Blood seeped from Fang Jueming’s chest.
Gritting his teeth, Fang Jueming staggered back a few steps, steadying himself as he glared at Red Poison. His fists remained clenched, but he could no longer muster the strength to strike.
He was likely about to meet the same fate as his father.
Death? He wasn’t afraid of it.
But he never imagined that, in his final moments, he’d have to endure Red Poison’s insults—mocking his father and belittling ancient martial arts!
"That look in your eyes… truly disgusting!"
Red Poison sneered, his claw-like fingers darting forward again.
His speed was terrifying—so fast that only a blur could be seen.
Fang Jueming watched helplessly, unable to dodge.
This time, Red Poison’s target was his heart.
Closing his eyes, Fang Jueming felt nothing but regret and bitterness flooding his chest.
Yet… the expected pain never came.
Confused, he opened his eyes—only to freeze in shock at the scene before him.
A young man had suddenly appeared on the arena floor, gripping Red Poison’s wrist mid-strike, halting his attack.
"Where the hell did you come from?!"
Red Poison’s face darkened as he twisted free with a sharp flick of his arm.
The newcomer—An Yi—cracked his knuckles with a grin. "Hey, old man. Wanna spar?"
Red Poison’s expression turned stormy.
This brat… was far stronger than he looked.
Just now, some invisible force had blocked his attack.
"Who… who is he?"
"No way! Did anyone even see how he moved?"
The underground boxing arena’s spectators erupted in murmurs, their faces alight with awe—as if witnessing a miracle.
"An Yi!"
Below the stage, Qiu Xu’s face twisted in fury.
The guy standing on the platform now was none other than An Yi!
"Boss Yi?! What’s he doing up there?!"
Ding Renfeng gaped in disbelief.
Red Poison was no joke—he’d already slaughtered multiple martial artists. Even Kang, a notorious fighter, had lost a kidney in seconds.
Ding!
Mission: [Violence for Violence] activated!
Reward: 10 Evil Power Value!
Cheapskate!
An Yi mentally cursed the system’s stinginess while stretching casually, then smirked at Red Poison. "Creepy guy, you love picking fights, huh? How about I keep you company?"
"You?"
Red Poison licked his lips, eyes gleaming. "That trick just now… was you, wasn’t it? Interesting. Blocking my attack out of thin air!"
An Yi scoffed. "Then brace yourself!"
With that, he dropped into a fighting stance.
Behind him, Fang Jueming—still clutching his wound—stared in utter shock.
That stance… it was the Fang family’s ancestral Flash Fist technique!
"Wait, you—how the hell—?"
Fang Jueming stammered, completely baffled.
An Yi didn’t even glance back. "If you’re hurt, get off the stage. Don’t interrupt my match."
Fang Jueming swallowed his disbelief and retreated, silently reassuring himself:
He’s probably just mimicking the stance. Flash Fist has been our family’s secret for centuries—no way he knows it!
"That move won’t work on me," Red Poison taunted, licking blood from his fingers. "Try something else."
An Yi snorted. "As if this bastard’s on my level."
Fang Jueming: "…"
Who’s the bastard here?!
An Yi turned to the crowd. "Hey, Ding Renfeng!"
Ding Renfeng perked up. "Yeah, Boss Yi?"
"How much for beating this guy?" An Yi pointed at Red Poison, dead serious.
Ding Renfeng held up five fingers. "Five grand! But there’s a 1k entry fee."
An Yi waved him off. "Cover it for me. I’ll pay you back."
The audience collectively facepalmed.
Is this guy for real?!
Facing a monster like Red Poison, and all he cares about is the prize money?!
Suddenly, they couldn’t wait to see this cocky brat get wrecked.
"Alright, let’s go."
An Yi resumed his stance, beckoning with a smirk. "You first."
"Arrogant fool!"
Red Poison took a deep breath, steadying his energy—only for An Yi to vanish in a blur.
WHAM!
A fist smashed into Red Poison’s face, twisting it grotesquely.
"One!" An Yi declared, dusting off his hands.
"YOU SON OF A—!"
Red Poison stumbled back, blood dripping from his nose.
He said I could attack first!
This little shit ambushed me mid-prep!
No honor! No martial virtue!
Before he could recover, the second punch came.
Red Poison dodged, countering with a swipe at An Yi’s waist—aiming for the kidneys.
"Fcking hell! Going for my kidneys?!"
An Yi’s temper flared.
I’m still a virgin!
If this creep ruins my future happiness, I’ll—!
BAM!
The third punch landed without hesitation.
But this time, An Yi was the one forced back.
Fang Jueming’s jaw dropped.
No mistake—that was Flash Fist.
But how?!
"Not bad. You’re strong," An Yi admitted, shaking out his numb arm.
Red Poison was leagues above him.
"Three punches. That’s all you’ve got?" Red Poison sneered, licking the blood off his face.
The crowd gagged.
This guy’s disgusting!
As for how An Yi knew Flash Fist?
Simple—he learned it on the spot.
His Qi Control technique was already absurd; he’d mastered Cheng Yuanfeng’s moves in a glance.
Flash Fist was even easier.
While observing Fang Jueming earlier, he’d pieced it together—prompting the system notification:
[Flash Fist LV1] acquired!
Not his fault the guy put on a free show.
Ding!
Mission [Violence for Violence] complete!
Reward: +10 Evil Power Value!
An Yi grinned as the points rolled in.
"Time to upgrade."
With 10 Evil Power Value spent, Flash Fist jumped to LV2!
Red Poison’s voice dripped venom. "No more tricks? Then die here. This time… I’ll rip out your heart."
"Try it," An Yi shot back, eyes blazing with killing intent.
In an instant, he struck again—Flash Fist’s opening move.
First punch: Red Poison blocked easily.
Second punch: Same.
Third punch: Red Poison staggered slightly but held firm.
"Out of moves now?" Red Poison jeered.
Flash Fist was just a three-hit combo—a second-rate technique.
An Yi’s grin turned feral.
"Who said that?"
Like a phantom, he closed the gap—
Fourth punch!
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.
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!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
