Looking at Fang Jueming kneeling before him, An Yi was utterly bewildered.
Snapping back to reality, An Yi stared at the young man and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you trying to become my disciple?"
"Master, I humbly bow to you!"
Fang Jueming didn’t rise, pressing his forehead to the ground as he gritted his teeth and spoke.
An Yi replied indifferently, "Why do you want to become my disciple?"
Fang Jueming enunciated each word with unwavering determination, "I want to learn the Flash Fist! Please accept me!"
An Yi: "..."
Learn the Flash Fist?
Damn it, I learned it from you in the first place, and now you’re kneeling before me to learn it?!
Admittedly, with his system, An Yi only needed to accumulate Evil Power Value by causing mischief and then level up to master skills effortlessly.
But for someone like Fang Jueming, who could only rely on ancestral teachings and self-discovery, things were different.
With remarkable insight, Fang Jueming had managed to grasp the fourth stance of the Flash Fist—though it was still a clumsy imitation.
Unlike An Yi, who only needed to grasp the basics before leveling up to fully master a skill without any real training!
Though Fang Jueming was resolute in his desire to become a disciple, An Yi had zero interest in teaching.
What a joke!
What good was a disciple? Especially a male one!
Just as An Yi was about to refuse, his system chimed in.
Ding!
"Potential Chosen One (Unawakened) [Fang Jueming]. Will the host bring him into your faction?"
An Yi’s eyebrows shot up.
Holy crap, this kid has an 80-point Destiny Value—he really is a Chosen One!
Of course, the answer was obvious. If he brought Fang Jueming into his faction, he’d complete 2/9 of the "Defy Heaven’s Will" quest!
The thought alone was thrilling!
But just as An Yi was about to accept, his peripheral vision caught the words (Unawakened).
What the hell did Unawakened mean?
Curious, he tapped for details.
"System Alert: [Fang Jueming] is in his growth phase and has not yet become a protagonist! If the host brings him into your faction, he will lose his Chosen One status!"
Instantly, cold sweat broke out on An Yi’s back.
Thank goodness he double-checked.
The "Defy Heaven’s Will" main quest was already ridiculously hard—just think about that bodyguard surnamed Lin, or the corrupted Zhang Fan. They were all thorns in his side!
These guys, armed with their protagonist auras, had egos bigger than the sky and no fear of death.
They acted recklessly, convinced that every villain had to be dumb enough to get humiliated by them, and that every beautiful woman was destined to flirt with them.
Taming these guys? Nearly impossible!
But this kid had the potential to become a Chosen One. Wouldn’t it be better to recruit him after he awakened?
An Yi had an epiphany.
Fang Jueming’s request to become a disciple was a pivotal choice.
If he agreed, he’d gain a disciple but lose a future Chosen One.
If he refused, Fang Jueming would eventually awaken—but once he did, would he ever willingly submit to An Yi?
"Get up."
An Yi clasped his hands behind his back, adopting an air of dignified wisdom that belied his youth.
Fang Jueming rose eagerly. "Master, you’ve accepted me?"
"We’ll discuss it later."
With that, An Yi swiftly pulled out a few silver needles and pricked them into Fang Jueming’s chest and arms.
Immediately, Fang Jueming felt his body go numb, completely paralyzed.
An Yi explained, "I’ve sealed your pressure points. Half your body is immobilized now."
Then, without warning, An Yi grabbed Fang Jueming’s sleeve and tore it open, shredding his clothes.
Fang Jueming paled in horror as his garments were ripped apart.
What the hell?
Was this guy into men?!
"Stopping the bleeding. Otherwise, you’ll lose too much blood and won’t even crawl back home," An Yi said matter-of-factly, wrapping the wound on Fang Jueming’s chest—where Red Poison’s claws had pierced him—with a strip of white training cloth.
Relieved, Fang Jueming exhaled. "Thank you, Master!"
Coming from an ancient martial family, he recognized An Yi’s technique—this was the legendary art of acupuncture!
A long-lost medical skill. This man’s mastery of medicine was clearly profound.
"Don’t call me Master. I haven’t agreed to anything, and I’ve got nothing to teach you," An Yi said dismissively.
Fang Jueming wasn’t deterred.
Even if An Yi refused to acknowledge him as a disciple, just his medical expertise alone would make countless healers flock to him.
"I want to learn the Flash Fist from you!"
Fang Jueming declared with unshakable resolve, his youthful face set in solemn determination.
An Yi chuckled. "The Flash Fist? Sure, I’ll teach you!"
Fang Jueming’s breathing hitched. "Master… you mean it?"
Every sect, every family guarded their techniques like priceless treasures.
They’d only pass them down to sons, never daughters, terrified of outsiders stealing their secrets.
That was why Fang Jueming had been so shocked when he first saw An Yi using the Flash Fist.
And now, An Yi was willing to teach him?!
"Easy. Watch closely."
An Yi leisurely assumed the stance, demonstrating the Flash Fist’s opening form with meticulous precision.
He explained each movement in detail, ensuring Fang Jueming understood every nuance.
"Right now, I’ve only mastered up to the fifth stance. Once I figure out the rest, I’ll teach you the remaining three."
Finishing his demonstration, An Yi retracted his stance.
Fang Jueming, who had been memorizing every detail, froze in disbelief.
"Y-You mean… the Flash Fist has eight stances?!"
"Theoretically, yes. But mastering them won’t be easy," An Yi admitted.
His system had upgraded the Flash Fist to Lv2, allowing him to execute the fifth stance.
Assuming max level was Lv5, then at full mastery, the eighth stance should be attainable.
But the Evil Power Value cost? Brutal.
Among An Yi’s current skills, the Flash Fist and Qi Control were the hardest to level up.
After raising Qi Control to Lv2, he hadn’t dared go further—the Evil Power Value required was terrifying.
And then there was the Physician profession. The jump from Lv4 to Lv5 demanded an astronomical amount of Evil Power Value.
At his current rate of accumulation, it was practically a pipe dream.
"Thank you for your guidance, Master. This disciple will never forget it!"
Fang Jueming clasped his hands and bowed deeply.
"Stop calling me Master. I never agreed to it," An Yi sighed.
He was barely scraping by as it was—what use did he have for a disciple? Another mouth to feed?
But when he glanced at Fang Jueming’s head again, An Yi was stunned.
The kid’s Destiny Value had jumped to 85!
Was it because he’d taught him the Flash Fist?
Whatever the reason, his own actions had moved even himself.
Recruiting Fang Jueming in the future shouldn’t be too hard now.
Fang Jueming frowned. "But… why did you teach me the Flash Fist?"
His admiration for An Yi was immense.
Not only had An Yi saved him in the arena, defeating Red Poison and upholding the honor of ancient martial arts—
But he’d also selflessly taught him the Flash Fist and treated his wounds.
Such kindness left Fang Jueming at a loss for how to repay him.
"You seemed like a good kid. We’ll meet again. Work hard and take care."
Hands in his pockets, An Yi turned and walked away, waving casually as his figure gradually faded into the distance.
His carefree silhouette was the epitome of cool.
Fang Jueming watched him go, then nodded solemnly.
"Yes… Master!"
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.
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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.
