Mu Qingyi looked at An Yi and said, "I'm a bit hungry."
An Yi chuckled, "Me too."
"As the host, shouldn't you fulfill your duties and cook?"
"Uh, I'm feeling a bit dizzy."
Seeing the standoff between Mu Qingyi and An Yi, Shen Muxuan volunteered, "I'll cook!"
An Yi placed a hand on Shen Muxuan's shoulder and said seriously, "Sit down. Let me handle it."
"But aren't you dizzy?" Shen Muxuan asked, puzzled.
An Yi scowled. "I'll manage."
He absolutely refused to endure her cooking again.
The clatter of pots and pans echoed from the kitchen.
Mu Qingyi's expression turned grave as she looked at Shen Muxuan.
"Master, why did you suddenly come to the mortal world?"
Shen Muxuan held Mu Qingyi's hand affectionately as she asked.
Mu Qingyi’s face remained cold. "Let me see your hand."
"It's... it's fine," Shen Muxuan replied nervously.
Mu Qingyi grabbed her wrist firmly.
On Shen Muxuan’s fair, jade-like arm, several crimson lines had grown increasingly distinct.
"You—you—!"
Mu Qingyi’s face paled with fury, her aura radiating icy coldness. "Is it because of that brat? I’ll smash his stupid head in!"
"Master!"
Shen Muxuan held onto Mu Qingyi’s arm, her innocent and beautiful face breaking into a smile. "Your disciple truly has no regrets."
"You—"
Mu Qingyi froze at Shen Muxuan’s expression.
Years ago, her own master had worn the same look.
For a man, she had betrayed their sect.
Back then, Mu Qingyi had been too young to understand.
Yet that gentle yet resolute figure had remained etched in her mind, impossible to forget.
"Not bad. I never expected someone from such humble means to possess such delicious food."
Mu Qingyi slurped the instant noodles with gusto.
"Humble means?"
An Yi rolled his eyes.
If instant noodles impressed her this much, where did she get her superiority complex?
Shen Muxuan beamed. "Right, Master? If you like it, have more! An Yi is really good at cooking."
Mu Qingyi picked up a strand of noodles and marveled, "To shape noodles like this requires real craftsmanship. The broth is rich and flavorful—I never expected you had such skills. How did you do it?"
"Boil water, add noodles, tear open the seasoning packet, stir, and serve."
An Yi succinctly explained his culinary masterpiece: instant noodles.
Mu Qingyi: "…?"
"Master, when are you leaving?"
An Yi asked casually, as if it were an afterthought—though it was the most crucial question.
This spendthrift woman!
She had the audacity to oppose him to his face!
If he weren’t outmatched, An Yi would never tolerate her wreaking havoc in his home.
Mu Qingyi sipped the broth calmly. "Tonight."
An Yi’s face lit up. "Ah, this... this is so sudden! You barely got to see anything in the mortal world."
Mu Qingyi pondered. "You make a fair point. I’ll stay a couple more days."
An Yi: "…"
After the meal, An Yi glared at Mu Qingyi.
Admittedly, her aura was unmatched.
That transcendent, otherworldly air made her seem like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.
Even now, as she sat stiffly on the sofa with Shen Muxuan watching a melodrama, her posture was rigidly proper.
An Yi yawned in boredom.
He couldn’t fathom how a woman who didn’t even know what a television was could enjoy cheesy romance dramas.
And wasn’t she supposed to despise men?
Knock knock!
"Coming!"
An Yi rubbed his eyes and opened the door.
Outside stood several men in tailored suits.
The leader checked the address repeatedly before asking, dumbfounded, "Are you Mr. An Yi?"
"Yeah. What do you want?"
An Yi replied impatiently.
The man was still baffled.
Who would’ve thought the tycoon who bought out their entire flagship store’s display collection lived in such a shabby apartment?
"Good day, Mr. An. We’re representatives from Senhuang Flagship Store—"
The man launched into a spiel about not judging a book by its cover.
Sure, this guy didn’t look wealthy, but he’d dropped half a million in one go!
"Just deliver the clothes and spare me the speech."
An Yi hauled in the staggering pile of boxes. "Muxuan, your clothes are here."
"Amazing! They arrived so fast!"
Shen Muxuan’s eyes sparkled at the mountain of packaging.
She tore open a box and gasped at the stylish knitwear inside. "I love this! It’s perfect for the season!"
Even a bottomless pit like her had a girly side.
Clothes were a rarity—her plain ancient-style robes were practically threadbare.
And the outfits An Yi usually picked for her? Questionable taste, to say the least.
Thankfully, her looks carried the fashion disasters.
Worst of all, the bras he bought were always the wrong size—way too tight!
Mu Qingyi eyed the lavish haul skeptically. "Where did you get the money for all this?"
An Yi scoffed. "Why wouldn’t I have money for clothes?"
"Wait, you’re actually rich?" Mu Qingyi asked, astonished.
Even Shen Muxuan stared at him expectantly.
However slow she was, even she realized:
The An Yi before her wasn’t the same guy who used to sneak bites of her stale mantou to stave off hunger.
An Yi clasped his hands behind his back smugly.
"I intended to live among you as an ordinary man, but all I got in return was distance. Fine, I’ll come clean—I’m a billionaire. No more lies."
"Really? Does that mean I can eat meat buns every day forever?"
Shen Muxuan bounced with excitement.
An Yi patted her head sympathetically. "Until you’re sick of them."
"Pfft. If you’re so loaded, why live in this dump? And your ‘iron box’ is way shabbier than others’."
Mu Qingyi snorted dismissively.
No way she’d believe this guy was wealthy.
Her disciple had suffered enough poverty in the mortal world—back in the immortal sect, she’d never known such hardship!
An Yi’s face darkened.
A mansion, luxury cars, a pool, bikini models—time to upgrade ASAP!
Otherwise, how could he flaunt his billionaire status?
Mu Qingyi watched Shen Muxuan gleefully sorting clothes and chided, "Muxuan, material possessions are vain distractions. Don’t indulge too much—"
"Master, look! This dress would suit you so well!"
Shen Muxuan held up a stylish gown delightedly.
"Oh? Let me see!"
---
Late at night, the world was quiet.
Fresh from a shower, An Yi collapsed onto his bed, aching all over.
A full day of fleeing and fighting had left him exhausted—only to return and deal with that haughty woman’s antics!
Knock knock knock!
He checked the time—1 AM.
Slipping on sandals, he headed to the door, muttering, "Muxuan, with your master here, it’s not a good time. Let’s hold off for a couple of—"
He opened the door and froze.
It wasn’t Shen Muxuan.
Standing outside was her master, Mu Qingyi.
An Yi’s brain short-circuited.
What the hell does she want at this hour?!
A glance at Mu Qingyi nearly made his nose bleed.
She wore a silky nightgown that clung to her voluptuous curves.
The plunging neckline revealed a tantalizing glimpse of snowy cleavage.
The scandalously short hem showcased her long, flawless legs.
Was it these very legs I held during the day?
Mu Qingyi gazed at him with a sultry look, her voice soft and inviting: "An Yi, aren’t you going to invite me in?"
A fire burned inside An Yi, leaving his throat parched.
Is this some kind of teacher-student roleplay?
No... this really shouldn’t happen.
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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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
