"Nonsense! What spirit core! Little Ming is my most beloved disciple, bar none. How could I let a dog bite him!" An Yi said with righteous indignation.
However, why did he let the dog bite Little Ming in the first place?
He forgot...
He just felt that everything that happened today was inexplicable.
Hongtian was furious.
"You surnamed An, you went back on your word again!"
"You dead dog, you couldn't even leave a tooth mark, yet you dare to ask me for credit!"
"Fuck, watch this venerable one bite you to death... Put it down, put the chain down for me!"
...
Wearing sunglasses and steering with one hand, An Yi drove his Lamborghini past the gate of Donghai University. He slowed down to a snail's pace, waiting for the admiring gazes of the pedestrians outside.
"The guy in the passenger seat is so handsome, I really love him!"
"I like this kind of obedient-looking little wolf dog the most!"
"What kind of car is this! It looks so amazing!"
A group of girls looked at Fang Jueming in the passenger seat, revealing infatuated expressions.
An Yi's face darkened, and he decisively stepped on the gas.
The Lamborghini turned into a streak of light in the dark night and sped past!
A miscalculation!
The school gate was on the right side. His handsome posture was perfectly blocked from the people outside by Fang Jueming in the passenger seat.
"Master, where are we going to cultivate?"
Fang Jueming scratched his head and asked curiously.
Cultivate? Cultivate my ass!
"I never cultivate," An Yi said leisurely.
He just wanted to come out for a simple joyride.
But this silly boy naively thought that since he didn't cultivate during the day, he must focus all his cultivation at night.
Fang Jueming was shocked: "Master, you, you..."
"Have you ever seen the author mention me cultivating even once?"
An Yi asked seriously.
Fang Jueming looked blank. It seemed there really wasn't.
A slight smile appeared on An Yi's lips.
Not only did he not cultivate in this world, but even when he was in the Ancient Continent, he rarely cultivated intentionally.
All he learned were just some basic sword techniques!
As for spirit arts... they came effortlessly to him. What was there to learn about things he could master just by watching them once?
If it were solely based on hard work, how could he possibly possess strength comparable to a god at the young age of seventeen or eighteen?
He relied on his bloodline talent! And the piling up of countless resources!
This was the absolute reason why the Night Sect could stand tall in the Ancient Continent.
Thinking of this, An Yi sighed.
However, this was perhaps also the reason why the Night Sect was targeted.
Those guys who called themselves gods would absolutely not allow others to easily reach their heights.
Otherwise, it would make those dictators known as gods feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, unable to rest easy.
Now, not only had he recovered his Dark Spirit Vein, but he also possessed a terrifying six spirit veins in his body.
It wouldn't be difficult to return to his former strength.
But to defeat those gods of the Ninth Heaven, relying on him alone was not enough.
Therefore, while he seemed to be just drifting along right now, he was actually waiting for the rise of the Asura Sect.
This was his core team for heading to the Ancient Continent!
Fang Jueming said with a look of worship, "Master, if you don't cultivate, how do you improve your strength?"
An Yi yawned and said, "This can't be learned. Don't you have that system!"
Fang Jueming scratched his head and said ashamedly, "I have already completed the one hundred million punches, but the next one requires one billion punches."
The [Billions of Punches] system's tasks were terrifyingly monotonous.
One million punches!
Ten million punches!
One hundred million punches!
In the previous time, he had completed them all.
But the next one was one billion punches, which couldn't be accomplished just by simply throwing punches.
Fang Jueming looked naive, but he wasn't truly stupid. By the time he finished throwing all those punches, it would be too late for anything.
There were only over thirty million seconds in a year.
Out of that, he still had to deduct time for sleeping, resting, eating, and so on.
Originally, in martial arts, the Cold-Faced Axe Fist Wu Tong could still teach Fang Jueming a little something.
But now, Fang Jueming had already reached the peak of the Void Realm half a year ago. As a mere Transformation Realm martial artist, what Wu Tong could teach was truly limited, so he had no choice but to let him find An Yi.
After all, no matter how unreliable this guy was, he was still the fourth-ranked existence on the Heavenly Ranking.
After pondering, An Yi had a flash of inspiration. "Actually, I really do have a way for you to complete one billion punches."
Fang Jueming showed an excited expression. "Master, please tell me."
"Do you care about your appearance?" An Yi asked seriously.
Fang Jueming thought about it and said, "Not too much, I guess."
"Then as your master, I will teach you this Spirit Condensation Art!"
An Yi said earnestly. "Fists are a man's true romance. Things like hair are actually dispensable."
The Spirit Condensation Art eliminated the need for sleep, allowing all sleeping time to be used for throwing punches!
Wouldn't the completion speed be much faster then!
He would go bald, but he would also become stronger!
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly. "Master, I want to learn this!"
"You are teachable!"
An Yi nodded with a smile.
It had to be said, Fang Jueming was indeed worthy of being one of the nine great protagonists chosen by the system.
His comprehension ability was simply beyond words.
After An Yi briefly explained the essentials of the Spirit Condensation Art, Fang Jueming had already fully mastered it.
At night, the lights were dimming.
A bar with the words "King's Landing" hung outside was particularly eye-catching on this quiet street.
"This place..."
Fang Jueming frowned slightly. This didn't look like a decent place.
The Lamborghini Veneno parked steadily by the roadside.
Looking thrilled, An Yi stopped the car. "This is it, Little Ming, get out!"
Fang Jueming looked bewildered. "Master, what are we doing in a place like this?"
An Yi said with a serious face, "Cultivation is not about tempering your fists, but tempering your heart!"
Hearing this, Fang Jueming looked thoughtful. "The curator taught me the same thing before. For a martial artist, the emphasis is on cultivating the mind and character!"
"Yes, exactly! So today, your master has brought you here to temper your will. For a martial artist, entering the world and transcending the world are processes that must be experienced. Only after experiencing the utmost prosperity can one truly calm their heart and focus on the martial apex! This place is full of worldly disturbances, making it the best place for cultivation!"
An Yi taught in a deadpan manner.
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly, his gaze sharp. "I understand."
"By the way, don't tell your master's wife about this,"
An Yi instructed solemnly.
Fang Jueming was slightly taken aback. "Why?"
"The process of cultivation is always painful. I'm afraid she will worry," An Yi said seriously.
Fang Jueming nodded solemnly.
Master really was a gentle and good man.
An Yi fixed his hair and wanted to hang the Lamborghini key around his neck with a string so it would be more conspicuous.
But realizing it looked a bit stupid, he had no choice but to throw it into his storage space.
Why come to a bar?
For recreation, of course!
Tens of billions in assets! He had nowhere to spend it!
After fighting battles his whole life, couldn't he enjoy himself a little!
It was strange though. Ever since he returned from the Immortal Sect, he always felt an indescribable exhaustion.
Thinking back, a week had already passed... Hmm, only a week?
Thinking of this, An Yi took out his phone.
The time displayed on it was impressively April 1st, 11:59 PM!
An Yi swallowed hard.
Watching the numbers change, at the exact moment it became 00:00 on April 2nd, he finally breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
He didn't know what he was worried about either, but it felt as if a giant rock in his heart had finally hit the ground.
"Little Ming, let's go!"
An Yi said with a smile as he looked at the sign for Junlin Bar.
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!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
