Old dog...
The crowd in the City Lord’s mansion hall broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this address. Who would dare call City Lord Qi Hong that? It would surely invite death!
Qi Hong’s face turned icy cold, his body trembling with fury.
“Qi Hong, you old dog! Get the hell out here!”
Another thunderous roar echoed through the air.
The entire hall’s atmosphere grew tense and frozen.
Xu Chun raised an eyebrow slightly. He recognized the voice—it was Pockmark Wang!
“This is mutiny!”
Qi Hong slammed his palm on the table in anger, stepped out of the hall, and strode forward.
Behind him, eight top-tier experts followed him out.
“Patriarch…”
Behind Xu Chun, three spiritual cultivators hesitated.
“Follow me!” Xu Chun’s eyes glinted with cold light as he spoke solemnly.
The City Lord’s mansion was heavily guarded.
To enter, one had to pass through numerous checkpoints and barriers—it was no easy feat.
But the sky was unguarded.
When Qi Hong and his men stepped out, they instinctively looked up at the sky, where a young man with a tall, slender build stood, wearing a mysterious and eerie mask.
A pair of black wings with a metallic sheen created a powerful visual impact, while crimson flames-like energy danced around his legs, as if he was stepping through fire.
Xu Chun was deeply awed.
So Pockmark Wang could actually look this dashing when he covered his face!
“Who are you? How dare you barge into the City Lord’s mansion!”
Qi Hong asked in a cold tone.
An Yi looked down at the crowd below and said arrogantly, “Release Ye Tian!”
“This is the City Lord’s mansion! You don’t get to come and go as you please!”
Qi Hong shouted angrily.
The ground beneath him shattered, and a thick surge of earth-based spiritual power blanketed the entire area.
Xu Chun was shocked.
So Qi Hong was actually a late-stage Tian Gang spiritual cultivator—he had truly hidden his strength!
“Let me try him out!”
With a surge of energy, a short-statured spiritual cultivator from behind Qi Hong leaped into the air.
In his hands spun a massive axe, disproportionate to his size, as he swung it toward An Yi with the force of a mountain cleaver.
“Pockmark Wang! Don’t get cocky!”
As the axe-wielder roared, his blade came crashing down on An Yi.
Clang!
An Yi raised his hand, a black sword effortlessly blocking the blow.
Cold sweat dripped from the axe-wielder’s forehead.
He realized he had overestimated himself—his full-powered strike hadn’t even made the opponent’s hand tremble.
“Hah, you can withstand one hit from me? Not bad—you’ve got some skill!”
The axe-wielder put on a brave face, sneering with feigned disdain.
He figured his opponent was also at the mid-stage of Tian Gang, just like him, so a fight was still possible.
An Yi gave him a cold glance and swung his sword, saying, “Scram!”
The man raised his axe to block, his blood surging from the impact, yet he grinned viciously, “Slow and easy—nothing special!”
The Fourth Form of the Dragon-Slaying Sword—Thunderbolt!
With that, the black blade flickered with blue lightning, streaking across the sky like a flash of light!
“Ahh!”
A blood-curdling scream echoed through the air.
Blood scattered in the sky.
The axe-wielder’s chest was severely wounded, and he plummeted down, crashing heavily onto the ground with a thud.
Thud! Thud!
At that moment, the axe, now broken into two pieces, fell from the sky as well.
The crowd was horrified, staring in disbelief at the figure in the sky.
That one strike had even destroyed his weapon!
Was this man truly just at the mid-stage of Tian Gang?
“Who exactly are you, sir?”
Qi Hong suppressed the unease in his heart and asked in a low voice.
He didn’t believe for a second that someone with such ability could be the unknown Pockmark Wang.
In an instant, the names of all the top experts in the Eastern Spirit Empire flashed through Qi Hong’s mind, but none of them matched.
"My name is An Yi!"
An Yi swept his gaze across the crowd below, speaking coldly.
The people exchanged confused looks—none of them had any idea who An Yi was.
"I'll give you two choices!"
An Yi pointed his longsword at the crowd, speaking slowly. "One, release Ye Tian obediently. Two, I'll kill until you let him go!"
"What the hell kind of joke is this!"
Below, the men of Qi City were furious.
A mere mid-stage Heavenly Dipper dared to take on so many of them?
"Get him together!"
A burly man with dark skin grinned and spoke.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The remaining seven spirit practitioners soared into the air, surrounding An Yi in an encirclement.
"Let's see how much the famous Pockmark Wang is really worth!"
The dark-skinned man sneered. His name was Hu Yong, the top fighter from Yu City in Lingchuan Domain.
"You've got some nerve barging into a wolf's den. This time, you're not walking out!"
Another bald man with full-body tattoos, grinning viciously. He was Yu Cang, the top expert from Gu City.
The two twins were the Qi City Twin Killers, bodyguards of Qi Hong.
The remaining three were elite masters of Qi City, trained as Qi Hong's death warriors.
"Let's see how you escape now!"
Qi Hong clasped his hands behind his back, staring up at An Yi surrounded in the sky, a cruel smile curling on his lips.
Xu Chun's face darkened slightly. He had always thought the Xu family could at least pose a threat to the city lord's mansion. Now he realized they were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
An Yi scanned the seven men around him, his expression contemptuous: "No-name soldiers and ragtag pawns!"
"You're asking for it!"
The twin brothers roared in anger, swinging their long blades and charging in.
An Yi waved his hand, and a crescent-shaped Sword of Sorrow blade slashed horizontally.
"Watch out, brother!"
One of the Twin Killers raised his long blade, channeling water spirit power to block An Yi's attack. He staggered back several steps, blood seeping from his lips.
The others narrowed their eyes, their faces turning cold.
Hu Yong gripped his hunting knife, murderous intent blazing.
The enemy was strong—no chance of winning one-on-one. But with seven of them attacking together, this guy wouldn't have a prayer of escaping.
Just then, an indescribable tremor rippled through the air.
"What—what is this!"
The group was stunned.
An Yi's demeanor had utterly transformed.
His short black hair turned silver-white, flowing in the wind.
Behind the eerie mask, his eyes became crimson pupils.
In the same breath, An Yi's power surged upward—late-stage Heavenly Dipper, peak Heavenly Dipper, then halting just short of the Half-Step Nirvana realm.
The seven men's eyes shrank as they tightened their grips on their weapons.
What the hell is this?
An Yi grinned, his smile brimming with arrogance: "Finally got a world where I can cut loose!"
"Arrogant bastard!"
Hu Yong's hunting knife erupted with green spirit power tendrils that coiled toward An Yi.
An Yi spread open his wings and halted midair, as if bound.
"Nice work!"
One of the three death warriors yelled in glee, swinging a massive hammer at An Yi's head.
Bam!
Blood splattered. An arm, still clutching the hammer, tumbled down from the air.
Before the death warrior could even react, a foot planted itself in his face and stomped down.
Whoosh!
The ground of the city lord's mansion exploded—shards of stone and dust flying up—and blasted a huge crater. The death warrior's body shot down like a cannonball, slamming into the city wall and smashing into a bloody mess.
The binding spirit technique Hu Yong had cast shattered, his face turning pale.
An Yi raised a slender finger, pushed up the demon mask, and said softly, "Keep going."
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!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
