Liu Dewang opened the wooden box and took out the check inside.
"Wu Butler, take this check. You have served me diligently for over twenty years. It's time for you to leave this family and live your own life."
Instead of taking the check, the butler bowed deeply to Liu Dewang.
"You saved my life, and for over twenty years I have been repaying you for that kindness. I have no regrets. I won't take the money, as I have earned plenty from investing with you over the years. Take care, sir."
Wu Butler knew that his master was in peril and wanted him to go on living.
Though loyal, when faced with death, he chose to live.
"Hahaha, old Wu, you're still the same man I knew all those years ago. Go on, go ahead," Liu Dewang waved his hand, feeling a fleeting moment of nostalgia for his youth.
But times had changed, new replacing old, and those days were gone forever.
Yan Dongxu left and used his phone to locate Yuehe Hotel, then teleported there instantly with his spatial superpowers.
He arrived on the hotel's rooftop and used his spatial abilities to search for Liu Xinyu.
Soon, he located the car she was in on the street below.
In an instant, he appeared inside the vehicle.
The two men beside her were startled and about to attack him.
But in the blink of an eye, they found themselves in a nearby cafe instead.
Seeing that Liu Xinyu was only unconscious, Yan Dongxu carried her away and appeared in an empty hotel room.
"Sleep for now, you're safe here. No one will harm you," he muttered to the unconscious woman.
His gaze then turned icy cold as he teleported into the presidential suite at Yuehe Hotel.
The iron-faced gentleman, Bei Xiao, had not arrived yet, so Yan Dongxu opened a bottle of red wine and waited on the couch.
He called Ye Qingya, who answered quickly.
"What's the busy person doing calling me?" she said.
"I'm in the capital. Send me the information on The iron-faced gentleman, Bei Xiao."
"Sure!"
Before Ye Qingya could even finish, Yan Dongxu had already received the information - her speed was incredible.
"You're not surveilling me, are you?" he asked.
"Of course not! Why don't you trust my integrity?" Ye Qingya laughed.
"I trust you."
"That's good. Since you're in the capital, I should play the gracious host. When you have time, let me take you out for a meal."
"Mmm, after I finish my business. Goodbye for now."
"Wait! Need any help?" Ye Qingya asked.
"You already helped by giving me his information. That's enough. Bye."
Hanging up, he examined the file on Bei Xiao.
"Superpowers... beast transformation... werewolf?"
He had encountered beast transformation abilities before, like Violent Ape Gu Bei.
Their destructive power was extraordinarily fearsome.
According to Zhou Quan, such abilities came from possession by demons and monsters.
He suddenly realized that his brother Zhou Quan was also in the capital.
Zhou Quan was an expert on dealing with that type of ability.
He called Zhou Quan, who was tutoring his child in math.
"Your grades were so poor, yet you're tutoring a kid? Aren't you worried about teaching him the wrong things?" Yan Dongxu joked.
"Hah, look who's talking! Maybe I can't teach other subjects, but I can definitely teach addition. Don't underestimate me - my son already knows how to add and subtract," Zhou Quan bragged proudly.
"Is that right? His intelligence must come from his mother's side then," Yan Dongxu teased.
He was about to get to the main point when Zhou Quan insisted on showing off his son's math skills.
"Come on, let me show you. Tell your godfather what one plus one equals!"
Yan Dongxu's eyelid twitched - that kind of question counted as a demonstration?
"Four!" the child answered.
Yan Dongxu was speechless. "There you have it, I don't think my godson will turn out to be a genius. Don't push him too hard."
Embarrassed, Zhou Quan changed the subject. "You haven't called me for days. What's going on, did the sun rise from the west today?"
"I'm in the capital, about to make a move against The iron-faced gentleman, Bei Xiao. Want to come give me a hand?"
"What the hell! Why didn't you tell me about something so major sooner? Hurry up and come get me! I'll send you my location!"
"No need, I'll handle it myself. Don't worry, I'll be fine. If I can't win, I'll just run!" Yan Dongxu didn't want to put Zhou Quan at risk, now that he had a child.
"Stop talking nonsense, just give me the location. If you keep stalling, I'll have to cut ties with you."
Touched, Yan Dongxu gave Zhou Quan his location at the presidential suite of Yuehe Hotel.
He decided to never involve Zhou Quan in something like this again if he could help it.
Footsteps approached from the hallway outside.
Using his spatial power, Yan Dongxu saw a provocatively dressed woman walking arm-in-arm with Bei Xiao toward the room.
He considered teleporting away to wait for Zhou Quan, but was stunned to find the entire room sealed off by a black energy barrier, trapping him inside.
Worse, he had not detected it at all before.
"No need to leave when you just arrived," The iron-faced gentleman, Bei Xiao said as he entered, smiling.
Yan Dongxu felt a chill - the other man knew he was there!
"Bei Xiao! You did this?" he asked coldly.
"Hahaha, he doesn't have that kind of power. I'm the one who did it," the alluring woman laughed.
Yan Dongxu's pupils contracted in shock. He thought this woman was just Bei Xiao's girlfriend, but she was actually a formidable supernatural too.
"My lady, Coffin Master, you two talk. I'll step out," Bei Xiao said respectfully with a bow before leaving.
Coffin Master?!
Yan Dongxu was stunned. This stylishly dressed person was one of the three Coffin Masters of the Death Coffin?
"So surprised I'm a Coffin Master?" the woman asked, smiling.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Cheng Xin, only five years older than you. But I've killed far more people."
Cheng Xin walked over and poured herself a glass of the red wine.
"Ah, this wine has breathed nicely - perfect flavor." She sat beside him on the couch, her pale arm draped around his neck as she gazed into his eyes.
Yan Dongxu tried to break free, but his body was bound by the black energy, immobilizing him.
So this was the power of a Coffin Master? Terrifying!
"What do you want?" he demanded.
"What do I want? Aren't you satisfied with the gift I gave you? I had to go against many objections to secure the final position among The Ten Generals for you. Don't you owe me some gratitude?"
Cheng Xin inhaled Yan Dongxu's scent like a bloodthirsty beast savoring its prey, sending a chill down his spine.

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.”

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

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!