Seeing Ye Sisi take the initiative to greet An Yi,
the expressions of everyone around instantly shifted.
Seriously? This guy’s just some broke loser who can’t even scrape together two coins!
Poor, lame, and reeking of cheapness!
Aside from his good looks, what else does he have going for him?
Qin Yao’s eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent.
That woman Ye Sisi—always opposing her was bad enough,
but now, just because she lost the volleyball match, she’s trying to steal her man?!
The boys who called themselves Ye Sisi’s fan club felt their hearts sink.
Ice-cold!
What the hell? Their goddess was actually asking for some guy’s name?!
Ye Sisi put on a sickly sweet, fake smile and cooed, "Little brother, you still haven’t told me your name~"
"Uh, Lin Chen—cough—I mean, An Yi."
An Yi accidentally slipped up before quickly correcting himself.
Beside him, Lin Chen’s eyebrows shot up.
Then, An Yi grabbed Bai Xiu and pulled him over, declaring earnestly, "This is my bro, Bai Xiu!"
"Uh… hi?"
Caught off guard, Bai Xiu was bewildered but had no choice but to raise his hand and greet Ye Sisi.
"My bro here is a master of all arts—music, chess, calligraphy, painting. Sure, he looks a little scrawny now, like he’s on something, but back in the day, he was a total hottie!"
An Yi kept hyping Bai Xiu up to Ye Sisi.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Bai Xiu had been single for years, desperately in need of a girl to soothe his lonely soul.
This Ye Sisi chick seemed like the perfect fit!
Who knows? Maybe this would suddenly boost his "Destiny Value" and make him the third "Chosen One" An Yi had to complete.
Qin Yao’s lips curled into a smirk, clearly pleased with how An Yi handled things.
Go ahead and keep flirting, Ye bitch!
Ye Sisi’s face stiffened, but she forced herself to exchange a few awkward pleasantries with Bai Xiu before smiling sweetly. "You seem really tired, huh?"
Bai Xiu nodded. "Yeah, a little."
Ye Sisi brightened. "Then maybe you should go home and sleep!"
Bai Xiu blinked seriously. "But I can tough it out!"
Ye Sisi: "…"
This scrawny guy is so annoying!
Ignoring Bai Xiu, she turned back to An Yi and cooed, "An Yi, what are your hobbies?"
Just based on looks alone, An Yi had already captured Ye Sisi’s heart.
Girls rated 9/10 and above were rare—but so were guys.
And most importantly, this was a guy Qin Yao liked!
She didn’t have any ulterior motives—she just wanted to win against Qin Yao for once.
If even Qin Yao couldn’t have him, that made the challenge even sweeter.
Sure, she hadn’t dated much either, but when it came to playing the "tea art" game, how could Qin Yao—who always acted cold toward guys—ever hope to compete?
An Yi rubbed his temples.
This girl is so fake! Does Bai Xiu actually like this type?!
Qin Yao stepped in front of Ye Sisi and stared her down. "Ye Sisi, don’t you think asking about someone’s hobbies is a little too personal?"
"Qin Yao, this isn’t any of your business," Ye Sisi shot back.
The two were like fire and ice—ever since they’d met, clashes were inevitable.
As the twin campus belles of East University, they’d been competing since freshman year military training. A whole year later, their rivalry still hadn’t cooled.
Qin Yao couldn’t be bothered to argue. She grabbed An Yi’s wrist and said, "The match is over. Let’s go celebrate our big win! An Yi, you really should get yourself a nice car—taking the bus to school is way too rough."
"Hmm, that makes sense."
An Yi said decisively, promptly following Qin Yao as she left.
Ye Sisi glared furiously at Qin Yao's retreating figure, stomping her foot in frustration!
"That woman actually used her money power!"
Then, Ye Sisi noticed Bai Xiu staring intently at her.
Bai Xiu scratched his head, looking somewhat dazed, and asked, "Should I leave then?"
Ye Sisi couldn't help but burst into laughter. "You're quite amusing. Want to exchange Tianxun IDs?"
Bai Xiu replied, "Oh."
Meanwhile, Qin Shan shamelessly approached Zhou Lijuan, scratching his head sheepishly. "Hey, beautiful, mind sharing your Tianxun contact?"
Zhou Lijuan blushed crimson and shot him a glare. "Pretty boys like you are obviously smooth talkers. No way I'm giving it to you!"
Hearing Zhou Lijuan accuse him of being a playboy, Qin Shan quickly defended himself, "No, no! I've been single forever—a lifelong soloist! Haven't even held a girl's hand! That short guy can vouch for me!"
As he spoke, he yanked Liu Dachao over.
Liu Dachao stumbled from the pull and ended up collapsing into Qin Shan's arms.
Liu Dachao lowered his head, bashfully patting Qin Shan's chest as he cooed, "You brute! So rough! What's the big idea?!"
Qin Shan: "..."
Zhou Lijuan covered her mouth, eyes wide in shock.
"These two..."
The next moment, Qin Shan could be seen snorting steam from his nostrils like an enraged gorilla, pinning the bespectacled, sleazy guy to the ground for a thrashing!
"An Yi, what kind of car do you like?"
Qin Yao twirled a lock of her hair, tilting her head as she smiled at An Yi beside her.
An Yi grinned. "The car doesn't matter. Can you get that poker-faced guy behind us to back off? He's freaking me out."
At that moment, Lin Chen's sharp eyes were fixed on An Yi, radiating murderous intent.
A dark, ominous rod peeked out from his sleeve, ready to strike An Yi's skull at any moment.
"Don't worry, Lin Chen has a great temper. He might seem cold, but he's actually super gentle and always obliging. You'll see once you get to know him!" Qin Yao proudly praised Lin Chen.
An Yi's lips twitched.
"Always obliging? Super gentle?
Are you sure?"
"Uh, forget about a Bentley—too expensive. How about a Rolls-Royce Phantom? That car seems..."
An Yi spoke considerately, but before he could finish, Lin Chen grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away.
Lin Chen said coldly, "Yao Yao, step aside for a moment. I need a word with him."
Qin Yao shot him a reproachful look. "Don't you dare bully An Yi!"
Lin Chen forced a smile. "Relax, why would I?"
An Yi: "..."
In a corner of the sports field.
"Alright, why'd you drag me here?" An Yi shot him a weary glance.
Lin Chen replied icily, "Stay away from Qin Yao!"
"You've said that ten thousand times already!"
An Yi rolled his eyes. "We're both pursuers—whoever wins her over does it fair and square. You always resort to underhanded tactics. Not cool, man! Put that rod away, or I'll scream!"
Lin Chen stowed away his Cloud-Splitting Rod and said calmly, "Just a heads-up—watch out for the Hundred Ghosts Sect recently."
"What Hundred Ghosts Sect?" An Yi asked, puzzled.
Lin Chen explained, "The Gourd Immortal was one of its founders. In the sect, the leaders are called 'Immortals.' Yang Heng, who appeared at Yao Yao's banquet, along with the Dark Taoist and the other two, are also members."
"That's quite the grudge we've got." An Yi mused.
"Gourd Immortal, Dark Taoist, and the Thousand Taoist...
Tsk, not only have we pissed them all off, but it seems we even took out one of their leaders."
Take care of yourself. You're now on the assassin's hit list, with a bounty of over a billion on your head!
An Yi froze for a moment.
On the assassin's hit list? A billion for his head?
Damn!
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
