paused at the sound.
He turned back with sudden seriousness.
"May I ask the young lady’s name?"
Sure, she was short, flat-chested, and not his usual type—but she was loaded.
A wealthy woman was always welcome.
"I’m Tu Yiyi!"
She flashed her fangs in a sweet smile. "And you, big brother?"
"An Yi."
He gave her his most devilishly charming grin.
With his charm stat at 8 and looks at 9, he was practically lethal to women.
Just as the rumors say—a total skirt-chaser.
Tu Yiyi’s eyes gleamed before she put on a shy act, swaying slightly.
"Thank you for saving me, Brother Yi. I owe you my life. I’ll do anything you ask."
"Anything?"
An Yi’s eyes sparkled. "You mean it?"
This bastard!
Wei Xiang broke into a cold sweat and whispered, "Boss, she’s like fifteen or sixteen. Too young, isn’t it?"
His conscience wouldn’t let him stay silent.
An Yi shot him a murderous glare.
Wei Xiang gulped and quickly corrected himself.
"I mean—petite, soft, easy to push down. Perfect!"
Under An Yi’s intense gaze, Tu Yiyi lowered her head, feigning bashfulness.
"Yiyi, give me half your money," An Yi said seriously.
Tu Yiyi froze.
"W-what?"
Wei Xiang was equally stunned.
He’s straight-up asking her for cash?!
An Yi, you shameless son of a—
The entire inn fell silent again.
Is this how legendary experts act?
"You said you’d do anything, right?"
An Yi crossed his arms. "I saved your life. Is money more important than that?"
Tu Yiyi blinked. "N-no, it’s not, but..."
An Yi tossed the heavy coin pouch in his hand and swaggered out like he owned the place.
Following behind, Wei Xiang covered his face, afraid of being recognized by someone familiar.
Checking his system balance, An Yi clicked his tongue in admiration.
Originally, he had sixteen taels of gold, but thanks to some less-than-moral methods—leveraging the Demon Fund—it had now doubled to thirty-two taels.
Interesting. The demons of the ancient continent could actually make their way here!
A subtle smirk curled at the corner of An Yi’s lips.
That girl had been looking at him with suspicion—but money delivered right to his doorstep? No reason to refuse it.
Besides, he was short on funds at the moment.
"Wei Xiang, it’s getting late. Let’s switch to a more luxurious inn!"
"Right away, Master Yi!"
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!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
