"You, you are Wang Pockmark?"
Qi Zun's eyes showed a trace of shock.
He knew Wang Pockmark was strong, but never imagined he could be powerful enough to kill two early-stage Heavenly Stalwart spiritualists in an instant.
An Yi walked forward slowly, crimson flames swirling around his feet, leaving rings of fire on the ground as an oppressive aura radiated out.
Just standing there, Qi Zun felt he could barely hold on, his legs trembling slightly.
"Can you hold up?"
An Yi glanced at Ye Tian.
Ye Tian gripped the Coiled Dragon Halberd, straightened his body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and clenched his teeth: "Barely!"
The battle just now had left him severely injured; he was already at the end of his rope.
Qi Zun declared loudly, "Wang Pockmark, whatever you want, I'll give it to you! As long as you're willing to serve my Qi City..."
Swoosh!
Another flying knife shot out, heading straight for Qi Zun's face.
Clang!
A crisp sound rang out.
In the air, a threaded flying needle struck An Yi's flying knife, then ricocheted back.
An Yi raised an eyebrow: "Reinforcements!"
With his mastery of hidden weapons, his skill was already superb.
Whoever could block his move was truly formidable!
In the distance, atop the ruins of the inn.
A woman in a red dress looked weightless, standing on tiptoe on the debris.
Her long black hair danced lightly, her features unclear, but her breathtaking beauty could still be sensed.
An Yi couldn't make out the woman's face. Looking around, he saw dense ranks of armored soldiers swarming in, surrounding the area completely.
At that moment, Ye Tian could hold on no longer, dropping the halberd and falling to the ground with a thud.
"Forget it, I'll let you off this time."
An Yi spread his hands and activated the Art of Air Manipulation.
The fallen Ye Tian, along with his halberd, flew over, and An Yi lifted him with one hand.
"Capture him!"
Qi Zun said coldly.
In the darkness, many soldiers thrust their spears at An Yi.
Whoosh!
A pair of black wings unfurled.
An Yi, grasping Ye Tian, leaped into the air, soaring into the sky and vanishing into the night in an instant.
"Hah, pretty fast at running, the coward!"
A look of contempt appeared on Qi Zun's lips.
Suddenly!
The faint sound of air vibrating rang out from the sky as a steel needle shot straight for his brow!
Qi Zun's pupils contracted as he watched helplessly, unable to dodge.
"Watch out, young master!"
An old man suddenly appeared before Qi Zun, assuming a drawing pose with his blade and slashing toward the needle.
Clang!
The long sword cut through the light, colliding with the steel needle.
Sparks flew everywhere!
"Young master, are you alright?"
The old man knocked the needle aside, sheathed his sword, and asked sternly.
Qi Zun, still shaken, his face pale: "I really thought I was going to the underworld just now. Old Mo, lucky you were here!"
Old Mo's face turned grim: "Young master, don't provoke this man with words!"
Qi Zun nodded.
From that needle strike alone, he might never dare to provoke An Yi again for the rest of his life.
Old Mo looked in the direction An Yi had left, his gaze intense.
His hand, holding the sword, trembled uncontrollably, blood trickling down his arm.
To block that steel needle, his tiger mouth had split open, and even his treasured long sword had cracked from the impact.
He was at the mid-stage of Heavenly Stalwart! Yet even receiving a casual strike was this difficult!
Who exactly is this Wang Pockmark?!
"Let's go!"
From afar, the red-dressed woman's figure floated down lightly.
Qi Zun's eyes glowed red, and he said dazedly, "Alright!"
Old Mo felt puzzled and mused, "Young master, is this person..."
Qi Zun glanced at him, his voice chilling: "Do your job as a guard! Stay out of things you shouldn't meddle in!"
The sudden burst of oppressive force made cold sweat break out on Old Mo's forehead. He quickly clasped his hands: "Understood!"
...
Blood, endless blood, dyed the sky red.
Countless people fought on this battlefield.
The sounds of slaughter and shouting echoed between heaven and earth.
Tattered flags flapped noisily in the fierce wind.
Broken spears, damaged swords, bodies...
Ye Tian stared blankly at everything before him, his gaze vacant.
He looked at the halberd in his hand.
Then he looked at the sky, at the figures standing there.
He tried to speak, but realized his voice had turned into a woman's.
Looking at his slender arms, he discovered he had become a woman in red light armor.
The halberd remained unchanged—still the Coiled Dragon Halberd...
What was going on!
Ye Tian was confused.
Slowly, the scenes before him began to blur.
He slowly opened his eyes.
"Oh, you're awake?"
An Yi was busy with a grill, fanning it with a palm-leaf fan, fragrant aromas filling the air.
Ye Tian clutched his head, finding layers of bandages wrapped around it.
Looking down, his body was also wrapped in bandages, layer upon layer.
"I put some ointment on you. You'll recover soon."
An Yi blew on a hot chicken leg, tore off a piece, chewed it, and sprinkled some cumin: "Want some?"
Ye Tian shook his head.
He had just woken up and couldn't stomach such greasy food yet.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Ye Tian asked.
"Three days, just lost too much blood. You're not dying."
An Yi said casually.
Ye Tian calmed down and let out a long sigh of relief.
He felt he had had a long dream.
Very real.
That sense of sorrow and helplessness lingered in his heart, even after waking up for so long.
"What did you dream about?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, adding: "While you were dreaming, you kept shouting, 'A bunch of beasts, you all deserve to die!'"
Ye Tian was taken aback: "Did I really shout that?"
"You did, and you yelled all night long." An Yi looked at him with a hint of suspicion.
What on earth did this guy dream about to yell like that?
'Don't do it, Jay-Verse style'?
Ye Tian collected his thoughts, hesitated, and said, "If, just if, one day you find out you've turned into a woman, what would you do?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow, interested: "Pretty?"
Ye Tian thought back for a moment and nodded: "Very pretty, drop-dead gorgeous."
An Yi slapped Ye Tian on the shoulder, his face full of gravity: "I'd choose to enjoy myself thoroughly with the young master of this family!"
Ye Tian: "..."
"Oh, this young lad is awake?"
Just then, a ragged old man walked over to the bridge opening.
Ye Tian felt he looked familiar. Recalling, he remembered seeing him once at the Xu Family Restaurant.
Back then, An Yi had invited him in for a meal.
"This is Old Tao, a garbage picker. You saw him last time at the Xu Family Restaurant."
An Yi introduced briefly.
He and Ye Tian were now wanted throughout Qi City.
A bounty of ten thousand gold coins each!
Reporting any information would earn a reward of five gold coins.
So, the entire city was searching for Wang Pockmark and Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was severely injured, needing a place for treatment.
By chance, they ran into Old Tao, the garbage picker under the bridge.
And then Old Tao enthusiastically invited them to stay in the bridge tunnel.
Ye Tian nodded slightly: "Hello."
"Hello, hello."
Old Tao seemed a bit excited, rubbing his hands: "Did you know? Your heads are now worth twenty thousand gold coins each! Twenty thousand gold coins! We're rich now!"
An Yi: "?"
We're rich?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
