Ding! Main quest [Endless Reincarnation] completed! Quest reward: Evil Force +100! [Asura Godhood] ×1!
The system's light voice echoed in his mind.
An Yi was a bit dumbfounded.
What did he do?
How did he suddenly complete the main quest!
Looking at the 6/9 Asura Godhood in the system, An Yi was still a bit confused.
Six pieces already.
Zhang Fan, Fang Jueming, Bai Xiu, Lin Chen, Shangguan Qianqian... the last one belongs to Chen Bing?
After An Yi snapped back to reality, he suddenly realized he was standing outside Yida Plaza.
Beside him were Lin Chen and Zhang Fan.
What are we doing here again?
An Yi felt his head spinning a bit.
Zhang Fan shrugged, equally clueless about what was going on.
Lin Chen's face was stern. He looked at his messy clothes and smelled a faint burnt scent.
Lightning Spiritual Power!
Scanning the destroyed surroundings, Lin Chen's eyes turned cold.
This place had clearly been ravaged by lightning; the surrounding mile was scorched earth.
Even more terrifying was that the distant mountains, the hills of Jiangbei City frequently visited by internet celebrities, had been split in half by lightning.
Lin Chen's pupils shrank. What kind of power was this!
Elder Long, what exactly happened here?
I don't know!
...
On the other side, An Yi pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized: I remember now, that guy Chen Bing called earlier, saying Little Ming was murdered...
Master!
Just then, a clear voice rang out at the entrance of Yida Plaza.
Fang Jueming ran out of the mall doors carrying a huge gold brick.
Holy crap, are you... okay!
An Yi's originally angry face instantly softened when he saw the gold brick.
Little Ming, it's good that you're okay!
An Yi quickly hugged the gold brick and said with concern.
Fang Jueming scratched his head and said embarrassedly: Thank you for your concern, Master. My Vajra Art has reached major completion; Da Hong's teeth can't hurt me.
Ahem, I'll teach it a lesson when we get back.
An Yi coughed lightly and put the gold brick away.
Lin Chen pinched his chin, frowning tightly.
He came to find An Yi today... to bring him breakfast?
Is he that bored!
Would he travel all this way just to bring him breakfast?!
Weird!
If there's nothing else, I'm heading back. There are still patients at the clinic.
Zhang Fan said with a light smile.
He had opened a small private hospital of his own now.
In just a few days, he had made a name for himself with his superb medical skills.
Because his consultation fees were low, he sometimes didn't even charge poor patients.
So the hospital was currently full of people, and since he hadn't recruited any staff yet, he was incredibly busy.
Why go to a clinic? Come work at my company, I'll pay you a hundred thousand a month.
An Yi said generously.
He was a rich man now, the boss of the An family company and Yilan Media! Worth billions! He had to remind people from time to time, otherwise he would be mistaken for a loser.
Zhang Fan smiled lightly: No need, running a hospital is quite good.
Next, he should save up some money to buy a house and get married.
Thinking of Xue Ruirui, the corners of Zhang Fan's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.
He had to give his unborn child a brand new life.
An Yi took out his phone and dialed Chen Bing's number: Hey, Glasses, that wasn't cool...
Jiangbei Airport.
Chen Bing held his phone and frowned: What nonsense are you talking about?
What do you mean? Didn't you say Little Ming was in trouble earlier?
I've been on a plane for over two hours, I never called you...
Chen Bing hung up and stuffed the phone into his pocket.
Bai Xiu yawned and said: Who was that, An Yi?
He said I called him randomly to trick him with Fang Jueming, Chen Bing said helplessly.
I also feel like you're a bit weird today, hurriedly bringing me to Jiangbei. What exactly do you want to do?
Bai Xiu asked with lifeless eyes.
For some reason, sleepiness was surging up again.
He originally wasn't sleepy today, and had even completed a grand life event with Xue Ruirui, but now he felt dead tired again.
This damn system wanted to coax him to sleep again!
Why did we come to Jiangbei...
Chen Bing subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
Yeah, why...
Ahem, Tianlong Temple is holding a martial arts conference to discuss how to deal with the Hundred Ghosts Sect. We came to attend the meeting.
Chen Bing tactically pushed his glasses, covering it up.
He made up this reason on the spot; he had forgotten the real reason.
Bai Xiu looked even more bored: You could just come for this kind of thing. An Yi has appointed you as an elder, you can represent the Asura Sect.
Chen Bing fell into deep thought.
He kept feeling like he had forgotten something, but he just couldn't remember.
...
Imperial Capital, coffee shop.
Manager, you can't fire Xiao Ye!
Zi Yue said, gritting her teeth.
The balding manager wearing glasses sighed: I don't want to fire him either. After all, Xiao Ye is hardworking, capable, and smart. But look at the public opinion right now, what should I do? Hitting a customer is a huge taboo!
Xiao Ye's expression remained indifferent.
Having stayed in the secular world for two years, he knew very well how serious hitting a customer was.
Most importantly, fanned by a group of self-media influencers, he had gone completely viral.
The balding manager reached out and patted Xiao Ye's shoulder, saying slowly: Before the previous manager Zhang Ting left, she entrusted me to take good care of you. But this kind of thing is really out of my hands. Sorry about this, Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye remained unmoved.
With his performance, he was more qualified to be the manager than this balding guy, but he had declined it before.
He didn't expect this balding guy to still be on guard against him.
Manager, this is too much! Xiao Ye must stay today. If he leaves, I quit too!
Zi Yue threatened solemnly, patting her flat chest.
It's a deal!
The balding manager couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth and laughed out loud: A double blessing! Hahaha...
Imperial Capital.
Coffee shop, entrance.
Xiao Ye dragged his suitcase, standing in front of the coffee shop.
The wind was a bit bleak.
Beside him was Zi Yue, looking at him with blinking eyes, saying pitifully: Xiao Ye, where are we going next?
Xiao Ye didn't answer and let out a long sigh.
He was viral!
Completely viral!
A video titled blind man in coffee shop beats up burly man already had a million likes and tens of millions of views on Douyin.
The public opinion online was overwhelmingly coming at him.
On one hand, people said that as a waiter, beating up a customer was a dereliction of duty and required severe punishment.
On the other hand, a group of female netizens pointed out that he was very handsome and could be forgiven.
Right now, the internet was torn apart by the war of words. The coffee shop was also packed with people and had been forced to suspend operations to hide from the spotlight.
It was reasonable for Zi Yue to be fired.
This girl had worked for three months.
She delivered to the wrong table countless times!
She even poured coffee on a customer's head.
The broken cups and saucers were countless.
If it weren't for her cute looks and Xiao Ye protecting her, she would have been fired long ago.
Where to next...
Xiao Ye was also a bit lost.
Clack!
The crisp sound of high heels landed on the ground.
Xiao Ye's ears perked up, and he slowly turned around.
"Mr. Xiao Ye, would you be interested in considering our Yilan Media?"
An exquisitely beautiful girl asked, her voice unhurried.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
