Mo Shangxie was terrified. She could no longer face her junior sister. Every time her junior sister opened her mouth... she felt a deep sense of guilt.
Because she had made her move early to take their Master for herself, yet her junior sister had risked her life to save her countless times.
What mattered most was... she was fully aware that her junior sister still loved their Master. This left her heart tangled in unbearable conflict.
Indeed, in the past, she had relied on the fact that she had once saved her junior sister’s life, allowing herself to compete for their Master’s affections with a clear conscience. But now... she instead owed her junior sister over a dozen lives—debts she could never repay.
Of course, Mo Shangxie never suspected that her junior sister might have orchestrated everything herself, deliberately cultivating a sense of guilt in her.
Ridiculous. Back then, they had faced countless dangers and obstacles. Several times, Yi Yi had nearly perished. It had only been through their Master’s resurrection pill that she had clawed her way back from the brink.
Who in their right mind would gamble with their own life like that?
But clearly, Mo Shangxie had vastly underestimated her little junior sister.
Ji Qingyi glanced at Mo Shangxie but still said nothing. She simply walked silently past her.
“Wait... wait, Yi Yi!”
Suddenly, Mo Shangxie called out to Ji Qingyi.
Ji Qingyi paused but did not turn around.
“You... you must have feelings for our Master too, right?”
Mo Shangxie forced the question out with difficulty.
Her junior sister had grown up now—completely transformed from a little girl into a stunning beauty. Over the years, right under Mo Shangxie’s own eyes, Ji Qingyi had blossomed. Even Mo Shangxie had to admire her junior sister’s appearance; she was not much less beautiful than the Three Realms Goddess, Taiyin Star Lord Chang Xi.
Ji Qingyi was silent for a long moment before speaking just three words:
“I love him.”
When Mo Shangxie heard those three words, it was as if all the strength had been drained from her body.
So her junior sister still loved him too. After all, their Master was such an outstanding and powerful man—unless they were blind... how could they not fall for him?
Then perhaps she should be the one to step back?
But... she had already shared intimate moments with their Master. If she gave up this hard-won love now... she would truly go mad.
“Oh...”
Mo Shangxie didn’t know what else to say. She simply slunk away in defeat.
Watching Mo Shangxie’s retreating figure, Ji Qingyi slowly lifted her gaze. A thin smile curved at the corners of her lips.
Of course, all of this was the result of her careful scheming. She had merged with the source of evil Dao and awakened the supreme evil body. When she had ascended the immortal path, she had secretly found the remaining scattered members of the Ancient Evil God Clan. These remnants of the ancient clan, who had once participated in the war against heaven, were now in decline, with few members left and hard to find. But once found, they were fiercely loyal to her.
She had even unearthed an evil god egg sheath sealed since ancient times, hatching and nurturing a powerful Demon Butterfly Evil Emperor, a natural-born sixth-level peak Immortal Emperor, extremely loyal to her, silently carrying out many tasks by her side.
There was no denying it—Ji Qingyi was truly a ruthless person. Cold to others, but even more merciless to herself!
She had hired assassins to attack herself, crossing the line between life and death, all to make her senior sister, Mo Shangxie, voluntarily step back.
“Senior Sister...”
Ji Qingyi murmured softly. If it were a woman like Yao Yue, she would definitely find a way to kill her in the future. But Mo Shangxie was ultimately different from other women—she was her senior sister. In the end, she could not bring herself to murder her senior sister.
The moment she thought of that woman Yao Yue, Ji Qingyi’s gaze turned ice-cold.
Although Yao Yue had watched over her since childhood, even holding her often and teaching her cultivation techniques, just thinking about her intimate moments with Jiang Che made Ji Qingyi sentence this woman to death in her heart.
But Yao Yue was too powerful. She was often stationed in the Demon Palace. Even Ji Qingyi’s evil protector, the Demon Butterfly Evil Emperor, could hardly make a move against her, let alone succeed. And with their Master guarding her side, it was nearly impossible!
“Master... one day, you will belong only to me!”
Ji Qingyi muttered to herself, her yandere nature now fully unleashed.
Unlike Bai Jie, Ji Qingyi was a true yandere—extremely obsessive and fanatical.
Many people jokingly said that a yandere girl was wonderful because she loved only you. But even Mr. Jiang had found such a woman impossible to handle. If an ordinary person encountered a real yandere, they should run far away. After all, a yandere’s love was the kind that would truly “rip out your heart and lungs.”
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“Changxi, what should I do?” Mo Shangxie propped her chin in her hands, frowning deeply.
Whenever she encountered emotional troubles, she came to consult the Moon Goddess Changxi.
Changxi gently rubbed her forehead, looking troubled. Even she couldn’t handle this situation. “Daoist Shangxie, I am only the Moon Goddess, an immortal official of the celestial court overseeing the power of the moon. I am not the God of Marriage... matters of matrimony fall under his jurisdiction.”
“Then can the God of Marriage help me? For instance, could he cut away my junior sister’s fate thread?”
Mo Shangxie’s eyes lit up. She could scheme in the shadows.
If she got the God of Marriage to pull her junior sister’s fate thread away from their Master, would her junior sister’s feelings for him gradually fade?
“Ha, if it involves your Master—the Demon Ancestor—even the God of Marriage wouldn’t stand a chance,” Changxi scoffed. “Your Master is far too powerful. The God of Marriage is merely a half-step Divine Artifact Master at the Immortal Lord level. Although he claims to govern all romantic ties, the truth is that matters of love above the immortal realm no longer fall under his control.”
“Oh~~~”
Mo Shangxie’s mood sank again. She bit her lip lightly.
“The players are blind, but the observer sees clearly. Based on what you’ve told me... I have a bold guess.”
“What guess?” Mo Shangxie asked.
“Could your junior sister be doing this on purpose? Deliberately saving your life to make you feel indebted and guilty, so that—”
“Impossible!” Mo Shangxie immediately ruled out the only correct answer.
“Yi Yi could never have done that deliberately. I saw with my own eyes how she nearly died!”
Seeing how fiercely Mo Shangxie defended Ji Qingyi, Changxi fell silent. She said nothing more.
She was simply going by feminine intuition. It was all too much of a coincidence.
When Mo Shangxie had braved the Immortal Path alone, she always crushed her enemies with overwhelming force, never facing a single crisis. But after bringing Ji Qingyi along, they encountered over a dozen life-threatening dangers in just three years—and every single time, it was Ji Qingyi who saved the day. From an outsider’s perspective, something was definitely off.
But this was Mo Shangxie’s personal affair. She had no right to interfere.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
