Yan Dongxu went into the kitchen and made a loving breakfast.
He cooked noodles, fried eggs, grilled steak, full of affection.
"Let's eat!" he shouted.
Sun Shiyun and Ye Qingya had just finished washing up and came directly to the table.
"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad, the fried eggs are even heart-shaped. Is this for me or for Sister Qingya?"
Yan Dongxu rolled his eyes, thinking this girl was too smug.
He didn't straighten her out yesterday, he would definitely teach her a lesson when he had the chance.
"Eating won't shut your mouth. I made them look good because I saw the molds, not because I was thinking too much!"
The three started eating.
Before they had taken more than a few bites, Xu Yiyi called him to come down and pick her up.
Yan Dongxu put down his chopsticks and went downstairs.
By the time he got down there, Xu Yiyi was already waiting for him in front of the elevator.
"Let me help you with that."
He took the large bag of clothes from Xu Yiyi's hands.
"Let's wait before going back up! You need to honestly confess everything that happened yesterday first!"
Xu Yiyi demanded, she wouldn't leave without an answer.
Yan Dongxu looked into Xu Yiyi's eyes and said plainly, "It's just as you imagined."
Xu Yiyi didn't say anything, her eyes gradually turning red, both angry and aggrieved.
"Jerk! I'm leaving! I won't go back up!"
Yan Dongxu quickly grabbed Xu Yiyi's hand and pulled her into his arms.
"Let me go! Go find your Sun Shiyun!"
"You're really leaving? You won't talk to me anymore in the future?" Yan Dongxu asked.
"I..." Xu Yiyi hesitated, avoiding his gaze.
"I want to calm down, I'll contact you again after some time." Xu Yiyi got in her car and left.
Her heart was very confused, she didn't know how to face Yan Dongxu for the moment.
Yan Dongxu didn't try to keep her there. Those who should come back, would come back eventually.
He carried the clothes upstairs.
Sun Shiyun was very surprised to see him come back alone, but also a little delighted.
"Where's Sister Yiyi? She didn't come up?"
"No, she had something urgent come up suddenly, just dropped off the clothes and left," Yan Dongxu lied.
"I see..." Sun Shiyun didn't say anything more, though she saw through it, and kept eating.
To be honest, if Xu Yiyi had come up, she really wouldn't have known how to face her.
She felt like a child who had done something wrong.
Ye Qingya noticed something was off, but didn't know what exactly.
After all, she had just met the two of them recently.
After eating, Yan Dongxu started a livestream after asking Ye Qingya's opinion.
【No wonder you look exhausted, you must have been up to no good yesterday!】
【You look thinner! Young people don't know how to take care of themselves!】
【Ah, the two of them are clearly living together now.】
【I don't want to ask about yesterday, I just want to see which beauty has teleported over today.】
【Hurry up, who's the beauty today? Show us!】
......
"Humph, let me tell you, the one who teleported over today is definitely a big big beauty."
"What's more, she's a fan of me and Shiyun, so very harmonious. We even had breakfast together earlier."
Yan Dongxu acted mysteriously.
【A different beauty every day! No one lives as well as you!】
【I'm unfollowing immediately if she's not good looking.】
【I don't believe in this luck of yours! There's no way heaven always favors you like this!】
【Hurry up and reveal her already, gifts have been sent.】
......
Yan Dongxu pointed the camera at Ye Qingya.
Even without beauty filters on, Ye Qingya's looks and skin outshone 90% of female streamers.
The audience was instantly captivated by Ye Qingya's beauty.
【Gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous!】
【Wifey wifey, come home quickly!】
【Is she a fairy?】
【What elegant temperament! Ancient beauty, simply unparalleled.】
【Love her, let the beauty say a couple words, want to hear her voice!】
......
"Hello everyone, my name is Ye Qingya. I do cultural creativity related to traditional Chinese style."
【Wow, even her voice sounds so nice!】
【I can't keep it lowkey anymore, I hereby declare I'm in love!】
【Yes yes, how's hubby doing?】
【I love Chinese traditional culture the most, could I get contact info?】
【Bride price is all prepared, let's quickly decide on a wedding date!】
【Just look don't touch, everyone better behave!】
......
Ye Qingya's appearance was like a clear spring, washing the eyes of everyone.
Her aura was ethereal fairy-like, her temperament was gentle and elegant, plus breathtaking looks, she instantly captured numerous fans.
"Those interested in traditional Chinese cultural creativity can search Qingya Pavilion. That's the account I set up."
Ye Qingya shamelessly promoted herself on the livestream yet didn't annoy anyone.
In just a few minutes, Qingya Pavilion's account gained 100,000 new followers.
Yan Dongxu also conveniently followed it.
He let the two of them take over the livestream for a bit.
Because Zhao Qingqing had arrived downstairs.
He went down to get her, and found an old man following behind Zhao Qingqing.
"And who is this?" Yan Dongxu asked in puzzlement.
He thought, what's with this girl not only coming herself but also bringing an elder along?
"This is Uncle De, my dad asked him to come with me to take care of my living needs." Zhao Qingqing introduced.
Yan Dongxu nodded in confusion, thinking this old man must be nearing seventy.
It would be good if he could take care of himself, how could he possibly ask Uncle De to take care of him?
"Let's head on up!"
Yan Dongxu led the way.
When they got in the elevator, Yan Dongxu suddenly felt something moving at his waist.
He was startled, thinking some insect had landed on him.
But when he felt around with his hand, he found it was the Eight Trigrams pendant at his waist shaking.
He exclaimed at how eerie this was - the thing didn't have batteries or anything, how could it move on its own?
Stepping out of the elevator, he went into the room to introduce Zhao Qingqing and Uncle De to Sun Shiyun.
Then he went to pour water for the two.
Strangely, when he was more than ten meters away from Zhao Qingqing and the others, the pendant stopped shaking.
When he walked closer by a few steps, it started shaking again.
Zhou Quan had told him the Eight Trigrams pendant had the effect of dispelling evil and protecting the body.
Could it be that Zhao Qingqing and Uncle De had some unclean things on them?
He braced himself and brought over the two cups of water.
Suddenly he noticed that Ye Qingya, who had been laughing and chatting earlier, was no longer livestreaming. She had handed her phone to Sun Shiyun to stream and was now staring at Uncle De next to Zhao Qingqing with a dark expression.
Even more bizarrely, Uncle De was also looking at Ye Qingya with an unfriendly expression.
The atmosphere was very off.
Yan Dongxu's Eight Trigrams pendant shook even faster as the tense atmosphere built up.
Sun Shiyun, who had been casually chatting with the audience, also watched the few people in complete confusion.
She still didn't understand the situation yet.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.
