Wen Anran was licking the canned food contentedly as he watched Li Changan sprinting towards him. Then, his feet left the ground as Li Changan carried him on his shoulder.
"Wait, what's happening!" Being carried on someone's shoulder did not feel good. Wen Anran's abdomen was pressed by Li Changan's shoulder and he felt like he had eaten the canned food for nothing.
Without slowing down, Li Changan adjusted his breathing and replied, "San Zhenghe's second ability is terrifying. She merely sheathed her sword and I felt my neck tearing. If she had drawn her sword, I would definitely have died!"
"No, not possibly. Definitely!" Li Changan repeated with emphasis.
Wen Anran was speechless. He did not doubt Li Changan. When it came to sensing danger, Li Changan's instincts far exceeded humans and were akin to espers.
But how could San Zhenghe be so powerful? Until now, Li Changan had never said anything about certain death. He had even planned to assassinate Charles. What kind of ability could make Li Changan so fearful!
"Mythical Series!" Li Changan stated directly. "Sakura City's invincible Blade Pavilion of the Mythical Series!"
"That's impossible! There is no invincible ability!" Wen Anran retorted immediately. He could not believe it. As for the Blade Pavilion, he had never heard of it.
Li Changan did not speak. Only after running for several kilometers did he stop. There was no killing intent pursuing them so he could confirm they were temporarily safe. Only then did he have time to explain to Wen Anran.
"It is an ability that does not exist in the records of the Trials Facility. But it can be found on the black market. I had only heard about it before, but San Zhenghe is definitely using that one." Li Changan panted heavily as he steadied his breathing.
Wen Anran frowned to digest everything Li Changan had said. He had never heard of the Blade Pavilion before. Today was the first time he heard about it. Moreover, it was different from the Mythical Series that he knew. Something was missing.
Sakura City's Blade Pavilion originated from ancient folklore. But it was just a story after all. The protagonist in the story was mighty in combat, yet still just an ordinary person. The Blade Pavilion did not reach the mythical level.
Wen Anran kept silent, waiting for Li Changan to catch his breath. He had not witnessed the previous fight with his own eyes. But seeing Li Changan's urgency, he knew it was no simple matter.
Then, he saw the formerly composed Li Changan suddenly reveal an ecstatic smile.
"I injured her." Li Changan had a deranged look. "I almost killed her. What a pity, I haven't gotten used to my current speed yet and hesitated slightly."
"Huh? You're happy that you almost killed her?" Wen Anran could not understand. What was there to be happy about?
"She acknowledged me as a powerful foe. The Blade Pavilion also acknowledged me as one. Moreover, I almost killed her. You don't understand. She proved that I'm not trash." Li Changan's smile grew even brighter.
But you were never trash to begin with! Wen Anran could not comprehend it even more. Not proficient in consoling others, he awkwardly patted Li Changan's shoulder, "You are already very powerful. I also think you are formidable. No one else can hunt so many espers like you do without any abilities."
"No no no!" Li Changan shook his head vigorously. He had an almost deranged look. "I'm trash without any abilities. That's what everyone says. I've known since young that I'm different from others. I don't have any abilities. I'm even worse than producers."
"During summer, they would use ice and fire abilities to boil water and splash it on me." Li Changan took off his shirt, pointing to the large patch of scald marks extending from his shoulders to his chest.
"During winter, they would snatch away my padded jacket and strip my clothes, making me run home naked in the snow."
"They would step on my head. The teacher said it could help me awaken my abilities. So no one stopped them."
"My first job was unloading cement at a construction site. I tried my best to pretend to be a strength-type esper. But I got exposed by my boss for not having any abilities. He fired me and deducted half a year of my wages."
"I filed a lawsuit at the Arbitration Center to get my wages back. But I couldn't register my abilities, so I had no social security."
"It's hard for you to understand this kind of life. Actually it's not that pitiful, but it really sucks. I like the Trials. Every opponent treats me as an equal and tries their best to kill me. Only she acknowledged me as someone powerful."
No, it was already very pitiful! Wen Anran gently patted Li Changan's shoulder again. He did not know how to console Li Changan. Perhaps Li Changan did not harbor deep-seated hatred, but he had faced the purest malice from others.
It was precisely the purest malice that made it hardest to break free. He had no one to seek vengeance from, so he unleashed all his suffering onto himself.
"You are actually very strong, stronger than you imagine. Many espers can't compare to you." Wen Anran said gently. "With a mortal body matching gods, you are the only one of this era. Isn't being ability-less what makes you most special?"
Li Changan lifted his head. His expression had calmed. He smiled lightly, "Isn't being special the same as being a freak?"
Wen Anran was rendered speechless, unable to refute. He sensed the deep-seated inferiority hidden within Li Changan. Perhaps even Li Changan himself was unaware of it. It was hard to imagine that this ruthless killer would harbor feelings of inferiority!
"Alright!" Li Changan stood up and bent down to signal Wen Anran to get on. "I'll bring you to kill others. We can't deal with San Zhenghe. I like her a lot."
Now I understand. Your "like" is definitely not a good thing! Wen Anran smiled helplessly as he let Li Changan give him a piggyback ride across the city.
Li Changan was still carrying Wen Anran's backpack. Occasionally, the sound of bottles and cans colliding could be heard from within. "Why did you bring so many external injury medicines? And you haven't used any before."
"Just in case. I'm not like you. If I suffered those injuries of yours, I definitely wouldn't be able to take it."
"Don't worry. I won't let you get hurt. My self-healing ability is great. I'll take the brunt if we get into fights."
"Then consider these medicines prepared for you."
"Stop saying such unlucky things..."
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.
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!
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
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.
