Bored Immortal

Tang Yan's eyes snapped open, his gaze piercing through the veil of time. Ten thousand years had passed since his downfall, orchestrated by the woman he loved and the enemies he had amassed. His own indulgent nature had sown the seeds of his destruction.

Now, he found himself reincarnated in a teenage body, eerily reminiscent of his original form. A sly smile spread across his face as he vowed, "This time, I'll indulge in life's pleasures, but with a twist. I'll be more cunning, more ruthless, and more calculated."

His eyes gleamed with determination, for he knew that his past mistakes would be repeated but with a decisive get away plan. The enemies he had made, the betrayals he had suffered, and the lessons he had learned would all serve as fuel for his ascent in this new life.

As he rose from the depths of his memories, Tang Yan wondered what lay ahead. Would he find redemption, or would he succumb to the same temptations that had led to his downfall? The path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty, but one thing was clear: Tang Yan would not be ignored.

Join me on this journey as we delve into the world of Tang Yan, where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and the stakes are higher than ever before. This is a novice work, and I welcome any comments or feedback that can help shape this story into something truly unforgettable.

Insane Supreme Reborn

After some time, they all left for their various appointments, while Luo Chenxi and Lao Tu, along with Gai Litian, went to the consultation room, which was empty. Lao Tu brought out a painting of Tang Yan from his suitcase, which he had already prepared. The painting contained a picture of Tang Yan, but an older version of him. 


They all stared at the person in the painting and still had their doubts. 


"So, you mean the mayor asked you to look for this person?" Gai Litian asked. 


"Yes, and from the information we received, he is Tang Yan. But I'm not sure if it's the same person you had just finished discussing," Lao Tu replied. 


"It's definitely him, but a little bit younger, and not this older. By the way, you mean to say Father painted this?" Luo Chenxi couldn't help but ask. 


"Yeah, I myself was surprised since he's never painted or was never a good painter to begin with," Lao Tu replied. 


Chapter 24