The entire pawnshop hall fell into silence.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the table covered in spirit cores.
The dazzling, multicolored cores piled on the table reflected a radiant glow.
Tier-four spirit cores!
All of them were tier-four!
Just how much money was this worth?!
"Sir... y-you mean to exchange all of these?" The shopkeeper stammered, his mind completely overwhelmed, his tongue tied.
Genuine tier-four spirit cores!
An Yi glanced at them briefly before nodding. "Yes, all of them."
These were from the hundred or so tier-four demonic beasts he had hunted over the past few days.
After setting aside five each night for Long Niu’s watch, he still had a large pile left.
And this was only part of it.
"One, two... fifteen!"
The shopkeeper’s face flushed with excitement as he counted.
This was a fortune!
"Sir, these cores vary in quality—some higher, some lower. I’ll calculate them all at three hundred taels of silver each. But you must tell me where you obtained them. Does that sound fair?" The shopkeeper asked with a grin.
Truthfully, these cores weren’t cheap to begin with.
Spending a few hundred extra taels to buy the secret of their source wasn’t a bad deal.
An Yi glanced at Wei Xiang, the local from the immortal sect.
Wei Xiang nodded slightly—the price was reasonable, not a rip-off.
"Deal." An Yi smiled and agreed.
The shopkeeper was overjoyed. "We don’t have enough silver in the shop right now. Please wait a moment—I’ll be back soon!"
With that, he dashed off to gather the funds.
Before long, he returned carrying a large chest, its surface still smeared with fresh dirt, as if it had just been dug up from somewhere.
"Four thousand five hundred taels of silver—that’s four hundred fifty taels of gold. It’s all here. Please count it." The shopkeeper grinned.
The atmosphere in the hall shifted noticeably.
Men would die for wealth, as birds would for food.
This much gold was enough to make them risk their lives.
Besides, these two young men didn’t seem particularly formidable—just a pair of greenhorns fresh to the martial world.
An Yi gave the chest a cursory glance, confirmed the amount was roughly correct, and stored it away in his spatial pouch. "Alright. May your business prosper."
The shopkeeper’s eyes widened as the chest vanished into thin air. Then, rubbing his hands eagerly, he asked, "So... about that source?"
An Yi beckoned him closer. The shopkeeper leaned in eagerly, straining his ears.
Others nearby also stretched their necks, hoping to catch even a whisper.
"I hunted all these tier-four demonic beasts myself," An Yi said softly.
The shopkeeper: "..."
Bullshit!
Instantly furious, the shopkeeper snapped, "Sir, that’s hardly honorable!"
"It’s true!" An Yi chuckled.
Then, he no longer suppressed his aura, unleashing his full power.
In an instant—
The entire hall froze.
Peak Void Realm!
What kind of twenty-year-old had strength like this?!
Those who had been eyeing An Yi for robbery immediately backed off.
Peak Void Realm—no wonder he had fifteen tier-four spirit cores.
Generally speaking, the Void Realm was the pinnacle of this world’s martial hierarchy.
In the immortal sects, warriors of this level held esteemed status.
They could have countless wives, indulge in wine and pleasure, living as decadently as they pleased.
For someone of this strength to still be selling spirit cores was... unusual.
"Let’s go, Xiangzi. Time to find a place to stay." An Yi waved dismissively.
"Right away, Yi-ye!" Wei Xiang replied cheerfully, his previous arrogance as an inner disciple of the Tianxuan Sect completely gone—now, he was the perfect lackey.
As the two walked away, the shopkeeper sighed, tossing a spirit stone in his hand.
Oh well. He’d just have to settle for a smaller profit.
Tier-four spirit cores were rare. With some maneuvering in the black market, he could still squeeze out an extra few dozen taels of gold.
By the time An Yi and Wei Xiang left the Yongle Pawnshop, night had fallen.
This place was nothing like the mortal world.
There were no neon lights burning through the night, no men and women lingering in nightclubs.
The streets were desolate, with barely a soul in sight.
"Here’s fine."
An Yi stopped in front of a courier station, checking the location.
Wei Xiang was baffled.
Hadn’t they agreed on somewhere more luxurious?
This station was way too plain—even worse than that Yue Lai Inn!
He had been hoping for the Yi Hong Lou, where they could stay in style, with lovely ladies to drink, play games, and even tuck them in at night.
Tch!
And here he’d been calling him "Yi-ye" all this way.
An Yi had his reasons.
This station was at the foot of the Tianxuan Sect, right along the path the wedding procession would take—strategic positioning at its finest.
Of course, that was all nonsense.
The real reason? Spending his own money hurt.
Wei Xiang’s recommended Yi Hong Lou cost one tael of gold per night—for two people!
What kind of robbery was that?!
Might as well be sleeping with the courtesan queen herself.
Once settled in, An Yi fetched a basin of water, took out his toothbrush, cup, and facial cleanser, and began his nightly routine.
Then, he flopped onto the bed.
After so many days on the road, he’d almost forgotten what a bed felt like.
...Damn, this thing was hard!
The pillow was just as stiff.
An Yi shifted uncomfortably before finally giving up and pulling out his inflatable mattress, spreading it on the floor.
Now this was comfort.
Soon, he drifted into a drowsy slumber.
A silver light flickered.
Long Aoxue appeared, completely naked, rubbing her eyes. "Why haven’t you called for me these past few days?"
She loved sleeping.
Half a month to her was just a nap.
Back in the forest, An Yi had always summoned her to keep him company at night.
But ever since leaving, he hadn’t called once.
She glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings, slightly dazed.
They weren’t in the forest anymore.
But that didn’t matter—she still had spirit cores to earn.
With that thought, she lay down beside An Yi, curling up slightly as she closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
But then—
An Yi’s arm draped over her bare waist.
Long Aoxue opened her eyes and pushed his hand away.
The sensation made her uneasy.
She hadn’t been in human form for long.
Her first transformation had been that night at An Yi’s villa, after he rescued her from the Nie family.
Though centuries old, she knew little about human relationships.
The moment she removed his hand—
It slid right back.
This time, even bolder, hooking around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.
Long Aoxue frowned, trying to break free.
But even in sleep, An Yi’s grip was strong.
Eventually, she gave up, closing her eyes and nestling into his embrace.
In his dreams, An Yi murmured, "Mu Xuan... I miss you."
Long Aoxue’s violet eyes opened.
She didn’t understand human emotions, but she could sense the longing in his voice.
This "Mu Xuan" must be someone he yearned for day and night.
Gazing at his handsome profile under the moonlight, her expression softened.
Then, An Yi mumbled again.
"Ruo Xi..."
"Yaoyao..."
"Qing Lan..."
"Qian Qian..."
"Yan Zhi..."
Long Aoxue: "..."
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.
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
