The ticking sound was like a devil's melody.
Qin Yao's delicate body trembled.
Though her eyes were closed, she knew the woman from earlier had strapped a timed bomb to her.
She also knew the man who kidnapped her was now threatening her father.
No one was fearless in the face of death—not even the strongest.
When she heard the bomb's timer accelerate, Qin Yao's heart pounded so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest.
Her vision was pitch black, with only the sound of the bomb ticking like the grim reaper's call.
"Qin Yao! Don't be afraid! I'm here!"
An Yi stared at Qin Yao, bound to the bomb, and shouted.
"An Yi! An Yi! Is that really you?"
Qin Yao, eyes still shut, grew emotional at the sound of his voice, her strong facade crumbling as tears streamed down her face.
Bastard!
An Yi and Lin Chen barged in, their expressions turning icy when they saw Qin Yao tied up.
Her arms were pierced by thin steel needles, blood soaking her skirt and pooling beneath the chair.
"Qin Zhengwei, I tried negotiating business with you properly, but you refused. Now you’d rather see your only daughter blown to pieces?"
Butcher glanced coldly at An Yi and Lin Chen, leisurely holding the bomb's remote, its speed already maxed out.
The timer, originally set for twelve hours, had been accelerated—first to double speed, then triple, finally stopping at six times faster.
Now, the bomb would detonate in less than two hours.
"Butcher! Please, I beg you—disarm the bomb! I’ll give you anything! Tomorrow, my company, all my properties, luxury cars, funds—everything will be yours! Just don’t hurt my daughter!"
Qin Zhengwei roared into the screen, eyes bloodshot, face twisted in fury.
Butcher sneered. "At this point, I might as well tell you the truth, Qin Zhengwei. I never planned to spare your daughter! I was going to take a billion and then send her off, but these two brats ruined my plans. You should thank them—they just saved you a billion!"
"You son of a bitch, I hope you die screaming!" An Yi spat, gripping a sleek black combat dagger.
"Plenty of dying men have cursed me. Funny thing—they’re all dead, and I’m still here."
Butcher smirked, eyeing the dagger in An Yi’s hand. "That’s Wolf Eye’s custom blade, worth a hundred grand. Barely used, and now you’ve got it."
Blue Shark and Wolf Eye had been sent to intercept the intruders.
Now, the two were nowhere to be seen, while An Yi and Lin Chen had made it inside. The outcome was obvious.
Butcher was shocked by their strength.
Wolf Eye wasn’t much of a fighter—his real skill lay with firearms.
But Blue Shark? A genuine killing machine. Yet even he had fallen to them.
Butcher seethed silently.
First, Tiger Cannon had been captured, costing him his right-hand man. Now, Blue Shark and Wolf Eye were gone too.
His team was down to just him and Viper.
"That woman in the bodysuit looks tough. I’ll take her. You handle the idiot wearing sunglasses at night!" An Yi said coldly, dagger in hand.
Lin Chen: "…"
Viper was an A-rank assassin—and a woman.
The man in sunglasses was Butcher, an S-rank killer, one of the top names in the Paradise organization.
The difference in their strength was obvious.
And this bastard was leaving the hard fight to him!
"You know how to defuse bombs?" Lin Chen asked seriously.
An Yi: "…"
Watching the two determined youths, Butcher casually ended the call with Qin Zhengwei’s frantic projection and drew a short blade from his sleeve.
The silver-white weapon was barely an inch long, more like a long dagger, gleaming coldly.
"Both of you, come at me together."
Butcher spoke with confidence.
His strength allowed him that arrogance.
"I can handle you alone, no problem!" An Yi taunted, stepping forward with his dagger.
At the same time, Lin Chen dashed toward Viper, launching his attack.
Butcher instantly understood their plan.
One would stall, the other would rescue. Not a bad idea.
"Kid, you two might’ve stood a chance together. But splitting up? That’s just stupid."
Butcher grinned.
His body moved like a gust of wind.
An Yi’s pupils shrank—he barely had time to react before Butcher was behind him.
"Pathetic."
Butcher wiped blood from his blade with a smirk.
A long, deep gash split open across An Yi’s waist, blood spilling out.
Lin Chen’s heart raced at the sight.
This was an S-rank killer from Paradise—far beyond their level.
He had to finish Viper fast, or An Yi would die.
"Kid, if you don’t treat that wound, you’ll bleed out."
Butcher’s grin was sinister.
His blade wasn’t ordinary—its jagged, serrated edge ensured wounds wouldn’t stop bleeding.
"The hell kind of knife is this? More like a damn saw!"
An Yi pressed a few acupoints, stopping the blood flow.
Butcher’s eyes widened.
Was this kid using… pressure points?
No way.
That was just TV nonsense.
Suppressing the bleeding with controlled energy, An Yi exhaled in relief.
"Kid, you even know medicine? I’m starting to like you. Join Paradise—work for me."
Butcher reappeared beside him, voice smooth.
Familiarity bred confidence.
This time, An Yi handled Butcher’s terrifying speed better, though still strained.
Clang!
Dagger met short blade, sparks flying in the dark.
An Yi gritted his teeth against the force. "Let Qin Yao go, and I’ll consider your offer. Ten grand a month, plus a new woman every day? Not bad."
"Then just die!"
Butcher swung again, twisting his body for a brutal slash.
Clang!
Another metallic screech.
An Yi staggered back, slamming against the wall to steady himself. His arm nearly gave out from the impact.
Strong.
This sunglasses-wearing bastard was strong.
An Yi’s gaze turned icy.
His Flash Fist wouldn’t land a fifth hit.
Even if it did, it might not do any damage.
Use Backstab’s 150% damage boost?
But a fighter like Butcher would never expose his back.
Speed, strength—Butcher outclassed him completely.
And after just two exchanges, An Yi knew: this man was a master with the blade.
With his own dagger skills at Level 1, winning through technique was a pipe dream.
For the first time since coming to this world, he felt true helplessness.
But... there might still be a chance!
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.”
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
