"Arty?"
An Yi was momentarily stunned.
This was a golden opportunity!
Earning a hundred thousand a day, saving up for a year—might not even buy him a few extra days of life.
After all, chances like robbery don’t come around often.
So right now, he could easily borrow 200 million from Qin Zhengwei.
For someone that wealthy, a billion is just a small goal anyway.
Topping up 100 million would buy him a thousand days—roughly three years. Two billion? That’s five or six years.
With that, he wouldn’t need to scramble for money so desperately anymore.
"An Yi, are you agreeing or not?"
Qin Yao grew impatient after not hearing a response from him.
An Yi quickly replied, "Of course, of course! I just got a little excited and spaced out for a second."
Qin Yao’s heart swelled with sweetness, a smile curling her lips. "That excited, huh?"
"Haha, this is the first birthday I’m celebrating with you. I’m even nervous—don’t know what to wear tonight."
An Yi brushed it off casually, his mind already calculating how to ask Qin Zhengwei for those 200 million tonight.
Last time they met, things had ended badly.
Qin Zhengwei was convinced An Yi had designs on his daughter.
The easiest way to dispel suspicion? Bring Shen Muxuan along. No need to explain their relationship—let people draw their own conclusions.
Qin Yao’s smile widened, her happiness evident. "Wear whatever you like! No need to be so formal."
"Alright, I’ll get ready. See you this afternoon!"
An Yi hung up, his eyes gleaming with determination. He wasn’t some loser anymore!
With five million still in his account, he’d already leveled up. In today’s social hierarchy, he was practically upper-middle class now!
He wasn’t planning to spend that money on extending his lifespan.
A hundred-odd days? Barely worth it. Better to let it sit comfortably in his bank account.
"Aunt Zhou, get me a case of liquor!"
An Yi swaggered into Chuanfang Supermarket downstairs.
Aunt Zhou, munching on sunflower seeds while watching TV, didn’t even glance up. She just tossed him a can from the fridge.
"Here. Pineapple beer. Five bucks. No credit!"
"Are you kidding me? Pineapple beer doesn’t match my status now! I want Maotai! Get me a whole case!" An Yi declared arrogantly.
"Did a donkey kick your brain loose? A whole case? Maotai isn’t for the likes of—"
Aunt Zhou froze mid-sentence.
Three thick wads of cash had tumbled out of An Yi’s pocket.
An Yi bent down to pick them up. "Tsk, money just falls out so easily these days."
Aunt Zhou was dumbfounded. "You… you struck it rich?"
An Yi waved his hand modestly. "Nah, nah. Just a few million. Pocket change!"
"A few million?!"
Aunt Zhou was floored. This guy, who’d owed her rent for over two years, had millions now?
She scoffed. "No way. Where’d you get that kind of money?"
Not in the mood to argue, An Yi pulled out a neatly stacked 100,000 yuan from his jacket.
Aunt Zhou’s skepticism wavered.
If he could hand over 100,000 so casually… maybe he really did have millions?
An Yi flashed a smug grin. "Aunt Zhou, this store of yours is lacking. The decor’s not grand enough. How can the supermarket below An Yi’s place be so shabby? Here’s 100,000—consider it an investment for renovations!"
Aunt Zhou’s face lit up with joy. Handing out 100,000 just like that? This kid must’ve hit the jackpot!
"Oh, Xiao Yi, you’ve lost weight lately! You should eat more. Here, take these freshly braised pork trotters!"
Ah, the power of money!
An Yi reveled in it.
For two years, Aunt Zhou had called him "brat." Today was the first time she’d used his actual name.
Still, she eyed the cash on the table suspiciously. "But where’d you get all this money? Robbed a bank?"
"How dare you question me!"
An Yi coughed, feigning indignation.
Aunt Zhou sighed. "Fine, fine. I won’t pry. Just curious. The Maotai’s ready for you."
"Great! Also, throw in four roast chickens, two pounds of braised pork head, a pound of pine nut sausage, a pound of red sausage, a whole soy-braised pork knuckle, two more pork trotters, and a pound of aged ham."
"Buying all that? Feeding Shen Muxuan?"
"Yep."
Qin Family Villa.
A taxi pulled up, and An Yi and Shen Muxuan stepped out.
"So this is what riding a taxi feels like! So much comfier than the bus. No need to watch for stops—just tell the driver where to go." Shen Muxuan gazed after the departing cab, delighted.
An Yi shrugged. "Basic stuff, no big deal. From now on, this is our standard ride."
Speaking of taxis, he suddenly remembered—he’d actually bought one! A whole car for 50,000 yuan!
After dropping it off at the police station that day, he’d forgotten to drive it back after grabbing some skewers.
What a blunder! Wasted money on another taxi ride!
An Yi smacked his forehead. How could he forget he owned a car?
"I’m so full tonight!" Shen Muxuan patted her stomach, beaming.
Those braised meats were rare treats, usually just side dishes for rice or steamed buns.
An Yi asked, "Still got room for more?"
"Not a bite. Completely stuffed." Shen Muxuan waved her hands cutely.
"Good."
"…?"
An Yi chuckled, hauling the case of Maotai toward the villa.
Better to feed this bottomless pit beforehand—wouldn’t want her scaring people at the birthday party.
The entrance to Qin Yao’s birthday celebration was lined with luxury cars.
Guests in tailored suits and elegant dresses exuded an air of sophistication.
By contrast, An Yi’s thrift-store outfit and the case of Maotai made him stick out like a sore thumb.
"Improper attire. No entry."
A doorman blocked his path.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "What counts as ‘proper’?"
"At least a tie," the doorman sniffed.
"Got it!"
An Yi whipped out a crumpled tie from his pocket and knotted it haphazardly.
The doorman: "…"
Was this guy messing with him?
An Yi frowned. "Tie’s on. What else?"
The doorman scowled. "No invitation, no entry."
Shen Muxuan blinked curiously. "Why’s he stopping us?"
An Yi shrugged. "No idea."
"Pfft. No invite? Trying to freeload at the wrong place!"
A slick-haired young man in a pristine suit smirked, eyeing them disdainfully. "And carrying a case of fake Maotai, no less!"
An Yi’s gaze turned icy.
Insult his clothes, mock his vibe—fine. But this Maotai? He’d paid a solid 600 yuan for it!
No way it was fake!
That was a slap to his dignity!
The suit-clad guy was Gu Hongyun.
But his real target wasn’t An Yi—it was Shen Muxuan behind him.
Too beautiful!
No makeup, cheap clothes, yet her features were flawless, skin like porcelain, eyes adorably vacant.
"A lotus rising from clear water, natural elegance unadorned."
He’d thought Qin Yao was peerless, but this girl? Even more stunning!
Especially that ethereal aura—utterly intoxicating.
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
