This guy must be out of his damn mind!
He dragged her all the way from Yunzhou City, tied her up, and brought her to his house—only to do absolutely nothing with her!
And now this bastard wants her to leave???
No matter how composed Shangguan Qianqian usually was, she had never felt such overwhelming fury before.
Her chest heaved with rage!
An Yi’s gaze followed the rise and fall.
"You want me to leave at this hour?"
Shangguan Qianqian steadied herself, her cold, beautiful eyes fixed on An Yi as she spoke.
What the hell was this guy planning by kidnapping her?
"What? Trying to freeload a place to stay? There’s no room for you here!"
An Yi shrugged.
His mission was done—why the hell would he keep her around?
He glanced at Shangguan Qianqian. Her favorability toward him had just jumped by 20 points, now sitting at a terrifying 60!
For An Yi, that was a nightmare of a number.
That damn bodyguard had traumatized him.
He used to think favorability started at -100!
Shangguan Qianqian stared at An Yi, then scoffed. "Actually, we could share a room."
An Yi gulped. "T-that’s not appropriate! A man and a woman alone together, and you’re a celebrity—what if rumors spread? I mean, this is—"
"You’re overthinking it. Where’s the bathroom? I need to shower." Shangguan Qianqian replied coolly.
After a night of battle—flying swords, explosions, and chaos—she was covered in dust, her clothes filthy.
"Over there."
An Yi pointed casually.
Though it was a two-bedroom apartment, the place wasn’t big. The bathroom wasn’t hard to find.
Shangguan Qianqian held out her hand. "I need clothes to change into."
"Here."
An Yi pulled out a T-shirt and shorts from his room and handed them to her. Then, smirking, he added, "Want to shower together? Save some time—"
SLAM!
The bathroom door shut in his face.
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from inside.
An Yi yawned.
This woman had no manners.
Earlier, she’d been eyeing him like a piece of meat, ready to pounce!
Now she wouldn’t even let him watch her shower? He’d kick her out tomorrow!
Under the icy spray of the shower, Shangguan Qianqian’s flawless, porcelain skin glistened.
She closed her eyes, lost in thought.
She was a reincarnator.
In her past life, she had been the Holy Maiden of the Pleasure Sect—not some celebrity.
Her existence had been dull beyond words.
For over twenty years, her beauty alone had made her the most coveted woman in the martial world.
Yet, that same beauty had doomed her.
The Blood Fiend Sect’s leader, lusting after her, had demanded her hand in marriage.
The Pleasure Sect’s master, eager to curry favor, had thrown her into the fire without hesitation.
The Blood Fiend Sect leader was infamous for his cruelty—countless women had been turned into blood puppets, tortured and enslaved for his pleasure.
Entering his sect would have been a fate worse than death.
Everyone knew what awaited her. Yet everyone had pushed her toward it.
Refusing to submit, Shangguan Qianqian had drawn her sword and taken her own life.
She had thought her miserable existence was finally over.
But fate had other plans—she was reborn.
In this life, she refused to follow the same path.
She struggled to break free from the Pleasure Sect’s control while growing stronger.
But as the time of her past-life death drew near, she still hadn’t reached the power she needed.
So, guided by a woman in yellow robes, she had sought out An Yi.
She didn’t know much about him.
In her past life, she hadn’t been important enough to cross paths with someone of his stature.
All she knew was that he would become the Night Emperor, the leader of the Asura Gate—a name feared across the world.
And Lin Chen, Bai Xiu, Fang Jueming, and others would become the Asura Gate’s legendary God Kings, terrorizing the martial world.
But that was years from now.
In this timeline, An Yi was still a shameless nobody, with no trace of the future overlord he’d become.
Yet she knew he possessed an immense bloodline power.
So, she had kidnapped him, intending to use the Pleasure Sect’s forbidden technique—a one-time-only transfer—to steal his bloodline for herself.
But she had failed.
And made an enemy of him in the process.
She had abandoned the idea of taking his power.
Tonight, the appearance of Lin Chen and the others had made one thing clear—An Yi was no ordinary loser.
If she had succeeded in stealing his bloodline, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Lin Chen and Chen Bing alone were forces she couldn’t hope to oppose.
Now, with An Yi here, perhaps the best path was to align herself with him.
Joining the Asura Gate might be her best chance at revenge.
The Asura Gate was a towering tree—she could seek shelter under its branches.
The grudges of her past life…
She would settle them with her own hands.
Shangguan Qianqian’s gaze hardened with resolve.
BANG BANG BANG!
A fist hammered on the bathroom door.
"Are you done yet?! It’s been an hour! I’m about to piss myself!"
An Yi’s voice snapped her back to reality.
The door opened.
Shangguan Qianqian stepped out, dressed in An Yi’s T-shirt and shorts.
Even in a man’s clothes, her beauty was undeniable.
The oversized shirt draped over her curves, somehow making her figure even more alluring.
"What the hell? You trying to bankrupt me with water bills?"
An Yi grumbled as he pushed past her, yanking his belt loose to relieve himself.
Midstream, he froze.
There, hanging on the rack, was a familiar set of black lace lingerie.
His blood rushed south.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath?!
H-how could she do this in someone else’s home?!
Finishing up, he zipped his pants and stormed back to the bedroom, ready to demand an explanation.
The door swung open.
Shangguan Qianqian was drying her hair, raising an eyebrow at his dramatic entrance.
An Yi swallowed hard.
True beauty wasn’t just skin-deep—it was an aura, a presence.
And Shangguan Qianqian had the kind of allure that could bring empires to their knees.
"I saw the spare bedding. I won’t take the bed." She pointed to the makeshift mattress on the floor.
An Yi cleared his throat. "That’s not the point."
Shangguan Qianqian tilted her head. "Then what is?"
An Yi met her gaze seriously. "What exactly is the Asura Gate? And how do you know about it?"
Shangguan Qianqian studied him, then smirked. "The Asura Gate… is your future empire."
"Future?"
An Yi frowned. "How could you possibly know about the future?"
"What if I told you I can see the future? Would you believe me?" she teased.
An Yi narrowed his eyes. "You think I’m stupid?"
Wait—how had the conversation derailed like this?!
"Turn off the light."
Shangguan Qianqian ignored his question, stretching out on the floor bedding, her raven hair spilling like ink.
An Yi gulped.
Sharing a room with her… his stamina wouldn’t survive.
Just then, the door creaked open.
Shen Muxuan, clad only in a delicate bellyband and undergarments, her snow-white figure alluring, rubbed her eyes drowsily and murmured, "An Yi, you're back?"
In an instant—
The entire room fell into silence.
An Yi's hair stood on end.
"What are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?!"
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
