Pink balloons drifted gently across the square.
Under the shimmering lights, the scene was nothing short of magical.
Mu Qingyi moved gracefully, her steps light as she quietly observed.
She had visited the mortal world long ago, but her impression had never been good.
In this world, people’s hearts were filled with the seven emotions and six desires, driven by lust and greed.
Yet, one had to admit, sometimes it was those very emotions that made life feel truly alive.
She watched the young couples embracing and kissing.
Mu Qingyi paused slightly, a faint smile curling at the corner of her lips.
To love and hate so boldly—truly enviable.
Back in their immortal sect, doing such things openly would surely get one dunked in a pig cage.
Then, Mu Qingyi’s smile froze. That girl looked vaguely familiar...
Shen Muxuan was still locked in a kiss with An Yi. After a long moment, she slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze then landed on a figure standing behind An Yi.
Shen Muxuan: ?
In disbelief, Shen Muxuan blinked, her beautiful eyes widening in shock!!
This wasn’t a dream!!!
She wasn’t mistaken—it was her master?!
How could her master suddenly appear here?
Shen Muxuan quickly pushed An Yi away, her face pale as a sheet.
An Yi was a little confused and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“There—over there.”
Shen Muxuan looked excitedly at Mu Qingyi.
After half a year apart, their reunion should have been a touching moment, but who would have thought it would happen in such an awkward situation.
Shen Muxuan knew her master had always despised men.
To her, men were the embodiment of sin, the root of all evil!
And here she was, openly kissing a man in public.
An Yi turned and spotted a stunning woman in ancient attire, his eyes widening slightly.
What a beautiful lady!
Ding! This target meets the “Love Field Expert” criteria!
Another 9-point beauty!
That ancient outfit looked familiar—exactly the same style he had accidentally torn this morning!
And the lotus-shaped clasp at her waist!
Her identity...
Shen Muxuan quickly tried to pull her hand back, but An Yi’s large hand held on tight, refusing to let go.
“An Yi, let go!”
Shen Muxuan whispered, pleading.
An Yi was at his wit’s end.
“Do you think I want to? Five centimeters left!”
“How many men get five centimeters?”
“Just five more minutes, and why now of all times?!”
“Master, l-long time no see.”
Shen Muxuan reached out, timidly greeting.
Mu Qingyi’s stunning face was icy cold, her gaze fixed on their linked hands as she said in a low voice, “Let go. Now.”
“Letting go is impossible.”
Between getting beaten up and five centimeters, An Yi knew which was the lesser evil.
He took a deep breath, held Shen Muxuan’s hand tightly, their fingers intertwined, and looked seriously at Mu Qingyi.
“Hello, I’m An Yi, Muxuan’s boyfriend.”
Caught in the act of kissing!
Trying to deny it now was clearly unrealistic.
Might as well give up and accept it.
Shen Muxuan struggled a few times but couldn’t break free. She gave up and let An Yi hold her.
“Hmph, when did I ever acknowledge you?”
Mu Qingyi’s eyes were sharp and cold, her delicate body trembling slightly with anger.
She had warned her foolish disciple countless times, but in just half a year, she’d already been swayed by a man.
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly after hearing that.
What time is this? Since when do masters interfere with their disciples’ love lives?
“You must be Muxuan’s master, right? I’ve heard her mention you quite often.”
An Yi decided to start with some smooth small talk.
After all, this woman was Shen Muxuan’s master. If he was really involved with Shen Muxuan, then this woman was like an elder to him.
Shen Muxuan’s face went pale as she gave An Yi a swift kick on the calf.
This guy, so stupid!
“Mention me often?” Mu Qingyi looked at Shen Muxuan in disbelief.
Quickly, Shen Muxuan stammered, “Master, I—I never really revealed your existence. Actually, in the mortal world, it’s just polite talk. Yes, polite talk.”
“Like when you say ‘I’ve long admired you’ to someone you’ve never even heard of. It’s the same kind of thing. Exactly like that.”
In this desperate moment, Shen Muxuan surprisingly summoned one of the few sparks of wit she had.
An Yi’s mouth twitched slightly but had no choice but to play along: “Right, I didn’t expect Muxuan to actually have a master.”
“Cut the act!”
Mu Qingyi’s eyes sharpened as she stared at An Yi, her voice low and cautious: “How long have you known this kid?”
Shen Muxuan lowered her head and meekly said, “We met on my very first day in the mortal world. An Yi is a good person, really.”
“I like Muxuan, and I hope to have your blessing.”
An Yi held Shen Muxuan’s hand, placing it over his chest, speaking with sincerity.
“An Yi,” Shen Muxuan whispered, looking at his earnest and serious expression.
Her heart was a whirlwind of emotions—uncertainty, worry, and sweetness all tangled together.
Mu Qingyi turned her gaze to Shen Muxuan, her tone cold: “Muxuan, how did I teach you?”
“When you meet a man, don’t say too much. If he offends you, smash his dog head!”
Shen Muxuan replied softly.
Mu Qingyi’s voice deepened: “If this bastard doesn’t treat you right, why are you still keeping him around?”
“I—I took the initiative,” Shen Muxuan said, a little embarrassed.
Mu Qingyi muttered to herself, “Is she really my disciple? Or did I get the wrong person?”
“If you won’t lay a hand on him, then I’ll personally smash his dog head!”
Mu Qingyi said as a cold aura began to gather in her hands.
The temperature suddenly dropped, and the entire hall turned icy cold.
An Yi’s expression turned grim.
This woman looked gentle and refined, elegant with an intellectual beauty, but no one expected that once she acted, she could kill.
Everyone in the business hall stared at Mu Qingyi in disbelief.
“Is she some kind of magician? She’s actually emitting cold air!”
The manager shivered, trembling as he said, “If you’re going to fight, can you please do it outside? My stuff is expensive.”
At this moment, Mu Qingyi’s eyes flashed cold light. Her jet-black hair flowed like ink, and her traditional long dress fluttered as if moved by an invisible wind. Her entire aura shifted dramatically.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, his ring fingers twitching—ready to transform into the Dragon Fang Demon Sword at any moment.
This opponent was no ordinary one; her aura was overwhelmingly powerful. In this world, it was safe to say that Mu Qingyi was the strongest person An Yi had ever encountered.
“Master! You can’t hit him!”
Shen Muxuan stepped forward slightly, standing in front of An Yi to shield him.
Mu Qingyi’s delicate brows knit together as she spoke in a low voice: “You little brat.”
Seeing the determined look in Shen Muxuan’s eyes, Mu Qingyi hesitated.
She knew her disciple’s stubborn nature well—once she set her mind on something, not even nine bulls could drag her back.
If she were to kill this kid today, their master-disciple relationship would probably be over.
Hmph!
Mu Qingyi shot An Yi a cold glance.
Just then!
Whoosh!
A gunshot rang out!
The entire mall erupted into chaos! People screamed and scattered, rushing for the exits.
An Yi stared coldly toward the third floor.
The shot had come from up there!
An Yi was about to run when the manager, quick as a flash, grabbed onto his leg.
“Bro, you haven’t paid yet!”
The manager held on tight, nearly in tears.
He’d accept being shot dead, but the bill had to be settled!
An Yi looked toward the third floor, gritted his teeth, and swiped his card to pay.
Ding! Task [Living it Up] completed! Evil Power Value +30! Skill acquired: [Forgery]!
Ding! Task [Scumbag] completed! Evil Power Value +50!
Payment done, the time to hold hands had just arrived.
An Yi released his grip, flexed his wrist, and his eyes sharpened.
Finally, he could let loose and fight!