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.
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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!
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
