After kicking Nie Qinglan out of the car, the taxi driver was utterly impressed by An Yi's audacity.
"Little bro, you should cherish girls these days. There are way more men than women—you’ll end up single if you keep this up," the driver remarked with a sigh.
"A girl that pretty—most young guys would treat her like a treasure, coddling her in their palms. But this guy? He’s the absolute worst of the worst."
An Yi, however, just shrugged it off. "Nah, you can’t spoil women. Leave her alone for a few days, and she’ll come around."
He had done it all—kidnapping Nie Qinglan, threatening her, even taking advantage of her. And now, after kicking her out of the car, she probably wanted to murder him.
Dumping her in the suburbs should buy him some time.
Besides, she had her phone. It wasn’t like she’d actually go missing.
The driver shook his head in disbelief. "Still, little bro, you must have way too much free time. Spending over a hundred bucks on a cab just to go to the outskirts?"
An Yi replied casually, "Eh, I had nothing better to do."
Then it hit him.
"A hundred bucks?! For this distance? The bus only costs two!"
Screech!
The driver slammed on the brakes, his face darkening.
And just like that, An Yi found himself stranded in the suburbs too.
Why? Because he didn’t have enough cash to cover the fare.
His last bit of money had been splurged on treating Shen Muxuan to hotpot.
He never expected a taxi ride to be this ridiculously expensive—enough for fifty or sixty bus trips!
"Damn it, am I really gonna have to walk back?"
Under the scorching sun, An Yi’s heart sank.
Why the hell did he go so far out?!
After trekking for an hour, he finally made it back to Jiangbei’s city center.
At a small convenience store, he used his last coin to buy a bottle of water. He drank half and poured the rest over his head, panting like a dog in the heat.
Screech!
A sleek black luxury car pulled up abruptly in front of him.
An Yi’s eyes sparkled with envy.
"That’s a… what’s it called? A Tesla? Heard it can’t even brake properly. Must cost at least a hundred grand."
The window rolled down, revealing a cold, sunglasses-clad face.
"Get in," Lin Chen said flatly.
An Yi climbed in, confused. "How’d you know I was here?"
Lin Chen replied, "I’ve been following you the whole time. What were you doing all the way out in the suburbs?"
An Yi:
He suddenly felt the urge to strangle this poker-faced bastard.
This guy had just watched him suffer under the blazing sun the entire way?!
"So… about that fifty grand you mentioned last time. When’s it coming?" An Yi grumbled, slouching in the back seat.
Still, the car was undeniably comfortable. Luxury rides had their perks—even the AC air smelled sweet. If only it could actually stop properly.
"Here."
Lin Chen tossed him an envelope.
An Yi caught it, and the weight in his hands made his eyes light up.
Fifty grand!
That would keep him going for a long while.
"Next, I’m taking you to meet someone. Interested?" Lin Chen asked.
An Yi shook his head. "Nope."
Now that he finally had cash, skipping out on some fun would be downright criminal. Not even the gods could stop him from enjoying himself.
Lin Chen cut straight to the point. "Qin Yao’s father wants to see you."
An Yi’s expression instantly turned serious. "What are we waiting for then? Step on it!"
Qin Yao’s dad—a billionaire!
For a broke guy like An Yi, they weren’t even in the same universe.
If he could leave a good impression on his potential future father-in-law, that’d be perfect.
The luxury car stopped in front of an upscale, traditionally decorated teahouse.
"Go in. Qin’s waiting for you in the Phoenix Pavilion room on the second floor," Lin Chen said.
An Yi stepped out and strode inside.
The staff eyed him warily.
Showing up in slippers to a place like this—either he was a big shot or a complete loser.
But since he’d stepped out of a Tesla, they couldn’t decide whether to kick him out or greet him.
Inside the Phoenix Pavilion room, a middle-aged man in casual wear was leisurely brewing tea.
This was Qin Zhengwei.
Despite being in his forties, Qin Zhengwei still carried the striking handsomeness of his youth—no wonder Qin Yao had inherited such stunning looks.
"An Yi, I’ve heard a lot about you. First time meeting in person—please, have a seat."
Qin Zhengwei stood and gestured politely.
An Yi grinned. "No need for formalities, Mr. Qin. I’m around the same age as your daughter—just call me Xiao An."
Facing a potential future father-in-law—and an insanely wealthy one at that—An Yi turned on the charm, dialing his respect and seriousness up to 120%.
Qin Zhengwei chuckled. "Come, try this tea first."
The two exchanged pleasantries, though the conversation mostly circled around trivial, meaningless topics.
Finally, after an awkward lull, Qin Zhengwei got to the point.
"Actually, the reason I asked to meet today was to thank you."
An Yi waved it off. "Qin Yao’s my classmate. It was nothing, really—just a small favor, hardly worth mentioning."
Qin Zhengwei’s smile faded slightly, his tone turning serious.
"You’re too modest. Blue Shark, Wolf Eye, Viper—they were all Class-A assassins, notorious even internationally. And their leader, Butcher? A Class-S killer, a true monster. The fact that you and Lin Chen wiped out their entire organization… it’s hard to believe."
He paused, studying An Yi.
"I can’t thank you enough. Lin Chen said you were the one who did most of the work."
If An Yi hadn’t succeeded, Qin Yao would be dead by now—and Qin Zhengwei’s family would have been destroyed.
The ordeal had left Qin Zhengwei frantic, his hair falling out in clumps, nearly driving him to the brink of madness.
An Yi’s favor was nothing short of life-saving.
"Mr. Qin flatters me. But compared to Lin Chen… yeah, I’m just a tiny bit more badass."
Qin Zhengwei’s eye twitched. Did this kid have some beef with Lin Chen?
"I should’ve thanked you sooner, but things have been chaotic lately. My apologies for the delay."
An Yi waved again. "No worries."
Qin Zhengwei took a moment to gather his thoughts.
It had been three days since Qin Yao’s kidnapping.
The reason he hadn’t reached out sooner?
According to Uncle Fu, his daughter seemed to have taken a liking to this guy. Not long ago, she’d even been spotted sneaking around a night market with him.
As a father, Qin Zhengwei couldn’t just let that slide.
Digging deeper, his concern only grew.
In just one month, An Yi had:
- Broken the legs of a thug named Hou Long.
- Brawled with Ding Renfeng and his gang at the hospital.
- Beaten up Qiu Xu, the heir of Hongtu Real Estate, landing himself in the Law Enforcement Bureau.
- Fought in an underground boxing ring, injuring the assassin Red Poison in a match.
- Clashed with killers from the Paradise organization.
And just today, he’d apparently gotten into a fight with dozens of gangsters at the school gate—over stealing someone’s girlfriend.
Somehow, against seventy or eighty thugs, he’d not only broken the arm of their leader but also taken their boss lady hostage.
What’s even more outrageous is that, right in front of a crowd, this punk had the audacity to hug and kiss the gang’s female leader—whom they had just kidnapped—before casually whisking her away as he left.
And now, word has it he even dumped the kidnapped victim in the middle of nowhere.
Qin Zhengwei’s back was drenched in cold sweat.
Just what kind of monster has his precious daughter fallen for?!
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
