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.”
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!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
