Reborn: Shangguan Qianqian

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?!"