"Buying things requires money, stealing doesn't."
"When you see someone chasing you, run."
"You can take things from dogs, no one cares."
The skinny child counted these things on his fingers, when suddenly his stomach growled. He frowned, knowing he was hungry, and began walking through the small alley towards the end of the cobblestone lane.
A light rain fell from the sky, drizzling steadily, accompanied by a misty fog, giving the scene a touch of the smoky rain typical of regions south of the Yangtze River.
The skinny child, however, couldn't appreciate such things. He only knew he was hungry and needed to eat.
The meat bun shop at the end of the cobblestone alley was very good, although every time he went to steal, he would get a severe beating. But the child would recover in a couple of days, so exchanging a beating for meat buns was a fair trade.
He walked barefoot, wearing tattered clothes, squeezing between pedestrians as he headed towards the end of the alley.
On the way, he passed the old tree teahouse, where a chessboard was set up at the entrance.
The child stopped for some reason, putting his hands behind his back, looking at the chess game with interest. Suddenly, he shook his head and said,
"This won't work, you need to move the horse at the beginning."
"Get lost, you little brat, move your own horse!" The chess players waved their hands to shoo the child away, pretending to hit him.
The child naturally ran away, winding his way to the bun shop, looking greedily at the fragrant buns in the steamer.
He had no money, so he naturally had to use other means.
First, going up and taking them directly wouldn't work, because that wasn't stealing, that was robbery, and if caught, he'd be hanged in the marketplace.
He had to steal quietly, unnoticed if possible, and if discovered, it would just mean another beating.
If he could steal meat buns, that would be a win. If he got sugar buns, that would be a loss.
Because even dogs wouldn't eat sugar buns.
Literally, dogs wouldn't eat them.
He hid by the wall, not seen by the bun shop owner, otherwise he'd get a beating right away, as he was a repeat offender.
Waiting for the shop owner to get busy, he would crouch and quickly walk out, preferably using both hands and feet, a technique he learned from dogs.
The key was to be unexpected.
He moved extremely fast, causing a disturbance in the crowded market.
In a nearby luxurious restaurant above, at a table of three, a woman resting her head on her hand looked down with boredom, suddenly tilting her head, her eyes lighting up with curiosity as she gazed with interest.
The child, taking advantage of the bustling market, crawled to the bottom of the bun shop. With no time to choose, he grabbed the entire steamer and ran.
The bun shop owner saw it all and couldn't help but curse,
"Son of a bitch!"
You little bastard, if you're going to steal buns, just steal the buns, why the hell did you take my steamer too, you little shit!
The skinny child, carrying the heavy steamer, obviously couldn't run far and was quickly caught.
The bun shop owner grabbed his head and cursed again,
"You little beast, didn't get enough of a beating last time, huh? No father to teach you, no mother to raise you, you don't even know who you are, can't even say a word when asked, looking like an idiot, but so quick when it comes to stealing!"
The child had his own thoughts. Knowing he couldn't escape, he first stuffed a bun into his mouth.
Hmm, not bad, it had meat.
A win.
He couldn't help but grin.
Smack!
Then he got a hard slap.
What followed was the usual beating in the marketplace. The bun shop owner was used to it, and the passersby were used to watching it.
Mainly because no one really cared about this child. His clothes were picked up from who knows where, he slept under other people's eaves every day, hiding in the straw in winter, and the mischief he did was countless.
Pure selfishness.
The bun shop owner whipped him with a rattan cane for half an hour, perhaps knowing the child had a special constitution, he beat him with particular enthusiasm.
The skinny body was hit by the cane, bruises appearing constantly, even bleeding.
But the child didn't make a sound, even recalling the taste of the meat bun from earlier.
It was delicious.
He couldn't help but smile.
This made the bun shop owner laugh angrily, his hand movements becoming more forceful, putting all his strength into it, sweat flowing out.
The woman in the luxurious restaurant became increasingly curious, her eyes flashing with intrigue as she looked at the child.
The beating ended when the bun shop owner was exhausted.
The child's body was covered in blood, his frame trembling involuntarily.
"Ptui!" The shop owner spat on the ground and cursed again,
"If you dare come again, I'll beat you to death, you little beast. No one cares about you anyway, if you die, you just die!"
The child said nothing.
The passersby dispersed.
It was now dusk.
He dragged his blood-covered body back to the old alley where he usually stayed, sitting blankly in the long-collapsed ruins.
The sun was setting.
This was his home.
A stray dog passed by on the roadside, seeming to carry something in its mouth, glaring at him fiercely.
"What are you looking at?" The child frowned and asked.
He saw what was in the dog's mouth, it looked like a bun, so the dog was protecting its food.
As it happened, he was also protecting his food.
So he fought with the stray dog for a moment, finally winning by a narrow margin, and got half a bun. He took a bite and immediately frowned.
Sugar.
A loss.
This dog had a rebellious bone!
He felt unusually dejected.
Usually, he didn't think about anything. Thinking too much made his head spin, as if something was missing, always feeling like he had forgotten many things.
A nearly dry stream flowed slowly past the collapsed ruins.
An old crow stood on a nearly dead old tree by the road, cawing, singing an unpleasant song.
In all this decay,
Only the child remained young.
"What's your name?" Suddenly, a clear voice rang out.
A woman tilted her head, blocking the sunset, smiling as she asked the child.
The child was stunned for a moment, as if countless things were spinning in his mind. He couldn't understand anything, but suddenly two words surfaced, so he naturally said,
"Chen Xia."
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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
