You don’t mess with a tiger’s rear end.
Especially a tigress.
An Yi knew he couldn’t stay at this school any longer—lingering might cost him his life.
That woman Yan Zhi could kill him!
Just as he stepped out of the school gate, An Yi paused and glanced toward the roadside.
A trash bin seemed to shift slightly.
“Someone’s there?”
An Yi frowned.
Who would hide in a place like this in the middle of a scorching day?
Then, in a flash, a group of people rushed out, brandishing bats and clubs.
“Hey, you slob in flip-flops! You see a guy in a denim jacket around here?”
A punk with an earring sneered at An Yi.
Slob?!
Him?!
“He went that way—I saw him duck in there.”
An Yi’s eyes flashed with murderous intent as he pointed toward a high-end club nearby, dead serious.
“Brothers, after him!”
The earring guy grinned and led the charge as seven or eight thugs stormed into the club.
An Yi shook his head at the sight.
These idiots had no fear—they’d pick a fight anywhere!
Sure enough, moments later—
Crash! Bang! Thud!
The sounds of chaos erupted, followed by screams.
An Yi shrugged and turned to leave.
Just then, the trash bin toppled over with a clatter, spilling garbage everywhere.
A young man crawled out from the mess.
Denim jacket… No surprise, he was probably the one those thugs had been chasing.
“Thanks for the save.”
The guy gave An Yi a grateful nod before bolting in the opposite direction.
An Yi sighed. “Kids these days! Why can’t they just live straight? Stirring up trouble, no discipline—what kind of future is that?”
Suddenly, another crowd surged down the street.
An Yi stepped back, clearing the way for these wannabe gangsters.
Then, another group appeared from the opposite direction.
An Yi’s brow furrowed.
A brawl brewing?
Perfect. He loved watching fights.
And the leader of one side… was a girl?
An Yi took a closer look. Yep, a pretty one at that.
Petite but not too short—he guessed around 5’4”. Compact but well-proportioned, with legs that looked longer than they were.
Jet-black bob cut, delicate features, big eyes, snow-white skin—adorable at first glance.
Except for the iron pipe in her hand. That ruined the vibe.
Her smudged smoky eye makeup and clip-on nose ring didn’t help. Neither did the tattoos snaking up her arm and neck, paired with a perpetually pissed-off expression as she chewed gum. Cute, but with a serious “don’t mess with me” edge.
The nose ring was crooked, the makeup uneven.
Zero effort.
Were these two groups about to throw down?
An Yi’s heart raced. Damn, he should’ve bought popcorn and soda.
This was his kind of entertainment.
But then, the opposing group stopped in front of the girl. A bald, muscular guy bowed his head respectfully. “Boss Nie, we couldn’t find Wang Yuan.”
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched.
Wait, what?
They were on the same side? So much for the show!
“You didn’t find him? What about Chengzi and the others?”
The girl—Nie Qinglan—glared, her voice icy.
“They got into a fight with the bathhouse guys… and lost. Now they’re being held for ransom.”
The bald guy looked ashamed.
“Useless! Can’t even catch one guy! Did a donkey kick your brains out? Why pick a fight with the bathhouse?!”
Nie Qinglan gritted her teeth, barely holding back her rage. She took a deep breath, then pointed at An Yi. “Leopard, this is your last chance. Screw up again, and you’d better start practicing your seppuku.”
Every eye turned to An Yi.
He blinked.
He was just a bystander! What did this have to do with him?
Couldn’t catch their guy, so they’d take it out on him?
Ridiculous!
“Got it!”
The bald guy—Leopard—cracked his knuckles and advanced.
An Yi gaped. “Chotto matte! We don’t even know each other!”
Leopard smirked. “Oh, we don’t, huh—”
“Move!”
Nie Qinglan smacked Leopard aside and swaggered up to An Yi, blowing a bubble. “Name’s Nie Qinglan. Remember it. One day, this name’ll shake all of Jiangbei City.”
An edgelord?
An Yi suppressed a sigh.
An edgelord leading a pack of delinquents—great.
“Got it. Loud and clear.” An Yi nodded solemnly.
The best way to handle edgelords? Play along.
“Good boy.” Nie Qinglan smirked, then waved her hand. “Boys, beat him up!”
“Yes, boss!”
Seventy or eighty thugs answered in unison.
An Yi’s jaw dropped.
Before he could react, the mob charged.
“Wait! Boss Nie, what did I even do?!” An Yi yelped.
Nie Qinglan shrugged. “You stole Wang Shengli’s girl. That enough for you?”
Wang Shengli was her underling?
An Yi’s stomach dropped. Of course—this all traced back to Yan Zhi!
That woman was nothing but trouble.
Seventy-odd armed thugs? Even he couldn’t take that many.
So he struck first.
A single sweeping kick—like a whip cracking through air—sent one guy flying.
Thud!
Clean. Efficient.
The thug skidded five meters before stopping.
The crowd froze. This flip-flop-wearing pretty boy packed a punch?!
“So cool!” Nie Qinglan blurted, eyes wide.
Catching the stares around her, she coughed and scowled. “You morons! Seventy against one and you’re losing? Keep going!”
An Yi used the distraction to put distance between them. Even in flip-flops, he scaled the compound wall in three steps, looking down at the crowd.
“This is unfair. You’ve got numbers—how about a one-on-one?”
He could escape anytime, but where was the fun in that?
Nie Qinglan twirled her pipe and jerked her chin at Leopard. “Wants a duel? Leopard, show him what we’re made of!”
“With pleasure!”
Leopard cracked his knuckles as the crowd cleared a space.
An Yi dropped down, flipping him off. “Baldy, you’re weak. Five hits. That’s all I need.”
“Leopard, wreck this punk!”
“You’re dead, pretty boy!”
The crowd roared, itching to see his head split open.
Leopard’s face darkened. “You asked for it!”
He lunged, fist aimed at An Yi’s face.
Bam!
An Yi sidestepped and countered with a punch of his own—knuckles colliding with a bone-jarring impact.
Both men took a step back.
The crowd gasped in shock—Leopard's punches were known to be heavy enough to crack sandbags, yet this kid had managed to block one!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
