An Yi's casual punch—how much force it packed had never been tested. But if it hit a wall, cracking a hole through it wouldn’t be difficult. The bald, burly man blocking this strike was clearly no pushover! An Yi had underestimated him.
"Not bad! You actually blocked that. Now, let’s see if you can handle this."
With a cocky, punchable grin, An Yi shot forward like lightning.
So fast!
Everyone present was stunned.
An Yi moved so quickly their vision blurred, unable to track his movements.
Another punch came!
The bald man barely raised his elbow in time to block. Cold sweat instantly beaded his smooth, egg-like head.
Though he stopped the blow, he staggered back two steps, his arm numb and aching.
An Yi, however, didn’t budge an inch.
The bald man realized it—this guy in flip-flops had put noticeably more power into this punch than the last.
Nie Qinglan’s expression shifted too.
Others might not know the bald man’s strength, but she did.
This guy was a bodyguard handpicked by her father in Jiangbei City because he didn’t trust anyone else.
Never had she imagined that in a small place like Jiangbei, someone could go toe-to-toe with him.
"Pay attention—third punch incoming!"
An Yi slowed his movements, taunting him deliberately.
Gritting his teeth, the bald man roared and mustered all his strength, throwing a punch to meet An Yi’s head-on.
A shockwave erupted!
Crack!
The bald man howled in pain as the sound of shattering bone echoed from his fist.
The sheer force of An Yi’s third strike was beyond what he could withstand.
Clutching his limp, shattered hand, the bald man crumpled to the ground, writhing in agony.
Nie Qinglan’s pupils constricted.
She knew "Panther" was a fighter who had already touched the threshold of Ming Jin—an ordinary person wouldn’t last a single punch against him. Yet this kid had broken his arm in just three blows.
Just who the hell was he?!
"Panther!"
A swarm of underlings rushed forward, helping the bald man up. His face twisted in pain—An Yi’s third punch hadn’t held back, crushing his knuckles completely.
"Hey, baldy, still want more?" An Yi said coolly.
These idiots had picked a fight with the wrong guy. Did they really think he was some pushover?
If he’d been weaker today, he’d probably end up like that guy in the denim jacket—beaten so badly even the trash cans wouldn’t take him.
This bald guy seemed to be their leader.
Taking him down in three punches was the perfect warning—the rest would think twice before messing with him.
Never bow to tyranny!
The more ruthless the enemy, the harder you had to hit back.
An Yi was starting to feel like the embodiment of justice itself, an unstoppable force of righteous fury!
Nie Qinglan stared at him, frowning slightly.
Someone this skilled—she should’ve heard of him.
Then it hit her.
Rumors had circulated about a ridiculously strong kid in Jiangbei City’s underground fight scene. Could it be…?
"Everyone, rush him! I refuse to believe he can escape today, even if he grows wings!"
Nie Qinglan raised a metal baton, her cute little fangs showing as she barked orders.
An Yi took a step back, raising an eyebrow.
They still wanted to fight?!
Was it time to bail?
But he’d just made a grand stand—running now would be pathetic.
"Hey, kid. What’s going on here?"
A cold voice cut through the chaos from behind.
An Yi’s face lit up like he’d just been handed a lifeline.
Lin Chen!
Turning, he spotted the guy standing at the intersection, grocery bags of cat food in hand.
"I need your help!" An Yi grinned.
Perfect timing!
He knew exactly how strong Lin Chen was. Together, these seventy or eighty thugs wouldn’t stand a chance.
Unlike An Yi’s lazy, carefree vibe, Lin Chen exuded an intimidating aura—one cold glare and it felt like your throat was being squeezed, cutting off your breath.
The goons hesitated. An Yi was already a nightmare—now another monster had shown up?
"Old Lin, come on, teach ‘em a lesson," An Yi said with a smirk.
With Lin Chen here, his confidence soared.
Lin Chen’s voice was icy. "Why are they after you?"
"It’s… complicated," An Yi admitted.
"This bastard stole someone’s girl!"
A furious shout came from the crowd.
Another added, "He’s scum!"
"Stole someone’s girl? Scum?"
Lin Chen arched a brow, staring at An Yi.
An Yi scratched his head, stammering, "No, it’s—look, it’s not what it seems. I got framed…"
"I just asked what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Qin Yao stays far away from trash like you."
Lin Chen turned and waved dismissively. "Carry on."
Watching Lin Chen walk away, cat food in hand, An Yi’s eye twitched.
What the hell was that?!
Oh right—this bastard still owed him fifty grand!
"Kid, you surrendering now, or do we beat you into submission?"
Nie Qinglan twirled her baton, grinning.
The crowd erupted:
"Beat him down! He hurt Panther!"
"Yeah, break his arm too! Payback!"
"Aim for his face first!"
"..."
An Yi sighed.
So much for walking away after taking down their leader.
Running wasn’t an option—not with his heroic image on the line.
If he wanted to control this mob, he’d have to deal with their little boss.
A smirk curled his lips.
"Go! Get him!" Nie Qinglan commanded, pointing her baton.
In an instant, the seventy-strong mob surged forward like a tidal wave.
An Yi raised a hand, compressing the air in his palm.
Qi Manipulation!
Whoosh—a gale-force blast erupted, kicking up dust and debris.
The charging thugs instinctively shut their eyes, forced to a halt by the sheer resistance.
"Damn it, this punk’s cheating!"
The wind vanished as quickly as it came.
But when they opened their eyes, their target was gone.
"Nobody move."
A lazy voice sounded behind them.
They spun around in shock.
An Yi had somehow slipped past them—and now had Nie Qinglan in a chokehold.
"Back off. Unless you want your little boss to get hurt."
His finger rested against her throat, his tone casual.
As expected, this girl was weak.
Her combat skills were practically nonexistent.
How the hell did she become their leader?
"Let her go!"
"You coward! Fight fair!"
"Despicable bastard!"
Seeing the goons fume, powerless to act, filled An Yi with satisfaction.
No wonder villains in movies always laughed when they took hostages.
This feeling of control?
Pretty damn good.
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
