Watching Wu Huan’s body being devoured by the Profound Nether Flames, Ye Tian’s eyes brimmed with tears, yet a faint smile appeared on his face. The hatred that had tormented him for so long seemed to dissipate considerably.
He had avenged the Ye family…
Ye Tian’s body plummeted from the sky.
A moment later, a gentle force caught him and slowly lowered him to the ground.
“Are you all right, Ye Tian?”
An Yi, who had been watching the show from beginning to end, caught him with his qi-controlling technique and spoke in an unhurried tone.
Ye Tian rolled his eyes at him.
His body felt as if it had been completely disassembled. Pain coursed through every limb and bone. That bastard was actually still making sarcastic remarks at a time like this.
The results of this battle were quite obvious.
Ye Tian’s Destiny Value had risen from 85 to 95.
He was probably only a little short of reaching the full value of 100.
All his painstaking effort had not been in vain.
At that moment, An Yi actually felt the satisfaction of carefully cultivating a squash that had finally blossomed and borne fruit.
At the same time, Ye Tian’s main storyline quest had surprisingly been marked as 50% complete.
Hmm? What was he supposed to do for the other half?
Hong Lian said solemnly, “His condition is extremely serious. We must take him to a physician.”
“No need!”
An Yi said arrogantly, “Leave him to me.”
In his eyes, Ye Tian’s injuries were nothing serious.
Ye Tian looked at An Yi and said earnestly, “Thank you!”
An Yi naturally knew what he was thanking him for. The corners of his lips curled into a smile as he slowly said, “That was your battle. I wasn’t going to interfere.”
A smile appeared on Ye Tian’s face.
Indeed, to An Yi, dealing with Wu Huan, who was at the Half-Step Nirvana realm, would have been as easy as throwing three punches and two kicks.
But that was not the result Ye Tian wanted!
Looking at the devastated City Lord’s Manor, An Yi turned to Hong Lian and shrugged.
“I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“How am I supposed to deal with it?”
Hong Lian frowned at him.
However, An Yi had already spread his wings and disappeared without a trace, carrying Ye Tian with him.
“Bastard!”
Hong Lian clenched her teeth. That bastard had actually abandoned her and run off just like that.
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Eastern Profound Academy.
“Are you insane? Completely insane!”
“You actually killed the Purple-robed Bishop?”
“You’re unbelievably bold! You—you—you…”
Old Tao berated An Yi, spittle flying from his mouth as his face flushed with anger.
Inside, he was even more panicked.
He knew that this bastard was reckless, but he had never expected him to be reckless to this degree. He had actually killed the Purple-robed Bishop of the Divine Spirit Church.
The Purple-robed Bishop!
His status was even more exalted than that of the ruler of the Dongling Empire!
Old Tao regretted his decision so much that his intestines had turned green. He had clearly been out of his mind when he arranged for such an outrageous troublemaker to enter Eastern Profound Academy.
An Yi said leisurely, “Don’t get worked up. Isn’t my bounty notice already withdrawn?”
“Of course it was! Are you actually proud of this?”
Old Tao glared at him furiously.
Indeed, after word spread that the Great Demon King An Yi had slaughtered Wu Huan, the Purple-robed Bishop, the bounty on An Yi in the imperial capital was immediately withdrawn.
There was no other choice.
This guy was far too ruthless!
He had even dared to kill a bishop of the Divine Spirit Church. Adding the head of the Dongling Empire’s ruler to the list probably wouldn’t have been a problem for him either.
Now, even the people in the imperial capital trembled at the mention of An Yi’s name. Who would still dare pursue him?
Overnight, the number of spirit cultivators wanting to travel to Qicheng to make a fortune had also dropped sharply.
“I’ll prepare some travel money for you. Run for your life.”
Old Tao sighed.
An Yi had offended the Divine Spirit Church. It seemed that he would spend the rest of his life fleeing endlessly.
An Yi’s expression remained calm.
Ye Tian had been the one to kill Wu Huan, but the story that spread outside was that the Great Demon King An Yi had slaughtered the Purple-robed Bishop.
He had taken responsibility for the entire matter.
There had been only a handful of witnesses at the City Lord’s Manor that night, and all the people from the Divine Spirit Church had already been killed.
By now, An Yi’s name had become famous. In just a few days, it had spread throughout the various empires.
Everyone knew about this audacious troublemaker!
Slaughtering a Purple-robed Bishop was tantamount to openly challenging the Divine Spirit Church.
An Yi said calmly, “Old Tao, there’s one more thing I need to trouble you with.”
“Go on.”
Old Tao responded irritably.
An Yi slowly said, “There was something wrong with Wu Huan.”
“What do you mean?”
A trace of curiosity appeared on Old Tao’s face.
“That bastard used the selection of consorts for the Divine Son as an excuse and harmed at least ten thousand young women. With your abilities, investigating these matters shouldn’t be difficult, right?”
An Yi spoke slowly.
Old Tao shook his head. “Those beasts have been using the name of the divine spirits to commit every kind of atrocity for years. Ordinary people can’t afford to provoke them. It’ll be difficult to bring them down over something like this.”
“Then there’s one more thing. He was a member of the Sand Clan.”
A smile tugged at the corners of An Yi’s mouth.
Upon hearing this, Old Tao’s expression changed dramatically.
“That’s a major matter. Do you have proof?”
The Sand Clan had once been a people abandoned by the gods.
Members of this clan generally possessed extraordinary talents. They were also among the earliest factions to be suppressed by the divine spirits.
Unlike the Night Sect, they had never produced a powerful expert capable of matching the divine spirits.
As a result, they were quickly suppressed.
On the Ancient Continent, they had always been a target for the Divine Spirit Church to suppress and exterminate.
The Sand Clan was brutal and bloodthirsty by nature.
Thus, the suppression of the Sand Clan had received widespread support from the people.
If this Purple-robed Bishop really was a member of the Sand Clan, then the matter would become extremely serious.
It would be like burying a land mine right outside one’s own home!
An Yi grinned. “I do. And I have plenty of it.”
Old Tao pondered for a moment before saying, “If that’s really the case, your danger will be greatly reduced. Perhaps the Divine Spirit Church won’t pursue the matter.”
An Yi waved his hand.
“No! No! No! Spread the word properly. I want the Divine Spirit Church to give me an award.”
Old Tao was speechless.
He had killed one of their Purple-robed Bishops and still expected the Divine Spirit Church to honor him with an award. Had his brain short-circuited?
…
Eastern Profound Academy.
Medical Hall.
“Open your mouth. Drink slowly.”
Xue Jia carefully held a spoon and fed Ye Tian some porridge.
Ye Tian cautiously opened his mouth and swallowed.
After forcibly channeling spiritual power into his body, all the meridians throughout Ye Tian’s body had been shattered. An Yi had forcibly reconnected them for him.
Otherwise, Ye Tian probably would not have recovered even after a year or two. He might even have been crippled for life.
Even so, his body still needed one or two months of recuperation.
“Jiajia, it’s wonderful having you here.”
Ye Tian looked at Xue Jia and wore a foolish grin.
“What’s so wonderful about it? Who beat you up? An Yi?”
Xue Jia asked angrily.
“It wasn’t him. He hasn’t reached that level of cruelty yet.”
Ye Tian hurriedly changed the subject. “How has the auction house been lately?”
“The president, Zhu Xing, was injured by An Yi. He still can’t get out of bed, and he probably won’t be able to accomplish much in the future. Our third granduncle has taken over the Hongfu Auction House again.”
Xue Jia’s brows curved with happiness. Clearly, things had been going fairly well recently.
“That’s good.”
A faint smile appeared on Ye Tian’s face.
“I heard An Yi is going to the Divine Phoenix Empire. Are you going with him?”
A hint of reluctance filled Xue Jia’s beautiful eyes as she gazed at Ye Tian.
A smile appeared at the corners of Ye Tian’s lips.
“I’m afraid I can’t go with him. He has his own matters to resolve, and I have my own path to walk.”
The Purple-robed Bishop who had slaughtered the Ye family back then had already been killed.
But Wu Huan had only been a butcher manipulated by others.
The true culprit was the Divine Spirit Church.
His father, his mother, and countless other mysteries were all waiting for him to unravel.
Xue Jia smiled and said, “Forget it. Don’t look so gloomy. Let me tell you something funny.”
“What?” Ye Tian asked curiously.
“The stone stele at your academy has gone missing!”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
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.
