Staring at the stunningly beautiful and sophisticated woman before him, An Yi kept a stern expression.
This woman was none other than Shen Muxuan’s master!
Dressed like this in the middle of the night, barging into a young man’s room—did she have no sense of propriety?
Utterly shameless!
But An Yi believed Mu Qingyi must have had something important to discuss if she was willing to seek him out at such an hour.
So, he pulled the door open, bowed slightly, and gestured with gentlemanly courtesy. "Master, please come in."
Mu Qingyi swayed gracefully into the room, her alluring figure impossible to ignore.
An Yi stole a few glances before forcing himself to look away, afraid of any… unintended reactions.
The outfit hugged her curves perfectly. Mu Qingyi was already a solid 9/10, but dressed like this, her feminine charm was on full display.
Once inside, she glanced around the room and remarked coolly, "How… modest."
A vein pulsed on An Yi’s forehead.
Maybe he should just kick her out.
"What’s that iron box on the wall?" Mu Qingyi asked curiously.
An Yi explained, "It’s an air conditioner. It blows cold air in the summer."
Mu Qingyi raised an eyebrow. "Then why doesn’t my disciple have one?"
An Yi:
Because your disciple hasn’t slept in her own room all summer!
Not wanting to elaborate, An Yi smoothly changed the subject. "Master, surely you didn’t come to your disciple’s boyfriend’s room in the middle of the night just to argue about air conditioners?"
"No, I just wanted to look around."
Mu Qingyi’s gaze landed on a potted plant by the windowsill. "What’s this?"
An Yi rolled his eyes. "Food."
Without hesitation, Mu Qingyi plucked a leaf and tasted it, only to grimace. "Bitter and spicy. Worse than chives."
An Yi:
Suddenly, panic set in. That was Celestial Star Grass!
Its most basic effect was as an aphrodisiac.
Swallowing hard, he quickly pushed Mu Qingyi toward the door. "Master, it’s late. It’s not proper for a man and woman to be alone together like this."
Mu Qingyi scoffed. "Oh? What’s improper about it?"
She stopped, turning to face him with a teasing smirk. "A clear conscience fears no accusations. Unless… you have some thoughts about me?"
"Impossible! You’re Muxuan’s master! I, An Yi, am not some depraved beast!"
He waved his hands emphatically, his expression unwavering.
Mu Qingyi’s lips curled into a bewitching smile. "Not even tempted? Unlike the mortal world, in our immortal sect, polygamy is permitted."
The sight of her like this made An Yi’s throat go dry.
A celestial beauty descending to earth, now a siren sent to tempt him.
How could a virgin like him resist such allure?
Just imagining Mu Qingyi and Shen Muxuan—two women of completely different styles—serving him together made his blood boil.
Taking a deep breath, An Yi suppressed his sinful thoughts and said solemnly, "Master, please behave yourself."
Seeing the steadiness in his eyes, Mu Qingyi smiled faintly, adjusting her sheer nightgown to cover more of her snow-white skin. In an instant, she regained her ethereal, untouchable aura.
"Congratulations. You passed the test," she said lightly.
She had used a bit of charm magic earlier, yet this kid had stubbornly resisted.
"What test?" An Yi feigned ignorance.
Damn this woman!
He knew there had to be a catch when she showed up dressed like this in the middle of the night!
But he never expected her to go this far—using herself as bait to expose him!
What kind of master would do something like this?!
Mu Qingyi patted his head gently, her smile warm. "You should be grateful for your self-control. If Muxuan hadn’t still been pure when we met, your head would’ve been crushed by now."
An Yi, who had been playing the obedient disciple, instantly darkened.
"Fcking—"
"Alright, time for business."
Mu Qingyi’s expression turned serious.
An Yi straightened up.
Business?
The kind of business he was imagining?
"Get on the bed first."
Mu Qingyi sat cross-legged on the mattress, her tone firm.
Thump!
An Yi’s heart pounded nervously.
He knew this was wrong, but he didn’t dare disobey.
After all, she was way stronger than him. If he couldn’t fight her, he had no choice but to comply.
Mu Qingyi commanded, "Take off your clothes."
Rip!
An Yi eagerly tore off his white sleep shirt, shredding it into pieces and revealing his toned, well-defined muscles.
Just as he was about to yank off his boxers, Mu Qingyi frowned and stopped him. "Enough! That’s enough!"
"That’s it?"
Before An Yi could question further, Mu Qingyi placed her delicate hand on his chest, her fingers tracing his muscles as she closed her eyes.
"Master, what are you—"
"Quiet!"
Mu Qingyi’s brows furrowed slightly as she focused on his heartbeat.
After a long moment, she opened her eyes and said seriously, "Muxuan told me you wouldn’t live past this year. But your vitality feels unusually strong."
The reason Mu Qingyi had come to An Yi’s room tonight was because Shen Muxuan had begged her to help solve his lifespan issue.
Ever since An Yi gained the ability to "top up" his lifespan, his once-clear mortality had become an enigma to others.
Now, after careful examination, Mu Qingyi realized his lifespan was unstable—bizarrely so.
An Yi coughed awkwardly and played dumb. "I… don’t know either."
The first thing he’d done after making money was buy more time!
Obviously!
No amount of wealth mattered if he wasn’t alive to spend it.
But at 100,000 a day, with his company still in its early stages, he couldn’t pour all his funds into extending his life.
So he’d only topped up a few hundred million—enough to secure about ten more years.
"Let me check again."
Mu Qingyi’s hand trembled slightly.
For some reason, she felt… warm.
But reason held her back.
If this kid saw her body, her purity would be ruined!
He was her disciple’s man, yet he was so damn handsome!
That once-sly, roguish face now looked chiseled and striking, with sharp brows and starry eyes.
His tall frame, perfectly proportioned muscles, and those eight-pack abs—
Mu Qingyi’s hand drifted toward his cheek.
"Master?"
An Yi sensed something was off, cold sweat forming on his brow.
He was terrified!
Others might not know, but he did—
This was definitely the Celestial Star Grass’s doing!
Even he wouldn’t dare consume it raw.
This thing could turn a eunuch into a raging bull.
Last time, he’d had to exhaust himself watching hundreds of movies and wearing out both hands just to suppress its effects.
His call of "Master" seemed to snap Mu Qingyi out of it—but only for a second.
Then, her gaze turned sultry, locking onto him.
An Yi’s face darkened.
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.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
