No one noticed.
In a corner of the banquet hall, a young man with an ordinary appearance but sharp eyes grew increasingly venomous in his gaze.
Qin Yao?
She was the woman he wanted. How dare this bastard try to interfere?
"Chen Fei, come here."
The young man beckoned to a woman who was somewhat attractive but exuded an air of coquettishness.
Chen Fei walked over with a smile. "Young Master Heng, what can I do for you?"
She was one of the few present who knew the young man’s background.
Yang Heng, from an ancient martial arts family!
Rumor had it that his mother was of Japanese descent, and his family had close ties to Japan. His background was profound—low-key but terrifyingly powerful.
"That guy—go test him out," Yang Heng said, pointing at An Yi.
Chen Fei frowned slightly as she observed An Yi chugging red wine straight from the bottle.
He looked decent—tall, well-built, and rather handsome—but there was an unmistakable air of a penniless loser about him.
A smirk curled her lips. If he had offended Young Master Heng, that guy was in for a world of trouble!
As the host of Qin Yao’s birthday banquet, she naturally had to entertain the guests.
Lin Chen, though technically a bodyguard, had been dragged into hosting duties by Qin Yao due to the lack of staff.
Clearly, Lin Chen wasn’t fond of such formalities—his poker face couldn’t even muster a forced smile.
Shen Muxuan had been whisked away by Wu Shuangshuang, leaving An Yi to wander around the banquet table, sampling the food.
In the two years since arriving in this world, he had never seen such delicacies. Even without Shen Muxuan’s appetite, he was determined to try everything!
Opportunities like this high-society soirée were rare—he couldn’t afford to miss out.
Chewing on a roasted goose leg, An Yi stared thoughtfully at Qiu Xu and his entourage of rich kids.
Should he try to cozy up to these wealthy folks?
If each of them lent him a billion, he’d be set for life!
Ding!
Mission: [Violence]
Reward: [Jade Beauty Elixir Recipe]! +20 Evil Points!
The sudden mission notification caught An Yi off guard.
When he checked the requirements, he was stunned.
[Violence]
Objective: Deliver 100 effective strikes to a victim.
Target: No restrictions.
Time Limit: 60 minutes.
What kind of messed-up mission was this?!
Violence? At this hour? Where the hell was he supposed to find a victim?!
His gaze landed on Gu Hongyun.
This guy had mocked him earlier for bringing fake wine. Maybe he’d do.
Gu Hongyun, who had been chatting with a few socialites, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Turning around, he saw An Yi staring at him with unsettling intensity.
Damn it! I stopped mocking you—why are you looking at me like that?!
Having chosen his victim, An Yi decided to ambush Gu Hongyun on his way home.
Satisfied, he grabbed a glass of juice and checked the mission rewards again.
The 20 Evil Points were negligible, but the real prize was the [Jade Beauty Elixir].
Effect: Sun protection, blemish removal, and skin improvement.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Based on his two years in this world, this didn’t seem particularly groundbreaking.
Just then, a provocatively dressed woman with decent looks brushed past him.
Suddenly, she spun around, pointing at him in outrage. "What the hell?! Why did you grab my ass?!"
An Yi, mid-sip, was baffled.
"Have some shame! Can’t you just go home and jerk off?! Why touch me?!"
The woman’s face twisted with fury as she shrieked.
An Yi: "…?"
Her loud accusations drew everyone’s attention, and the crowd erupted in schadenfreude.
"I knew it! Even if he’s good-looking, a poor loser like him is still a creep at heart!"
"Can’t blame him—Chen Fei’s figure is pretty tempting. Still, he’s got guts!"
"Pfft, what a scumbag! That clueless girl next to him earlier must’ve been tricked!"
Chen Fei’s wine-red evening gown accentuated her curves, and she certainly had the assets to back up her confidence.
An Yi quickly realized—this woman was framing him!
But why? They didn’t even know each other!
Qin Yao noticed the commotion and moved to intervene, but Lin Chen stopped her.
"Don’t rush. What if it’s true? Let’s see how this plays out. I wouldn’t put anything past that guy."
Qin Yao paused, studying Lin Chen’s face. "You seem… oddly happy about An Yi getting into trouble?"
Lin Chen immediately schooled his expression. "No, you’re imagining things."
Despite being branded a pervert by the crowd, An Yi remained unruffled.
He glanced at Chen Fei and scoffed. "Gross. Who’d want to touch your dirty ass? I still need my hands to eat!"
He raised his palm—still greasy from the roasted goose—while Chen Fei’s dress remained spotless.
The discrepancy was obvious.
"Besides, your butt’s fake. Smells like plastic—who’d even want to touch it?"
An Yi wrinkled his nose in disgust.
With his Lv. 4 Medical Skills, he could tell at a glance that her curves weren’t natural.
"You—!" Chen Fei’s face turned purple with rage.
Was this guy even a man?!
She was a woman—a beautiful one at that!
If she framed him, he should’ve just laughed it off like a gentleman. Did he have to be so petty?!
An Yi wasn’t done. "What, ‘you’? Maybe stop doing gangbangs from behind—your silicone’s all lopsided. Has no one told you one side’s bigger than the other?"
Nearby, Qiu Xu and Gu Hongyun whispered:
"He’s right—it is uneven. Gu, didn’t you notice last time?"
"How would I know? There were so many people—who pays attention to details like that?"
Hearing the murmurs about her asymmetrical backside, Chen Fei trembled with fury, her pretty face contorted in humiliation.
Qin Zhengwei, who had been drinking with Wu Tong, chuckled. "That kid’s mouth is lethal. She’s not even married yet."
Wu Tong glared at An Yi and downed another glass of wine.
Damn it! He still couldn’t figure it out!
"Alright, alright," Uncle Fu interjected, hobbling over with his cane. "Today’s Miss Qin Yao’s birthday—let’s keep things pleasant. Shouldn’t our birthday girl start opening her gifts?"
He had only recently been discharged after being severely injured by Blue Shark and wasn’t fully recovered.
Chen Fei, chest heaving with indignation, sneered. "Uncle Fu, you’d better be careful. Some people might’ve come with ulterior motives—like borrowing money!"
An Yi scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, actually… I was planning to ask—"
Unexpectedly, Uncle Fu roared like an enraged lion, "Chen Fei, shut your mouth! What do you take An Yi for? Do you really think he’s the kind of despicable, shameless, utterly unethical, and morally bankrupt scumbag who would borrow money at someone else’s birthday party? Apologize to An Yi right now!"
An Yi:
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!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.”
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.
