A small, dark, and dilapidated motel.
A faint smell of mildew lingered in the air.
The room was piled high with various medicinal herbs, bottles, and jars.
One clay pot after another was stacked on the table, burning over an open flame.
Zhang Fan's hair was disheveled, his eyes completely bloodshot, and his expression haggard yet somewhat paranoid.
Failed again!
The antidote was ineffective!
He completely couldn't neutralize this Thousand Herb Poison Pearl!
Looking at Xue Ruirui lying on the bed, Zhang Fan took a deep breath.
He could do it. He possessed the Poison Master System, he definitely could!
Zhang Fan forced himself to calm down and began brewing the herbs once more.
He couldn't let Xue Ruirui die, absolutely not, even if he had to exhaust every possible method!
Try again!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A flurry of knocks echoed through the room.
"Hey, you in there, what are you doing! Damn it, it smells awful!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Disorganized and chaotic pounding on the door continued to ring out.
Zhang Fan's already panicked hands lost their rhythm even more.
Bang!
The door was forcefully kicked open by a greasy, middle-aged, fat man.
Clang! Zhang Fan's hand trembled!
The clay pot fell to the floor, spilling the medicinal herbs everywhere, and a pungent smell of Chinese medicine filled the air.
Staring at the medicine scattered across the floor, Zhang Fan's eyes glazed over in a daze.
"Son of a bitch, what are you doing? You really treat this place like your own home, don't you!"
The fat man walked in, questioning him with an overbearing demeanor, raising his fist as if about to strike.
Zhang Fan clenched his fists, his body trembling, and looked up to reveal a pair of icy eyes.
The fat man stepped forward, glaring and fuming: "What are you looking at? Making all this racket, and you're even playing with fire in my motel! Hurry up, take your girlfriend and get the hell out of here!!"
Zhang Fan raised his hand, a crazed look on his face, and a dagger appeared...
"A'Fan, don't..."
At that moment, Xue Ruirui's weak voice came from the bed.
Zhang Fan's body shuddered, and he slowly let out a breath.
A bit of clarity returned to his eyes.
Whoosh!
A stack of red banknotes was thrown onto the fat man's belly.
Zhang Fan crouched down and began gathering the herbs from the broken clay pot.
The fat man looked at the stack of cash and was immediately overjoyed. "Oh my, you are quite generous, young man. Tinker away, just as long as you don't tear my place down, do whatever you want."
Saying that, the fat man walked out, chuckling.
"Damn it, boss, what's going on! Who's making all that noise!"
"It's almost dawn, can't you let people sleep! How unlucky!"
"A bunch of dumbasses, shouting like that! If you think it's too noisy here, go stay in a hotel then..."
Zhang Fan closed the door, took a clean towel, and wiped the sweat from Xue Ruirui's face.
"A'Fan, I... I'm cold."
Xue Ruirui's voice was trembling.
Even though her body was burning hot, she kept crying out that she was cold.
Zhang Fan held her, saying softly, "Ruirui, hold on, I will definitely save you."
Xue Ruirui shook her head. Looking at Zhang Fan, a hint of a smile appeared in her eyes. "Meeting you in this life... is so wonderful."
"Hold on, Ruirui. Have you forgotten? We are going to get married."
Zhang Fan forced a smile and said, "We're going to take wedding photos by the sea, read our vows in a church, and just like in the movie Up, we're going to fill our house with colorful balloons..."
"That sounds so wonderful..."
Xue Ruirui leaned against Zhang Fan's chest, speaking softly, and weakly closed her eyes.
If nothing unexpected had happened, they should be preparing for their wedding right now.
"A'Fan, you must not listen to Xue Ming."
Xue Ruirui whispered, "I grew up with him. I know how ruthless his heart is. Even if you agree to his demands, it's impossible for me to survive."
She was terrified that Zhang Fan would do something foolish.
But if he listened to Xue Ming, not only would she die, but Zhang Fan would also face a tragic end.
"Don't say such silly things, I won't let you die!"
Zhang Fan held Xue Ruirui tightly, his gaze solemn as tears flowed from his eyes.
This girl was his entire reason for living!
He had to save her, even if he had to exhaust every possible means, he had to save her!
Begging Xue Ming for mercy...
In almost an instant, Zhang Fan rejected this idea.
He was certain that if he truly believed Xue Ming's nonsense,
in the end, both he and Xue Ruirui would be unable to escape death.
Zhang Fan closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, his gaze heavy.
He knew someone who might be able to save Xue Ruirui!
...
"If I'm not mistaken, the Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect is very likely Nie Xuan!"
Hongtian said while licking Qing Chan's little face with its tongue, drooling all over the floor.
Qing Chan was so scared that she trembled all over, not daring to move an inch.
"What exactly is the purpose of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?"
Lin Chen pondered, pinching his chin.
According to Lin Chen, the Hundred Ghosts Sect and the organizations of Great Xia had been entangled for a thousand years.
It was only through the combined suppression of the four major organizations—the Pantheon, the Daoist League, the Heavenly Dragon Temple, and the Law Enforcement Bureau—that the Hundred Ghosts Sect had been prevented from swallowing up the territory of Great Xia.
However, Nie Xuan also seemed to have some connection to the Ancient Continent.
It should be known that Tu Langlang and Tu Yixi were both from the Abyssal Demon Race, genuine inhabitants of the Ancient Continent.
Ziyue, who had been kidnapped, was the Third Princess of the Monster Race.
"Now this is getting interesting."
An Yi said slowly.
It seemed he would have to find time to get a grasp of the situation from Tu Yiyi.
"I think Long Aoyun might be a breakthrough point."
Qin Yao said, pulling a phone out of her pocket and swiping open the screen. "I have Long Aoyun's tracking map here. Right now, he is in a residential area in the Imperial Capital..."
"Wait, how do you know all this?" An Yi asked in disbelief.
That guy Long Aoyun had elusive movements, yet Qin Yao had actually managed to track him down?
Lin Chen said calmly, "The Underworld originally started with assassinations and possesses the most developed intelligence network in the world. Their members are spread globally. In recent years, they've been suppressed by the Heaven Organization, causing their assassin business to decline. Gathering and selling intelligence has now become their main source of business."
Qin Yao shrugged and chuckled, "I don't like all that fighting and killing. So, I've reorganized the Underworld's functions into the intelligence bureau of the Asura Sect. A while ago, when the Asura Sect took over the American market, we definitely put in the work."
Shen Muxuan blinked her eyes and said with a beaming smile, "Yaoyao is so amazing!"
She didn't quite understand, but she just felt it was very impressive.
When did the Underworld get incorporated into the Asura Sect?
An Yi, standing to the side, was shocked.
But he was too embarrassed to ask.
Otherwise, it would make him, the Sect Master, look like he hadn't done anything at all!
"Mhm, well done, Yaoyao. I have high hopes for you,"
An Yi coughed lightly and said seriously.
Qin Yao gave a fake smile and chuckled, "Then I must thank the Sect Master for your cultivation!"
An Yi laughed, "Not at all, not at all. Actually, I haven't done much as the Sect Master. I'm not as great as you think."
Right at that moment, the crisp sound of the system rang out!
An Yi's pupils contracted. What the hell was this?
Hongtian was sticking out its tongue to wash vegetables. It sniffed the air and said calmly, "Someone is coming."
Lin Chen slowly gripped the Cloud-Rending Crutch. "They don't come with good intentions."
Through his wind spirit sensing, he already knew who the newcomer was.
Outside the villa door.
A desolate, thin, yet upright figure stood in the cold wind.
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
