At the entrance of a luxurious private villa, a crowd of tall men in suits had already gathered, resembling a bodybuilding contest.
"Hey, what are you guys doing here?"
A muscular man in line, irritated by the voice behind him, turned around. Upon seeing a man shorter than himself, he sneered contemptuously.
"Kid, this isn't a place for you. I suggest you go home."
"I was just curious, can you explain it to me?"
"Alright, do you know whose villa this is?"
"No."
"This is Li Jing's, from the highly reputable Li Corporation in Shu City."
"Li Jing? Who's that?"
"..."
The man gave Ye Feng a disdainful look but eventually explained.
"You can think of him as someone we common folk can't reach. He's very wealthy."
"Oh, so what's the connection with you guys queuing up?"
"Don't you watch the news? Last night, Miss Li Mucheng was kidnapped! So Mr. Li is recruiting talents to find someone strong enough to protect the young lady."
Ye Feng smirked upon hearing this and then feigned a shocked expression.
"What! Kidnapped! Who dares to do such a thing? Don't they want to live?"
"Exactly, the kidnappers must be part of a powerful criminal organization! Otherwise, they couldn't have taken Miss Li under such tight security."
"Maybe..."
"So we're facing an evil force! Don't you feel a fire burning inside you?"
Seeing the almost shirt-ripping man, Ye Feng shook his head expressionlessly.
"I think nothing is as practical as one thing."
"What thing?"
"Money~"
"Pfft! Materialistic!"
"So you're here working for free, not asking for a single cent?"
"Heh, ideals are ideals, reality is reality. You can't mix the two."
The burly man chuckled awkwardly and then said seriously,
"Kid, with your small frame, I advise you not to join. Protecting these big shots is dangerous, this isn't a game. I suggest you go next door, maybe you'll get lucky."
"Next door?"
Curious, Ye Feng peeked out from the crowd and noticed there were two lines. One was the bodyguard recruitment line he was in, and the other had only a few people.
"What are they applying for? Cleaners?"
"They're applying to be a tutor."
"A tutor?"
...
"What's your name?"
"Uh... Ye Feng."
"Do you have a resume or anything?"
"No."
"What!"
The interviewer was surprised, taking off his glasses to scrutinize the young man before shaking his head.
"Sorry, you're not qualified."
"How do you know without giving it a try?"
"Kid, I admit you have some talent, but we don't take pretty faces here. What can you teach? Our young lady requires a tutor who is both virtuous and scholarly. Your frivolous attitude already disqualifies you."
"Perhaps... I can teach her survival?"
...
"This is Ah Fu, Miss Li's bodyguard. He'll test you."
Ye Feng was led to an open space where Ah Fu, wearing boxing gloves, was punching a sandbag.
"Bang bang bang"
The heavy sounds continued until Ah Fu saw someone approaching and took off his gloves.
"Who's this?"
"Ah Fu, this is the candidate for the tutor position. Please test him."
"Test him? I don't know anything about academic knowledge."
"He's not here to teach knowledge."
Ah Fu seemed to understand, picking up another pair of gloves and throwing them at Ye Feng.
"Kid, let's have a sparring match."
Ye Feng caught the flying gloves with one hand and smiled.
"Sure."
"Not bad, hope you're not all show. Here it comes."
Ah Fu smiled as Ye Feng put on the gloves. He stomped his left foot and charged straight at Ye Feng, throwing a straight punch towards his face.
Just as the punch was about to land on Ye Feng's nose, he bent down and dodged, countering with an uppercut to Ah Fu's stomach.
"Bang"
Ah Fu blocked Ye Feng's attack with his other hand and then stepped back, shaking his hand.
This kid has some strength.
"Ready for more?"
"I hope you can keep this up, otherwise, getting disfigured wouldn't be good."
Ye Feng didn't take Ah Fu's words to heart. His combat skills were intermediate; unless he faced a boxing champion, he had nothing to fear.
As time went on, even Ah Fu was surprised. It felt like his moves were being seen through, and what was more absurd was that Ye Feng wasn't even sweating after several rounds. After all, Ah Fu was a retired soldier.
"Enough, enough."
Ah Fu quickly took off his gloves and threw them aside. He knew Ye Feng was stronger than him. Having this kid as a tutor, in name, to protect the young lady might be an unnoticeable ace. However, this all depended on the master's approval.
"What's your name, kid? I must admit, you're quite skilled."
"I'm Ye Feng."
"Ye Feng, call me Ah Fu. You passed my test."
"Oh? Are there more tests?"
"Of course, but there's no rush. Just give me your phone number, and I'll contact you later."
"Okay."
Ye Feng nodded slightly, not worried about more tests, and left leisurely.
This kid has a good temperament. Maybe he can really become the young lady's nominal tutor.
After Ye Feng disappeared, Ah Fu headed into the villa, walked through the corridors, and knocked on a room's door on the second floor.
"Dong dong"
"Come in."
Only after a commanding voice from inside the room responded did Ah Fu adjust his clothes and enter.
Inside, a middle-aged man with a stern expression and weathered face was looking at documents on his desk, unmoved by Ah Fu's arrival.
"Master."
"What is it?"
"Today, a young man came for an interview. He's quite skilled and wants to be the young lady's tutor. My thought is..."
Ah Fu briefly summarized to the man in front of him and waited for his response.
"Your idea is good, but make sure to thoroughly investigate this young man's background. If he's clean, there's no problem. I hope you handle this matter well."
"Yes! Master, please rest assured. Ah Fu will handle it with utmost care."
"Mm."
After Ah Fu left, the middle-aged man put down the documents and looked at the photo frame on his desk. It was a family photo. A girl was being held by a beautiful woman, and beside the woman sat the man, Li Jing.
...
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.
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?!
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.
