The Demon Sect, the Sect Master's bedchamber.
Blood seeped across the plush carpet, the metallic stench thick in the air.
A stunning woman, her body covered in bruises, walked forward naked, clutching a dagger still wet with blood.
On the bed lay the lifeless body of a middle-aged man with an unkempt beard.
Stark naked, his eyes bulged as if refusing to close even in death.
A crimson river flowed from his slit throat, dripping down his arm onto the floor.
Ning Zhongyuan, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect, a martial artist at the peak of the Void Realm—had fallen!
The beautiful woman stepped outside, dagger in hand, her vacant gaze fixed on the sky.
Dark clouds gathered overhead, heavy with the promise of rain.
Outside, a tall young man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting in silence.
At the sound of footsteps, he turned. Seeing the woman, the tension in his chest finally eased, and a sinister smile curled his lips.
"Ning Haotian..."
The moment she saw him, a flicker of life returned to Rou'er's hollow eyes.
Her composure shattered. Tears streamed down her face as the dagger slipped from her fingers, clattering against the stone tiles.
"You did well, Rou'er."
Ning Haotian reached out, tracing the bruises on her face with a gentle smile.
No matter how cautious Ning Zhongyuan had been, he never would have suspected that the woman who shared his bed night after night would be the one to poison him.
Rou'er threw herself into Ning Haotian's arms, trembling—whether from fear or exhilaration, she couldn’t tell. "I... I did it. I killed him..."
"Don’t worry. That old bastard will never hurt you again," Ning Haotian murmured, stroking the smooth skin of her back.
"Haotian..."
Rou'er looked up at him, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned in for a kiss.
But Ning Haotian suddenly gripped her chin, wiping away the white residue on her lips with a darkened expression.
"Whore. What have you been doing with this mouth?"
"I—"
Before she could answer, his iron grip snapped her neck.
Rou'er’s eyes bulged, her body collapsing lifelessly to the ground.
Dark bruises bloomed around her throat.
Ning Haotian stared at her corpse with disgust. "Disgusting."
He clapped his hands.
In an instant, a flood of armed warriors, who had been waiting outside, rushed into the chamber.
Seeing Ning Haotian unharmed, they sighed in relief.
Joy lit up every face—the Young Sect Master had succeeded!
"The treacherous witch Zhang Rou'er plotted for months, poisoning my father. I have executed her myself!"
Ning Haotian’s voice trembled with emotion, his eyes red. "Father... your vengeance is served. May you rest in peace!"
"May the Sect Master rest in peace!"
The warriors of the Demon Sect wept, their grief palpable.
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"That Lin Chen is truly despicable."
"Right? The elders of Jade Mountain Sect were furious, swearing to sacrifice him to the heavens!"
"But the Azure Phoenix Pavilion isn’t to be trifled with now. Lin Chen single-handedly slaughtered Batu and over a dozen warriors—clearly, he’s at the peak of the Void Realm."
"Lin Chen’s nothing. Have you heard about the man who crashed the wedding in Rong City? Tsk tsk, his skills are terrifying!"
"Sounds like a myth to me. Three Void Realm peak experts, four late-stage Void Realm warriors—none could touch him. He even shattered the Heavenly Profound Sword Formation..."
A light drizzle pattered outside.
Inside the tavern, a group of wandering martial artists drank and gossiped.
Among them, two figures stood out.
One was a young man in his twenties, a black greatsword resting beside him. His messy curls and airy bangs gave him an odd mix of foolishness and arrogance.
This was none other than Ning Er of the Demon Sect!
The other was a boy no older than fifteen or sixteen, with short white hair and a dirty white robe. His delicate features were striking—but most eye-catching were the two tiny horns on his head.
Ning Er tore into a pork knuckle with gusto. "Brother Tu, eat up! There’s plenty!"
"Thanks, Brother Ning! You’re a true friend. I, Tu Langlang, swear brotherhood with you!"
The white-haired boy slurped down noodles with even more ferocity than Ning Er.
The other patrons stared at them in bewilderment.
These two were bottomless pits—in the blink of an eye, a tower of empty plates had piled up on their table.
"More wine!"
Ning Er bellowed.
The waiter didn’t dare hesitate, scurrying over with two jugs.
"Brother, bottoms up!"
"Bottoms up!"
They tipped the jugs back, gulping down the liquor in loud, messy swallows.
With a crash, they smashed the empty jugs on the floor, faces flushed with drunkenness.
Suddenly, Ning Er’s expression turned solemn. "Brother Tu, fate brought us together. Let’s swear an oath of brotherhood."
"I was just thinking the same!"
Tu Langlang wiped greasy hands on his pants and declared, "Big brother!"
"Little brother!"
"Big brother!"
"Little brother!"
"Big bro!"
"Second bro!"
Finally, they burst into uproarious laughter.
The onlookers watched them as if they were a pair of idiots.
"Shut up!"
From a corner of the tavern, Bai Xiu—who had been sprawled across a table—groggily opened his eyes at the noise.
The waiter, who had been waiting impatiently, brightened. "Sir, you’re awake! About the bill—"
Bai Xiu frowned, then closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
"Sir...?"
The waiter’s patience wore thin.
Yesterday, over four hundred people had stormed the tavern, feasted like kings, then fled without paying.
This man had been left behind, sleeping like the dead for two whole days.
Was he ever going to wake up?
"Little brother, you don’t seem like a commoner. How’d you end up wandering the streets?"
Ning Er studied Tu Langlang, who was still devouring food.
Tu Langlang belched, finally too full to continue. Wiping his mouth, he sighed. "My sister has all the money. We got separated."
Ning Er nodded sympathetically. "No wonder! But don’t worry—I’m Ning Er of the Demon Sect! The Sect Master is my father! Stick with me, and you’ll live like a king!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the entire tavern fell silent.
Every pair of eyes locked onto Ning Er, burning with intensity.
Tu Langlang gasped. "Brother, you’re even more impressive than I thought!"
Ning Er laughed heartily. "Ah, it’s nothing!"
The tavern remained eerily quiet. The patrons exchanged glances, hands slowly reaching for their weapons.
Tu Langlang frowned. "Big brother... don’t these people seem a little... off?"
Ning Er turned, scowling. "What the hell are you all staring at?!"
Just then, the waiter sprinted outside, pulling a flare from his robes. He yanked the cord—a streak of black smoke shot into the rainy sky.
With manic excitement, he shouted, "I found the idiot Ning Er!"
Ning Er: "..."
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!
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
