Watching An Yi raise his placard with ease.
The auctioneer fell silent for a moment!
There really is a fool willing to buy this!
The entire venue erupted in murmurs, all eyes turning toward An Yi.
No one expected this seemingly pampered pretty boy to be so wealthy!
Just what is his background?!
"Bro, that kid’s loaded!"
"Let’s rob him later."
The booming voices of two monks echoed through the auction hall once again.
An Yi, furious, turned to Yan Zhi: "Captain Yan, these two baldies are planning to rob me!"
"This is so unfair!"
"How can they just rob someone in broad daylight?!"
He felt utterly wronged, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in Yan Zhi’s ample bosom and cry his heart out.
"Don’t worry. After the auction, make sure to intercept them."
Yan Zhi smiled thinly, her tone icy.
Beneath her hand, the armrest of her seat had been crushed to splinters.
"Even though the Jiangbei Enforcement Bureau has been disbanded…"
"Our dignity cannot be trampled upon!"
"Oh, right. This is Yunzhou City."
Which meant it wasn’t really her problem.
"Pah! The enforcers in Yunzhou are all useless trash!"
"Ahem! VIP No. 97, 5 million, going once! 5 million, going twice! 5 million—"
The auctioneer deliberately slowed his cadence.
Surely, there couldn’t be only one idiot willing to bid on this piece of junk?
To his disappointment, there really was just one.
"5 million, sold!"
The gavel fell.
Regular patrons of Xiangyun Auction House shook their heads in disbelief. They all knew the truth.
This massive, broken sword had been passed over at every auction for the past year.
"Big, broken, and taking up storage space!"
At first, the auction house had tried to sell it for 20 million, banking on its bizarre shape and unnatural weight.
But no one bit.
Over the past several months, the reserve price for the shattered blade had kept dropping—yet still, no buyers.
"The damn thing is completely useless!"
As a weapon, its size made it nearly impossible to wield.
And when infused with energy, its weight skyrocketed—so much so that lifting it became a Herculean task!
As an antique? Too damaged to hold any historical value.
"That poor kid got swindled."
Boss Nie sighed softly as he watched An Yi spend 5 million on a worthless hunk of metal.
"Oh-ho, not even your son-in-law yet, and you’re already feeling sorry for him?"
A mixed-race beauty looped her arm through Boss Nie’s, smiling teasingly.
Boss Nie tapped his fingers rhythmically against the armrest.
Truth be told, he was growing more and more impressed with An Yi. The kid had single-handedly slain the Gourd Immortal and overpowered the Dark Taoist—his strength was nothing short of terrifying!
And, more importantly, his daughter seemed quite taken with him.
"Qing Lan’s school term is starting soon, right?" Boss Nie asked.
The mixed-race beauty nodded. "Soon. September’s just around the corner—only a few days away."
"Good." Boss Nie gave a satisfied nod.
The auction continued.
But no one noticed the sweat beading in An Yi’s palms, his arms trembling with barely contained excitement.
"I got it!!"
"I actually got it!"
An Yi nearly lost control, almost shouting in exhilaration.
This sword—most people wouldn’t recognize it.
He didn’t either!
But he could sense an overwhelming aura emanating from it.
Not spiritual energy, nor the demonic or sinister energy typical of cursed weapons.
This was something far older—ancient, primordial.
An Yi had felt it only once before: when he fled the Celestial Tower and crossed the dimensional barrier into this world.
And this sword carried the exact same presence!
If his guess was right…
This was a weapon capable of suppressing an entire dimension!
"A single blade holding an entire plane in check… Unthinkable!"
"Kid, did a donkey kick your brain loose? 5 million for this piece of scrap? You’d struggle to chop salted fish with it!"
Yan Zhi’s mocking words were cut short as An Yi suddenly lunged at her, wrapping his arms around her soft, delicate frame and planting a firm kiss on her flawless, rosy cheek!
"Hahaha! This is amazing! You’re my lucky charm!"
An Yi was practically vibrating with excitement.
If it weren’t for her insistence on staying at the auction, he would have missed out on this shattered treasure!
Yan Zhi’s face darkened, her jade-like hands clenching into fists.
This brat dared to kiss her!
Last time, he groped her backside—she let it slide.
Now he was getting bold with his lips?!
But seeing An Yi’s uncontainable joy, Yan Zhi could only sigh, her cheeks burning.
"Fine. Consider it a child’s innocent mistake."
Even if said "child" was nearly twenty.
"Commander Long, that sword seems unusual. Should we—"
In the VIP booth, the one-eyed, burly man spoke up again.
The figure shrouded in shadows—Commander Long—replied indifferently, "The sword is remarkable, but unusable for me. Let the boy have it."
Down below, Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses, his gaze fixed on the VIP booth.
"Commander Long?"
"Leader of the Pantheon Temple?"
"What’s someone like him doing in a backwater place like this?"
Chen Bing’s expression was grave. Through countless cycles of rebirth, he had witnessed this man’s terror—his power defied all logic.
"Better keep my distance. That man is on another level."
The next item up for auction was a small vial.
The atmosphere in the venue grew tense the moment it appeared.
Even An Yi straightened in his seat, leaning forward with interest.
"Looks like the main event is finally here!"
"Tonight’s heavyweight lot! I’m sure many of our esteemed guests have been waiting for this."
The auctioneer smiled slyly. "This, ladies and gentlemen, is the ‘Jade Dew Rejuvenation Elixir’—a miracle potion for preserving youth and enhancing beauty!"
To demonstrate, he brought out a plain-faced woman in her thirties, dressed in a traditional qipao.
Dipping a tiny amount of the elixir onto his fingers, he gently applied it to her face.
The entire audience held their breath, eyes glued to the woman’s skin.
As the Jade Dew Rejuvenation Elixir seeped into her pores, her complexion transformed—radiant, as if she had shed ten years. Her skin became porcelain-smooth, blemishes and pores vanishing instantly.
An Yi: "…?"
"What’s the big deal?"
But the crowd erupted.
Especially the women.
Their eyes burned with desire, some even looking ready to rush the stage and snatch the vial for themselves. The auctioneer barely kept the frenzy in check.
"Such a useless thing, who would—"
An Yi’s scoff died in his throat when he noticed Yan Zhi beside him—flushed, hands trembling with barely restrained excitement.
An Yi: "…"
Maybe his worldview was just too narrow.
Seeing the effect he’d achieved, the auctioneer raised his hands, grinning. "Ladies and gentlemen, please remain calm! The reserve price for the Jade Dew Rejuvenation Elixir is 10 million! Minimum bid increments of 500,000! Let the bidding begin!"
"Goddammit!"
"10 million?!"
"This is highway robbery!"
An Yi’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
But Yan Zhi was even more fired up.
"10 million!"
"12 million!"
"20 million!"
"26 million!"
Bids flew across the venue at breakneck speed.
An Yi sat there, numb with disbelief.
"What kind of scam is this?! That junk is worth this much?!"
Then he remembered—the "Jade Beauty Serum" recipe his system had given him. His face burned with excitement.
This thing’s value might be beyond his wildest dreams.
"100 million."
Yan Zhi’s voice cut through the chaos as she raised her placard.
The entire auction hall fell silent for a few seconds, stunned by the sudden tenfold price jump.
"Weren’t we just at 50 million?!"
"100 million?! They didn’t even give us time to process!"
"100 million?! Are you kidding me?!"
An Yi nearly cursed out loud, gaping at Yan Zhi in shock.
"A sugar mama, right under my nose!"
He actually didn't realize it!
Spending a hundred million on this useless trinket!
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for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
