Nie Qinglan was slightly taken aback.
The Ghost Eagle organization, she naturally knew it well; it was the very organization her father had founded.
Her beautiful eyes widened as she demanded sharply, "What will?! Where is my dad?!"
"The leader... the leader has passed away."
The bearded man spoke in a deep voice, his face filled with sorrow.
Passed away!
Nie Qinglan staggered.
Beside her, An Yi quickly supported her.
"You're lying! How is that possible?!"
Hearing this, Nie Qinglan could no longer hold back her tears.
How could that man, who always had everything under control, die so easily?
He was clearly so selfish!
A guy who only ever cared about himself, how could he just die like that!
An Yi sighed softly.
Nie Chengwen was Nie Qinglan's only family.
That was why, when Nie Chengwen fell for that woman Shirley, Nie Qinglan chose to turn herself into a delinquent girl, attempting to draw her father's attention back to her.
Now, Nie Chengwen was gone.
The sky that had tolerated her recklessness had also collapsed...
...
The room was dim.
Nie Qinglan's small body was curled up, completely silent.
"I'm coming in."
An Yi knocked on the door, then pushed it open and walked in.
Looking at Nie Qinglan, An Yi sighed softly, but didn't know how to comfort her.
"Are they still outside?"
Nie Qinglan asked quietly.
An Yi nodded. "It's been two days, and they're all still waiting outside."
These guys from Ghost Eagle were quite stubborn.
Since Nie Qinglan hadn't agreed, they just kept waiting outside.
To them, Nie Chengwen's will was their only command!
"Yeah."
Nie Qinglan nodded, a hint of determination appearing in her eyes. "An Yi, I want to give it a try."
"Follow your choice, just don't let yourself regret it," An Yi said slowly.
The current Nie Qinglan obviously didn't possess the abilities a leader should have.
But who is born a leader?
Just like him, it was only after going through so many trials step by step that he slowly became a wise and mighty Boss!
The sky was heavily clouded, and a fine drizzle was falling.
It brought a trace of chill to the season that was just entering summer.
A group of Ghost Eagle martial artists were all half-kneeling on the ground in unison, waiting motionless.
For two whole days, they hadn't moved a muscle.
Creak!
The faint sound of a door opening rang out, and Nie Qinglan stepped forward.
The rain soaked her short hair and wet her stunning face, but her expression grew increasingly resolute.
"Greetings, Leader!"
The Ghost Eagle martial artists shouted in unison! Their majestic voices seemed to shatter the curtain of rain in the sky.
"Rise!"
Nie Qinglan's voice was solemn. "From today onwards, I, Nie Qinglan, will take over the position of Ghost Eagle's Leader!"
"Yes!"
The majestic shout rang out once more.
The people of Ghost Eagle stood up, looking at Nie Qinglan with excited eyes.
...
Mystic Realm.
The sounds of slaughter and battle cries echoed throughout this world.
"Go! Hurry up and go!"
A ten-meter-tall cyclops swung the massive hammer in his hand, smashing it fiercely toward the enemy ahead.
Thump!
The iron hammer shattered!
A short man with curly, instant-noodle-like hair, wearing a black robe, raised his hand and effortlessly blocked the cyclops' attack.
A look of indifference appeared in the man's eyes. He took out an instrument in his hand, glanced at it, and said, "Ranked fifteenth among the Heavenly Spirits, Cyclops."
Having lost his weapon, the cyclops swung his fist and smashed it fiercely at the black-robed man. "Die!"
Crack!
The curly-haired man turned off the holographic projection on his wrist and said disdainfully, "Can't even withstand a single blow."
Thump!
A Buddhist seal formed by a giant hand slammed ruthlessly into the cyclops' chest.
His sternum caved in, and his back suddenly bulged out from his tall frame!
In that instant, his internal organs were completely pulverized!
The cyclops collapsed.
"Big Ghost!"
A group of demon race members from the Hundred Ghosts Sect looked at the curly-haired man with horrified expressions.
Even a cyclops who ranked among the Heavenly Spirits couldn't stop him, let alone people like them!
"Who... who exactly are you?"
A demon race member stared at the curly-haired man in terror and asked with a trembling voice.
"Pantheon of Gods, Third Hall, Yin Tiger!"
The curly-haired man spoke slowly and swung his hand out once again.
Blood filled the air, and corpses littered the ground.
"Reporting to Marshal Long! Mystic Realm, Three Mountains Ridge demon race, has been dealt with! Over!"
The curly-haired man tapped his earpiece and spoke slowly.
After Nie Xuan's death, the Pantheon of Gods was the first organization to breach the Mystic Realm.
They launched a suppression campaign against the members of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
The results were extremely significant.
Far away on the other side, in the Imperial Capital.
Long Aoyun used a similar specialized earpiece to communicate. "What about the other Heavenly Spirit demonic beasts?"
Yin Tiger said faintly, "None found. So far, we have killed twenty-seven of the Hundred Ghosts, including twenty-one Earthly Fiends and six Heavenly Spirits!"
"Continue."
Long Aoyun said coldly, turning off the earpiece.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect, this organization that had brutalized the common people for a thousand years, had to be wiped out in one fell swoop!
"Report!"
A woman with a graceful figure, wearing a black uniform and glasses, walked over slowly.
Long Aoyun asked plainly, "What is it?"
The woman said in a deep voice, "According to Xu Dog's intelligence, the new leader of Ghost Eagle is Nie Qinglan."
"Nie Chengwen's daughter?"
Long Aoyun narrowed his eyes slightly.
This was not good news.
Nie Qinglan had another identity.
The girlfriend of An Yi, the Sect Master of the Asura Sect.
If Ghost Eagle was taken over by Nie Qinglan, then barring any surprises, it would very likely end up just like the Underworld, being absorbed into the Asura Sect's sphere of influence.
This was definitely not good news.
The organization known as Ghost Eagle was simply too unique.
Nie Chengwen had significant ambitions and formidable abilities.
He could be called a formidable figure of his generation!
As the world's largest underground organization, Ghost Eagle's influence had permeated the entire globe!
Moreover, they operated the largest arms business.
Not only did they control cutting-edge weaponry, but they also possessed a large number of research and development personnel.
The potion that An Yi had previously pilfered was a product of the Ghost Eagle organization.
Now that the Underworld had already been absorbed into the Asura Sect, if Ghost Eagle was added to the mix, their strength could no longer be underestimated.
Or rather, they already threatened the existence of the Pantheon of Gods.
This was absolutely not good news.
"Marshal Long, I suggest we eradicate the Asura Sect!"
The woman said with a stern voice, "The Asura Sect itself took in some evil factions from Hong Kong Island, and combined with assassins from all over the world to form the Rakshasa, the notorious Underworld, and now Ghost Eagle... The Asura Sect is practically an organization festering with every kind of poison! Now, the Law Enforcement Bureau has even promised them Starbright Island as a base! For Great Xia, this is simply unimaginable!"
"Mao Rabbit, do you think the Asura Sect will be a hidden danger?" Long Aoyun asked plainly.
Mao Rabbit said sharply, "Leaving aside Sect Master An Yi, the others—Lin Chen, Chen Bing, Bai Xiu, Shangguan Qianqian... they are all massive threats! If we don't take this opportunity to eradicate them, leaving them be will inevitably lead to disaster!"
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!
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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.
