Chen Fei’s eyes reddened after being loudly scolded by Uncle Fu.
She was, after all, a social climber who had only come to this birthday party to rub shoulders with wealthy and influential heirs like Gu Hongyun.
“S-sorry…”
Chen Fei was on the verge of tears—her face had been thoroughly humiliated tonight!
Though Uncle Fu was merely a butler, his status in the Qin Family was nothing to scoff at. He had practically raised Qin Zhengwei, making him almost like a second master.
Being publicly berated by him left her with no dignity to stay.
Covering her face, Chen Fei ran out, having never suffered such a deep insult in her life!
As she stepped outside, she froze at the sight of several oddly dressed individuals. What was this about—
“Actually, about that loan…”
An Yi wasn’t ready to let Uncle Fu brush the topic aside and tried steering the conversation back.
Uncle Fu chuckled, cutting him off. “An Yi, you and the young miss are classmates. It warms my heart that Yao Yao has such an outstanding friend!”
“I’m glad to be friends with Qin Yao too,” An Yi replied casually before pressing on. “But about that loan—”
Clearing his throat, Uncle Fu turned and addressed the crowd with practiced charm. “Dear friends and family, thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to celebrate Yao Yao’s nineteenth birthday. Your presence is deeply appreciated!”
Truly, Uncle Fu was a sly old fox. The moment he sensed An Yi’s persistence about the loan, he deftly maneuvered him into a dead end.
An Yi realized—the money was out of reach.
His face turned ashen. Two billion, just gone like that?
That bastard Blue Shark was pure, 24-karat trash!
What kind of A-rank killer couldn’t even take down an old man?!
Suddenly, he remembered—he had a system-assigned task: Violent Action. No, no, no. Uncle Fu was elderly. That wouldn’t be right.
Shen Muxuan, noticing the tension, quietly approached and asked, “What was up with that woman earlier?”
An Yi shrugged. “How should I know? She accused me of groping her fake butt!”
Shen Muxuan frowned seriously. “So… did you?”
An Yi rolled his eyes and lightly flicked her forehead. “Do I look that desperate? That kind of flimsy charm? No way!”
“Oh? Who knew our Young Master An had such high standards?” Qin Yao walked over, smiling sweetly—though her eyes held a dangerous glint.
This guy just did a head-pat attack!
This guy just did a head-pat attack!
This guy just did a head-pat attack!
In an instant, Qin Yao’s guard was up again around Shen Muxuan.
She knew it!
An Yi was a full-blown pervert through and through!
Living under the same roof with such a beauty, and nothing happened?
Qin Yao refused to believe it!
Unaware of the murderous aura, An Yi replied breezily, “Haha, it’s not about standards. I don’t care much for looks—what matters is inner qualities. Like, say, being filthy rich.”
“Tch.”
Lin Chen scoffed disdainfully.
This brat was still dreaming of marrying into wealth!
An Yi raised an eyebrow. “Got a problem, Lin?”
Lin Chen gave him a cold glance. “I don’t waste time on losers.”
An Yi’s temper flared. “You poker-faced—”
Just then, Fang Jueming sensed trouble and stepped forward, assuming a combat stance. “Master, let me handle this guy!”
It was obvious to Fang Jueming that this poker-faced man was at odds with his master.
As An Yi’s disciple-in-training, it was his duty to stand by his master’s side!
An Yi’s eye twitched as he hastily pulled Fang Jueming back. “No, no, no! He’d kill you. Let me teach you something—people with resting bitch faces are bad news. Stay away.”
Meanwhile, Wu Tong—the stoic “Axe Fist”—gulped down another glass of wine, his arm trembling with suppressed rage.
This is too much!
His daughter, Wu Shuangshuang, quickly intervened. “Dad, what’s gotten into you tonight? Slow down…”
“Alright, enough!” Qin Yao feigned anger, hands on her hips. “No fighting!”
Lin Chen, usually rebellious to the core, was oddly subdued in Qin Yao’s presence.
She held out her hand to An Yi. “An Yi, where’s my birthday gift?”
As the Qin Family’s young miss, she’d been showered with lavish presents all night—none of which she cared for.
But she’d been waiting for An Yi’s gift. Yet the jerk seemed to have forgotten!
She came from wealth and lacked nothing. Even a simple plush toy from him would’ve made her day.
“Birthday gift?”
Cold sweat broke out on An Yi’s forehead.
He’d just remembered—the crate of counterfeit liquor was still by the door!
Major oversight!
What could he give now?
A kiss? A hug? His nineteen-year-old virginity?
None of those would fly in public—especially with Lin Chen ready to murder him on the spot.
Seeing An Yi flounder, Lin Chen’s lips curled in satisfaction.
Perfect.
This guy never failed to disappoint.
Qin Yao’s delicate hands trembled slightly as she stared at him.
Don’t tell me he brought nothing…
A pang of hurt shot through her.
Sure, it was typical of him. But showing up empty-handed to a girl’s birthday? That was just cruel.
Anything would’ve been fine—she didn’t care about the price!
Shen Muxuan noticed the tension and discreetly slipped a small vial into An Yi’s hand.
Relief washed over him as he held it up. “Ta-da! The gift is… uh, this little bottle!”
Qin Yao: “…”
Bravo. Really outdid yourself.
Lin Chen’s lips twitched in amusement.
He thought gifting fake alcohol was already absurd—but a tiny bottle?
“Wow! Such a delicate little thing. Thank you, I love it.” Qin Yao forced a smile as she accepted it.
Lin Chen: This defies logic.
Shen Muxuan couldn’t take it anymore and whispered, “It’s a pill bottle. There’s medicine inside.”
Though she meant it for An Yi, the others heard it loud and clear.
Qin Yao’s expression shifted slightly.
An Yi coughed. “Right, it’s medicine. A little pill.”
Hearing this, Qin Yao quickly uncorked the vial.
Inside lay a single, jade-green pill, perfectly round and glossy.
“What kind of pill is this?” she asked.
“Uh…”
An Yi blanked.
How would I know?!
Shen Muxuan hurriedly explained, “It’s a Feigned Death Pill. After taking it, the user enters a deathlike state for two hours.”
Qin Yao: “…”
An Yi: “…”
Lin Chen: “…”
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
