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!"
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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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ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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!
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?!
