A bottle of beauty elixir for 100 million yuan.
In an instant, the entire auction hall fell dead silent.
Countless eyes turned toward Yan Zhi.
Her expression remained calm, showing no reaction after spending such an astronomical sum.
"Honey, I want it! Don’t you want your wife to look youthful and beautiful?"
"Damn it, with 100 million, I could sleep my way through the entire planet!"
"My love, seeing this elixir reminds me of my late mother."
"You dare buy this, you spendthrift woman? I’ll go meet your late mother right now!"
The auction hall descended into chaos over the 100-million-yuan beauty elixir.
"Bro, I told you that guy was a gigolo, but you didn’t believe me."
"I believe it now! He’s clearly a freeloader—looks like those 5 million were just his pocket money!"
Two bald men seated at the back of the auction hall snickered again.
An Yi clenched his fists, summoning an air blade in his palm.
"Damn it, I won’t calm down unless I slaughter these two bald bastards!"
How dare they slander him like this?!
As if he wouldn’t love to freeload if he could!
Ding! Side quest unlocked: [Tyrant]!
Rewards: [Storage Space], +30 Evil Power Value!
Hearing the long-absent voice of the system, An Yi froze momentarily.
"Tyrant?!"
This villain system just leveled up!
Before, the quest names were all low-tier stuff like "stealing," "robbing," or "groping."
Now it’s classy!
An Yi casually tapped open the quest rewards—and his eyes nearly popped out.
[Storage Space (Beginner Tier)]
Description: Capacity—5 cubic meters!
An actual storage space!
Wasn’t this the kind of thing only immortals had in the legends he heard as a kid?
A pocket dimension capable of moving mountains and draining seas! And now, he could have one too!
With this thing, hauling bricks, delivering packages, or setting up a street stall would be a breeze!!!
Suppressing his excitement, An Yi opened the [Tyrant] quest details.
[Tyrant]
Objective: Defeat 10 qualified masters. Progress: 0/10!
Additional Requirement: Establish initial fame to unlock the Reputation function!
"Qualified masters?"
What the hell counted as a "qualified master"? And what was this "Reputation" thing?
An Yi glanced at Yan Zhi beside him.
A marker floated above her head—!
Scanning the auction crowd, he noticed the same above the head of the Surging Waves Sect’s leader.
Zhang Fan had one!
Chen Bing too!
Even the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect!
Upon closer inspection, quite a few people qualified.
But what thrilled An Yi the most was that the two bald men—who looked nothing like Buddhist disciples—also had markers!
Perfect!
Time to slaughter these two sons of bitches!
"130 million!"
"150 million!"
By the time An Yi snapped back to reality, the auction had spiraled out of control.
The auctioneer, having long shed his earlier ethereal demeanor, now stood with rolled-up sleeves, gripping a nearly shattered gavel, his face flushed as he roared like a man possessed.
"150 million, going once! 150 million, going twice! Any higher bids?! Yes! 155 million, going once!"
The competition had reached a fever pitch.
Only a handful remained in the fight:
Yan Zhi, Liu Huimin (CEO of Junru Group), and the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect.
"155.5 million!"
The yellow-robed beauty gritted her teeth and called out the bid.
Instantly, her disciples turned pale, tearfully pleading:
"Master! We can’t afford this!"
"Have mercy! Even if our whole sect worked ourselves to death, we couldn’t earn this much!"
But the yellow-robed beauty’s gaze at the elixir bottle was one of madness.
What did middle-aged women care about most?
Their looks!
Approaching forty, past her prime, with wrinkles creeping in—the helpless dread of fading youth was worse than death!
Having witnessed its effects, how could she give up now?
She’d do anything to preserve her beauty!
"Bidding just 500K more? How petty!"
Liu Huimin adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her plump face oozing disdain as she raised her paddle.
"180 million!"
"Ooooh!! This stunning beauty bids 180 million! Any higher offers?!"
The auctioneer’s voice was hoarse, his judgment blinded by the obscene commission he stood to earn.
"Instead of wasting money on beauty elixirs, she should lose weight first!"
Yan Zhi’s temple vein bulged in anger.
But 180 million was beyond her means.
Liu Huimin lifted her double chin, shooting Yan Zhi a taunting look.
"That fat cow is provoking me!" Yan Zhi snarled, smashing her chair’s armrest.
"Captain Yan, stay calm!" An Yi hurriedly intervened.
Yan Zhi turned to him, teeth clenched. "You! Do you have any money?"
An Yi: "?"
Then she shook her head. "Sorry, I’ve lost my mind—asking you for money!"
An Yi: "..."
Liu Huimin surveyed the room triumphantly. Though neckless, she held her head high.
"200 million."
Boss Nie raised his paddle.
His weathered voice cut through the noise.
The crowd turned to him in shock.
"200 million, going once! 200 million, going twice!"
The auctioneer, hair disheveled, was on the verge of hysterics.
He’d buy a mansion! A sports car! Naked women!
Liu Huimin paled at Boss Nie’s bid.
Truthfully, 200 million wasn’t her limit.
But she didn’t dare counter.
"200 million, three times! SOLD! Congratulations to VIP #153!"
Boss Nie smirked, pulling the mixed-race beauty beside him closer.
"Here, got it for you."
"B-Boss… 200 million?! You’re too good to me!"
Overwhelmed, the beauty buried herself in his chest, nearly sobbing.
The auction crowd watched enviously, wishing they could trade places.
200 million?!
They’d take a bullet for that kind of money!
An Yi frowned, deep in thought.
As expected—
In this world, money ruled all.
With enough cash, even a system-rated 9/10 beauty would throw herself at you!
"Disgusting! Spending that much on a mistress! Is Boss Nie brain-dead?!" Yan Zhi fumed.
An Yi waved it off. "Relax, it’s just beauty elixir. Easy! I’ll handle it."
"Wait—you’re saying you’d spend 200 million on me too?" Yan Zhi pressed, eyes gleaming.
An Yi: "..."
200 million?!
That wasn’t just his life savings—that was five lifetimes’ worth!
He’d meant the next batch of elixirs!
"Look! The final auction item is here!"
Ignoring her hopeful gaze, An Yi abruptly pointed at the stage, feigning excitement.
He had no idea what was being auctioned.
But right now, enthusiasm was mandatory.
The auctioneer smoothed his disheveled hair and announced solemnly:
"Ahem. Our final item is a treasure from the ruins of the Nine Star Palace. Many of you came specifically for this, so without further ado—let’s begin."
He opened an ancient sandalwood box.
Inside lay a weathered manual.
"Ancient martial arts sword technique—Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes! Starting bid: 100 million!"
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?"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
