After a series of investigations...
Qin Zhengwei was sure of it—this kid was trouble, a rotten scoundrel, bad to the core!
If this were a TV show, he'd be the kind of over-the-top villain whose death would earn cheers from the audience!
As a father with a shred of humanity, Qin Zhengwei couldn't possibly allow his daughter to get too close to someone like him!
Absolutely not!
Looking at the young man across from him who was putting on his best innocent act, Qin Zhengwei tried to calm himself, his hand trembling slightly as he picked up his teacup.
An Yi was outside. This kid wouldn't dare suddenly attack him here, right?
Yeah, probably not. Probably.
"Uncle, you've got quite a bit of sweat."
An Yi, acting sweetly and politely, handed him a tissue.
Watching An Yi reach out to grab a tissue, Qin Zhengwei hurriedly replied, "It's nothing! Don't worry about me!"
Qin Zhengwei felt a headache coming on.
Based on everything he had gathered, this kid was bad to the bone—yet, unfortunately, he was deeply indebted to their family. This left Qin Zhengwei in a difficult position.
But one thing he could determine for certain: he must keep Qin Yao as far away from this kid as possible!
Look at Lin Chen—what a great guy!
Not only was he tall, handsome, and charming, but at such a young age, he was already the top ace of the Wolf Fang mercenaries!
Of course, it also had something to do with the fact that he was the son of the leader of the Underworld Organization. Just a tiny bit.
He and Qin Zhengwei’s daughter, Qin Yao, were practically a match made in heaven!
But now, Qin Yao had taken a liking to this kid!
Qin Zhengwei was really struggling with this—do all rebellious teenage girls have a thing for scoundrels?
“An Yi, why don’t we just lay it all out on the table?”
Qin Zhengwei took a deep breath and decided to confront An Yi directly.
An Yi responded earnestly, “Uncle Qin, please go ahead.”
“Leave my daughter.”
Qin Zhengwei locked eyes with An Yi, speaking with authority and a sense of finality.
Suddenly, the atmosphere turned cold.
An Yi frowned slightly and replied calmly, “Uncle Qin, I don’t quite understand.”
Leave his daughter?
Could it be that his relationship with Qin Yao had already been exposed?
Exposed? What nonsense! Had he even done anything worthwhile?
His grand plan to marry into the wealthy family hadn’t even begun, and now it was being stomped out before it even started.
Seriously… he saved Qin Yao’s life, and this was their thank-you to their savior?
“You and Qin Yao are from two different worlds.”
Qin Zhengwei’s expression turned serious. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a black card, and held it up prominently in front of An Yi: “There’s fifty million on this card.”
Fifty million...
An Yi’s jaw dropped.
The most money he’d ever seen in his life was the fifty thousand yuan stuffed in his pocket.
That thick wad of bills was already a fortune to him.
With those fifty thousand yuan, he could afford to power up the air conditioner at home, pay the overdue rent and utility fees, avoid having to eat Shen Muxuan’s barely edible dry bread anymore, and even splurge on a few taxi rides!
But fifty million?
Beads of sweat started forming on An Yi’s forehead.
With his limited worldview, he couldn’t even fathom this amount of money.
Fifty million could probably buy a mansion complete with a swimming pool, get him a convertible sports car, and even hire an entourage of bikini-clad women...
An Yi took a deep breath, slapped his face lightly to snap out of it. He had to stay calm.
Fifty million!
Qin Yao!
Which should he choose?
An Yi was lost in confusion.
It wasn’t that he was unsure about making a choice—it was what he would do with fifty million once it landed in his hands that left him wondering.
His trembling hand reached towards the black card that Qin Zhengwei held between his fingers. “Alright, I’ll agree to leave Qin Yao!”
Qin Zhengwei’s face turned an unflattering shade of green. “What are you doing?”
An Yi was momentarily stunned. “Didn’t you just offer me fifty million to leave your daughter?”
“I never said I’d give you fifty million!”
Qin Zhengwei roared angrily, yanking the black card back into his hand. “What I meant was, I can casually pull out any card here, and it will already hold fifty million. What I want is for you to understand: Qin Yao and you—you're simply from two completely different worlds!”
A thunderstorm of emotions erupted inside An Yi’s chest, ravaging his heart like a cataclysm.
He swore, no words in the world had ever hurt him as deeply as Qin Zhengwei’s simple statement.
The villa, luxury cars, the bikini-clad beaches—all these material dreams burst into bubbles of fantasy.
Qin Zhengwei felt a pang of disorientation as he stared at An Yi’s hollow gaze.
Could it be that this young man actually harbored deep, genuine feelings for his daughter? Had he been crushed by the blow?
Time seemed stagnant, frozen in place.
It wasn’t clear how much had passed, but eventually, An Yi forcibly awakened to the cruel reality—that he was, and perhaps always had been, nothing but a lowly nobody.
He stood up slowly, his determination laser-sharp, and walked resolutely towards the door.
“An Yi…” Qin Zhengwei hesitated for a moment.
An Yi halted in his tracks but didn’t turn back. His voice was weighty and firm: “Uncle Qin, don’t bother thanking me or anything like that. I only have one thing to say: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west. Never underestimate a young man’s poverty!”
With that, An Yi strode forward with brisk, unwavering steps toward the door, his gaze as clear as glass.
“Wait— An Yi! I actually have an antique I wanted to give you!”
Seeing An Yi appear transformed after enduring this ordeal, Qin Zhengwei, for the sake of humanity, felt a faint tug of guilt.
Perhaps… the young man’s feelings for Qin Yao were genuinely deep.
Yet love doomed by circumstances—like duckweed battered in a storm—could never withstand the unforgiving force of reality.
Upon hearing about the antique, An Yi paused, then silently retraced his steps back to the chair and sat down once more.
An antique, huh?
Those tend to be worth quite a bit!
On TV, antiques go for tens or even hundreds of thousands of dollars.
He’d already lost fifty million, the metaphorical watermelon. There was no way he’d ignore the sesame seed, this ancient artifact.
Qin Zhengwei studied An Yi, who had settled back down, awkwardly cleared his throat, and produced a delicate box in his hands.
“I know you’re a martial artist, so perhaps this antique ring may be of some use to.”
An Yi’s attention was drawn immediately to the box in Qinwei’s hand.
The box was impeccably designed, edged with strands of gold. Its appearance exuded elegance and grandeur.
As Qin Zhengwei slowly unveiled its contents, An Yi felt his heart rate accelerate, anticipation reaching a peak.
Nestled within fine yellow silk was a battered black ring—visibly worn and unimpressive by any standard.
An Yi’s face fell instantly.
He’d figured it out.
This middle-aged guy was messing with him again! Not once, but twice!
Just a moment ago, he’d proclaimed those mighty words: "Never underestimate a young man’s poverty”—he’d solidified the image of the scrappy underdog hero who rises against all odds. And now Qin Zhengwei had the gall to offer him this pitiful excuse for a ring, shattering the image he’d carefully crafted!
Qin Zhengwei seemed to have realized that the ring didn't look impressive, so he hurriedly explained, "Ahem, don't be fooled by the simplicity of this ring. I actually bid for it at an auction against a group of martial artists."
"Oh," An Yi replied nonchalantly.
In his mind, he was already calculating how much money he could get for the box.
Back when Qin Zhengwei bought it, it cost him over two million!
Although its purpose wasn't clear, anything that came from ancient ruins was undoubtedly valuable.
Initially, he had planned to give it to Lin Chen, but as a gesture of gratitude for An Yi saving his life, he made a last-minute decision to pass it to him instead.
"Alright, I'll take it. See you."
An Yi grabbed the box and stuffed it into his pocket.
Something was better than nothing. Who knows, maybe the box could fetch a few thousand!
Just then, a mechanical system voice chimed in.
*Ding! Suppressed the Child of Destiny, Destiny Value -5! Obtained reward: Evil Energy Value +20!
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
