Go Down the Mountain, Disciple, and Make Trouble for Your Fiancée!

“Disciple, it’s time for you to go down the mountain! You’re about to eat me out of house and home!”

“Please go bother your nine fiancées instead. Stop wearing these old bones of mine out!”

On Mount Kunlun, Su Chen was tossed out of the gate, baggage and all.

Before he left, his master didn’t give him a black card. He only stuffed nine bloodstained marriage contracts into his hands and left him with a stern warning:

“Brat, the **‘high-energy bioelectricity’** in your body is already off the charts! If you want to live past twenty-five, you have to find all nine women!”

And so, the “menace” who made the world tremble descended the mountain.

On his first arrival in Binhai, his fiancée Lin Wan’er looked at him with disdain. “You country bumpkin. Take the money and get lost. Don’t get in the way of me marrying into a wealthy family!”

Su Chen glanced at the silver needles crackling in his hand and grinned.

“You can call off the engagement, but I’m sick. I’ll have to stick you with a couple of needles first to ‘borrow’ some yang energy. Bear with me.”

At first, the wealthy families treated him like a joke, and his fiancées saw him as a burden.

Until

The wealthiest man in the capital, stricken with a terminal illness, knelt at his feet;

A grandmaster from a reclusive sect was slapped right through a wall;

It was a crushing, next-level assault from science and ancient martial arts!

Watching Su Chen surrounded by lightning, his fiancées finally panicked.

“So that’s what Master meant by a ‘menace’?!”

Su Chen: “Don’t panic. Whether I’m curing illness or killing someone, this needle packs eighty thousand volts. It’s scientific and perfectly reasonable.”