"How are things progressing?"
An elderly voice asked slowly through the screen.
Xue Ming replied respectfully, "Xue Ruirui has already been poisoned with the Thousand Herb Strain. There is no antidote; she will undoubtedly die."
"Zhang Fan himself is a renowned poison master. Are you certain he cannot cure it?"
The elderly voice pressed further.
"This is a secret formula that the Five Poisons Sect has passed down for a thousand years and continuously improved. A thousand types of toxins are accumulating in her body. Furthermore, Xue Ruirui is pregnant. I genuinely cannot fathom any way Zhang Fan could resolve this!"
Xue Ming said, a confident smile appearing on his face.
The elderly voice continued, "You have done very well this time. Try your best to capture Zhang Fan alive. Do not harm him; I have a great use for him."
"Understood!"
Xue Ming bowed humbly as he spoke.
Deep in his eyes, a trace of treachery flickered.
If he could obtain Zhang Fan's abilities, how could he possibly continue to stoop beneath the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
On the other side of the screen.
A cloak was thrown back, revealing a man's face—it was Nie Xuan.
"Sect Master!"
A middle-aged man, dressed neatly and carrying himself with the elegant demeanor of an aristocratic gentleman, slowly stepped forward.
"Mo Gu, once this matter is concluded, kill Xue Ming."
Nie Xuan opened his eyes, his murderous intent fully exposed, and said leisurely, "He has the ambition of a wolf. No matter how much the Hundred Ghosts Sect gives him, it will never satisfy his appetite."
Mo Gu, the head of the Eight Great Immortals of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, nodded slowly. "Understood!"
"What do you make of that Zhang Fan?"
Nie Xuan asked in a deep voice.
Mo Gu thought for a moment and replied softly, "He is extremely peculiar. I just don't know what secrets he is truly hiding."
Nie Xuan didn't speak. He sighed slowly, his wrinkled hand—which completely mismatched his youthful face—gently tapping against the armrest as he pondered for a long time.
He was now five thousand years old.
His time was almost up. If he wanted to live on, simply breaking through his current level of strength would no longer suffice; he had to find another way.
And the appearance of Zhang Fan had brought him a pleasant surprise.
Perhaps he could obtain the opportunity for immortality from this kid.
Only then would he have a chance to touch the realm of gods!
"By the way, what is that kid Chengwen up to these days?"
Nie Xuan asked casually.
Unlike that old dragon who left his seed everywhere, Nie Chengwen was his only son.
However, this son didn't get along with him very well.
He had always wanted to kill his own old man!
Mo Gu's voice was a bit hesitant. "The Young Master has been keeping a very low profile. The Ghost Eagle Organization seems to have evaporated overnight, leaving not a single trace behind."
"It's impossible for them to just evaporate."
Nie Xuan revealed a cold expression. "That rebellious son must have learned the news of my emergence. Heh, the student surpasses the master. That guy is probably even more ruthless than I am!"
Mo Gu said in a deep voice, "Perhaps the Young Master is just momentarily confused. I'm sure... he will definitely repent."
"There is no need."
Nie Xuan waved his hand and said indifferently.
A chilling light flickered in his eyes.
...
The dark alley was so secluded that only a few rays of sunlight could penetrate it all year round.
Even in broad daylight, it felt eerily ghostly.
A short knife twirled in Xue Ming's hand. Behind him stood four people of varying appearances.
"To catch just one Zhang Fan, we actually need to mobilize so many of us? Kid, are you serious?"
A muscular brute asked in a deep voice.
Xue Ming glanced at him and said faintly, "Ghost Vine was just as arrogant before. Later, she died."
"You..."
The muscular brute said angrily.
A blond man next to him quickly held him back. "Alright, alright. Ghost Vine is dead, and Qing Chan's fate is unknown. Let's not fight among ourselves."
The muscular man glared at the blond man and roared, "You have the fucking nerve to bring that up! We were supposed to capture Zhang Fan, so why did you guys have to provoke the Asura Sect!"
The blond man retorted defensively, "We didn't do anything. The Asura Sect came looking for us on their own initiative."
"Bullshit!"
Furious, the muscular man swung his fist, looking like he was about to hit someone.
Xue Ming stared at him coldly. "Fight after we're done! If you delay the progress, no one will be able to bear the blame!"
"Tch, what a piece of trash. You're really letting a little bit of power go to your head!"
Another girl, wearing an ox-head mask, mocked in a shrill voice.
The last person, a white-haired old man in black with bulging frog-like eyes, spoke up. "Stop arguing."
Xue Ming looked at the four of them and let out a sneer.
Then, his expression turned serious.
The current Zhang Fan was betrayed and deserted by all his friends and allies.
And these four beside him were all members of the Hundred Ghosts. Zhang Fan wouldn't be able to escape even if he grew wings.
"It's about time. Why isn't he here yet?"
Xue Ming muttered slowly.
Xue Ruirui's condition could only hold out for three days.
In about three days, the relatively balanced medicinal properties in her body would take effect.
Past today, even immortals would be powerless to save her!
"Kid, you swore up and down before that Zhang Fan would definitely show up. Are you eating your words now?"
The muscular man mocked.
When the time came, even if the boss really handed down a punishment, it would be this kid's responsibility.
"His guess was right. I did indeed come."
A desolate figure slowly arrived at the entrance of the alley.
Xue Ming's eyes turned grave as he said deliberately, "I overestimated you. You really don't care whether Xue Ruirui lives or dies. Are you trying to get the hostage killed?"
Zhang Fan stared coldly at the four people behind him and said indifferently, "If you truly intended to let Ruirui live, why would you bring so many people!"
Xue Ming snorted coldly.
He had to admit, Zhang Fan was a smart man.
Dealing with smart people undoubtedly saved a lot of trouble.
"Do it."
Xue Ming waved his hand and said slowly.
"You got it!"
A clear and bright voice rang out.
Immediately after, the muscular man let out a miserable shriek as his massive body flew backward and smashed heavily onto the ground.
Xue Ming looked up, instantly horrified.
The figures of two slender young men appeared at the other end.
One carried a black longsword and looked sunny and handsome, while the other gripped a pair of batons, looking cold and stern.
"It's... it's the people from the Asura Sect!"
The blond man screamed.
He recognized that cold, expressionless face.
This leg of his had been broken by that very guy just a few days ago!
"Two for each of us," Lin Chen said seriously.
An Yi glanced over. "I'll take the girl wearing the ox-head mask and the old man next to her."
Lin Chen nodded. "Then leave the remaining two to me."
Xue Ming's eyes flickered. The moment he saw An Yi and Lin Chen, the thought of retreating had already arisen in his mind.
The current Asura Sect was not something to be trifled with.
"Your opponent is me. Our fight from last time isn't over yet."
Zhang Fan pulled out his dagger and said slowly.
Xue Ming's eyes grew even colder. This was not good.
Right at this moment!
Lin Chen had already executed his Startled Swan Steps, his figure arriving beside the blond man like a roaming dragon.
The blond man's leg had just fully healed. Upon seeing Lin Chen, he was instantly struck with trauma.
"Damn it, die!"
The muscular man had already gotten up. He hoisted a large hammer and smashed it over viciously.
Through his Wind Spirit Sense, Lin Chen keenly detected the movements of the two. With a wave of his hand, a wall of air formed.
Clang!
The large hammer collided with the air wall, yet it forcefully failed to budge it even a bit!
The blond man gritted his teeth, drew the short sword at his waist, and charged over as well.
An Yi held his sword, looking at the old man in black and the girl with the ox-head mask. He grinned and said, "To think they are both level five."
"Old Ghost, what are our chances of winning?"
The girl with the ox-head mask looked at An Yi and asked in a deep voice.
The old man in black sighed, his eyes turning sorrowful. "A slim chance of survival!"
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!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
