Who is Shen Muxuan?
The man shook his head, gazing at the woman across from him as he swallowed hard.
Despite his undergraduate education, he couldn’t summon enough adjectives to describe the beauty of this woman dressed in ancient attire.
Graceful as a delicate flower reflecting on water, her movements like a willow swaying in the breeze.
Her features were exquisite, her phoenix eyes shimmering with a warmth that accentuated her gentle elegance.
A wide, pearl-white silk ribbon tied up her long, flowing black hair, exuding an ethereal aura—as if an immortal had descended into the mortal world.
The woman sighed faintly and spoke softly, "Thank you."
The man looked at her, gritted his teeth, and mustered his courage. "Could you... could you leave me your—"
"Leave what?"
The stunning woman turned her head, fixing him with a cool gaze. "Don’t speak nonsense, or I’ll smash your head in!"
With that, she glided away like a lotus in motion.
The man watched her retreating figure, swallowing hard again.
Though she moved at a leisurely pace, she vanished from the street in the blink of an eye.
The man stared dazedly at the spot where the peerless beauty had disappeared.
He knew—his heart would never hold space for another.
A taxi sped through the streets.
Behind it, dozens of black SUVs gave chase relentlessly.
"An Yi, there are so many cars behind us!" Shen Muxuan said, her delicate face pale as she checked the rearview mirror.
An Yi replied calmly, "Stay composed. It’s fine."
They had barely left the Hilton Hotel when they were tailed.
The SUVs were now maneuvering to box them in.
An Yi floored the accelerator, the taxi transforming into a streak of light as it weaved through traffic.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A burst of gunfire rang out, bullets whizzing past!
An Yi’s brow furrowed.
"This is getting tricky. They’ve got guns."
Shen Muxuan clenched her teeth. "Should we call the Law Enforcement Bureau?"
An Yi shook his head.
No use. Conflicts of this level—involving martial artists—were beyond the Law Enforcement Bureau’s jurisdiction.
Rumor had it that the Bureau had a specialized division for high-level martial artists, but it was based in the capital.
By the time reinforcements arrived, it’d be far too late.
Even if Yan Zhi came, she wouldn’t be much help—and might just end up dragged into the mess.
Bang! Bang!
Two more gunshots echoed, striking the trunk and leaving bullet holes.
An Yi pushed his driving skills to the limit, but no amount of speed could outrun bullets.
Whoosh!
Another bullet pierced through the rear window, embedding itself in the interior with a violent thud.
Shen Muxuan paled, her worried eyes turning to An Yi.
His expression was icy.
This taxi wouldn’t hold up much longer—and with Shen Muxuan inside, his options were limited.
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here. You’ll be fine," An Yi reassured her with a smile.
Shen Muxuan nodded, forcing a sweet smile. "Mhm."
She glanced back at the pursuing SUVs, her eyes shimmering with an icy blue hue.
The taxi swerved erratically down the street.
Then—spikes of ice erupted from the ground, impaling the three leading SUVs.
The vehicles behind skidded uncontrollably on the frozen surface, crashing into each other in a deafening explosion.
Flames roared into the sky.
Shen Muxuan quietly withdrew her hand, her face drained of color.
The faint bloodlines on her arm grew slightly more pronounced.
An Yi, focused on driving, frowned at the commotion behind them. "What just happened?"
"An Yi! Don’t look back—they’re still catching up!" Shen Muxuan urged.
She stole a glance in the rearview mirror at the inferno, her eyes tinged with sorrow. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry..."
"Your hand’s freezing. Like I said, it’s fine. A few cars must’ve crashed—they won’t catch us now." An Yi smiled.
Shen Muxuan nodded weakly. "Mhm."
"We’ll be safe at the mall. Too many people there."
To protect civilians, martial artists were forbidden from large-scale combat in public areas—a taboo enforced by the Law Enforcement Bureau’s iron fist.
An Yi’s expression darkened.
He hadn’t expected that overnight, news of him obtaining two Hongtian Secret Realm tokens would spread so widely.
But he couldn’t blame the greed of these martial artists.
Every time the Hongtian Secret Realm emerged, it reshaped the martial world.
Not only did it contain rare treasures, but also weapons, artifacts, secret techniques, elixirs—even formations.
Obtaining any of these could elevate an individual or family to new heights.
But there were only 108 keys to the Hongtian Secret Realm.
Major factions naturally sought as many as possible to dominate inside.
Smaller groups and lone practitioners, left without tokens, were desperate for a share.
Because of the tokens, An Yi had become a target.
He rubbed his temples.
Running forever wasn’t a solution.
With so many eyes on him, where could he even hide?
His phone rang.
One hand on the wheel, the other holding Shen Muxuan’s—even shifting gears was done with her hand—he could only signal for her to answer.
"Hello? An Yi speaking."
"Xiao Yi, it’s your Uncle Nie—Nie Chengwen."
A deep voice came through the speaker.
"And me! It’s Shirley!"
A sultry voice chimed in.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Nie Qinglan’s father, "Boss Nie," and that mixed-race beauty he privately nicknamed "the cannon mount."
Ahem. "Uncle Nie, what can I do for you?" An Yi asked.
Boss Nie chuckled. "Having a rough time with all these factions after you?"
"Manageable. Just dealt with some idiots."
An Yi’s tone was breezy.
Boss Nie laughed. "This time, it’s not just small fry. Even names on the Heavenly Ranking are making moves."
An Yi smirked. "Uncle Nie, let’s skip the small talk."
"Hongtian tokens aren’t just treasures—without the strength to hold them, they’re a death sentence. You know that."
Boss Nie’s voice turned earnest. "Don’t take this the wrong way, but the Hongtian Secret Realm is out of your league. The waters run deep, kid. You can’t navigate them."
An Yi chuckled. "So you’re after a token too?"
"Let’s make a deal. Five billion for one token—just one. In return, I’ll offer you protection until the Hongtian Secret Realm opens."
An Yi fell silent.
The old man was shrewd.
The offer was hard to refuse.
He needed to enter the Hongtian Secret Realm.
Selling one token still left him with another—plus Boss Nie’s protection.
Boss Nie’s true strength was a mystery, but if he dared make this call, he had the means to back it up.
"I’ll think about it," An Yi said finally.
Boss Nie smiled. "Good. I’ll await your answer."
Then Shirley’s voice cut in—ahem—"Xiao Yi, if you agree, Qinglan could—"
"Ah! They’re here! Talk later!"
An Yi shouted abruptly, signaling Shen Muxuan to hang up.
She ended the call, puzzled. "...Who’s Qinglan?"
An Yi:
How did this girl manage to spot the loophole!
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?!
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!
