Have you heard? Yesterday, the Eldest Miss picked up a man of unknown origin in the Ghost Mist Forest.
Heh, ptooey! Of course I heard! He's just a pretty boy!
Damn it, he doesn't even look that sturdy, and suddenly he's a guard? What right does he have to protect the Eldest Miss!
The servants were pounding medicine in the courtyard, gathering together and gossiping.
Their words were full of contempt for that new guard.
Hearing this news, Ye Tian frowned slightly.
Kid, it looks like your wish won't be fulfilled.
Ye Tian stood up, stopped the medicine pestle in his hand, and sighed softly.
He hadn't been reborn; rather, his soul had transmigrated.
The original owner of this body had died in his sleep, and then his soul, the soul of Ye Nantian, had traversed into this vessel, becoming Ye Tian.
The original owner, Ye Tian, liked Luo Zhihan.
This was no secret.
All the servants in the Luo family liked her.
So, when the butler initially announced that a guard would be chosen from among the servants...
They all howled like wolves, hoping to show off their skills and win the favor of the Eldest Miss of the Luo family.
Although they all knew clearly that even if they became guards, they wouldn't be able to hook up with the Eldest Miss.
But that didn't stop them from fantasizing!
What if it actually happened!
A servant who doesn't want to hook up with the Eldest Miss isn't a good servant!
The original owner, Ye Tian, obviously had the same thoughts.
In his ignorant and youthful teenage years, a girl like Luo Zhihan was simply the girl of his dreams.
To be able to stay by the Eldest Miss's side and protect her as a guard was Ye Tian's ultimate dream.
Ye Nantian had originally wanted to fulfill this wish for the original owner, but now it seemed that the dream had been shattered.
It was quite a pity.
Third Young Master, keep doing your work! Why are you looking at us!
A pockmarked servant grinned.
Then, the group of servants burst into cheerful laughter.
They were all poor commoners, but Ye Tian was different. He used to be the Third Young Master of the Ye family, enjoying a period of glory. Seeing him reduced to a lowly commoner without even a piece of land, just like them, gave them an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Heh, it really is a case of a tiger falling into the plains being bullied by dogs!
Ye Tian looked at the few servants, a hint of disdain showing in his eyes.
That gaze was as if he were looking at ants.
Instantly, the pockmarked man was enraged.
Damn it, this kid is insulting us!
The group of servants quickly said, Don't talk nonsense. If he's insulting you, he's insulting you. Don't drag us into it.
Pockmark Wang, he's bullying you to this extent, don't chicken out!
Beat him! Beat him!
For a moment, annoyance appeared on Pockmark Wang's face. He looked at Ye Tian and raised his fist: You brat, I'll teach you a lesson today!
Watching Pockmark Wang's completely disorganized fist, Ye Tian revealed a look of contempt.
A strong surge of confidence spontaneously arose within him.
He was once a half-step Soul Formation spiritual cultivator!
How could such an unthreatening fist possibly hurt...
Bang!
The punch landed!
Ye Tian saw stars and stumbled back two steps, his eye socket instantly bruising.
He could have actually dodged it just now.
But having just transmigrated into this body yesterday, he hadn't fully adapted yet, and his agility was still somewhat lacking.
Thus, he was careless and didn't dodge, resulting in him getting sneak-attacked!
Damn you, let's see you act arrogant now!
Landing that punch made Pockmark Wang feel incredibly refreshed instantly.
Beautiful hit, Pockmark!
Good job, that punch was really satisfying!
Murderous intent surfaced in Ye Tian's eyes as he stepped forward and threw a horizontal punch.
He was a dignified supreme expert of the human race!
Thud!
A muffled sound!
This punch was sharp and domineering!
Well, the person who got hit was still Ye Tian.
It had to be said that Pockmark Wang had some skills.
After all, having done manual labor for twenty years, strength was the last thing he lacked.
Just a few months ago, Ye Tian was still the Third Young Master, used to living a pampered life. He had barely any strength, and even after suffering for a few days, it hadn't increased much.
Moreover, in his previous life, he focused on spiritual arts cultivation and didn't train his physical body much. For a moment, he was actually suppressed and beaten by Pockmark Wang.
Ye Tian's eyes turned cold. He stopped resisting and secretly accumulated his strength!
Pockmark Wang got more and more excited as he beat him, completely unaware that danger was approaching.
Thud!
The sound of balls shattering.
With a knee strike, Ye Tian knocked Pockmark Wang to the ground, making him instantly lose all resistance.
Damn it, you hit me, right!
Take this for hitting me! Take this for hitting me!
...
On the other side.
The sun was almost at noon.
An Yi just woke up, yawning.
Wearing a guard's uniform, led by Ah Lai, he strolled around with his hands behind his back like a boss.
Our Luo family mainly focuses on the medicinal herbs business. Over here is the West Courtyard, where all the newly arrived herbs are kept. Over here is the East Courtyard, where some servants are responsible for simple processing...
Ah Lai took An Yi around to familiarize him with the Luo family's environment.
An Yi glanced slightly.
A passable family background.
In this town, they should be considered the dominant force.
He had Ah Lai show him around mainly because he wanted to figure out one thing.
What exactly was going on with suppressing the Son of Destiny!
You know, suppressing the Son of Destiny hadn't happened for a long time.
He remembered the last time this happened was the last time!
After all, for guys like Fang Jueming and Bai Xiu, who knew how long he had to wait for their Destiny Value to reach the standard before it maxed out.
If he wanted to subdue them, how could he bear to suppress them!
This wasn't something that a point or two of Evil Value could make up for!
But yesterday, what was that about suppressing the Son of Destiny?
The rewarded Evil Value was all connected to his actions.
The key was, he hadn't even done anything!
Why did he earn Evil Value!
Pondering over this, An Yi arrived at the East Courtyard under Ah Lai's guidance.
What caught his eye was a pair of servants wrestling together.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
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.
