Master
An Yi had just opened his mouth when his mind went blank, choking back sobs as words failed him.
Facial cleanser!?
The sheer lethality of this was a bit too much!
Mu Qingyi's eyes glazed over in confusion!
What on earth was she doing?
No, she had to snap out of it.
Mu Qingyi clenched her teeth.
An Yi let out a pained howl.
Damn it all!
Why the hell are you biting me?!
Shen Muxuan, who had been sleeping soundly, rubbed her bleary eyes.
Where had the master beside her gone?
And why was An Yi screeching like a banshee?!
Moonlight spilled like water.
The room fell silent again.
An Yi touched the teeth marks on his body, wincing in pain.
No denying it—this woman, whether in temperament or dental strength, was terrifyingly formidable!
A row of bloody bite marks lined his shoulder, likely taking weeks to fade.
The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
An Yi couldn’t help but let his imagination wander.
Just a moment ago, Mu Qingyi had snapped back to her senses, preventing the situation from escalating further.
An Yi sighed deeply.
Thankfully, they’d pulled back from the brink—otherwise, he wouldn’t have known how to face Shen Muxuan.
Time to sleep. I’m dead tired!
Yawning, An Yi lay down, only to bolt upright again: Why the hell is the bedsheet damp?!
The next morning.
Before dawn, An Yi fled with the Celestial Star Grass in tow.
Home was no longer safe.
If Mu Qingyi realized he was the one behind this mess, she’d bash his skull in.
To spare Shen Muxuan from widowhood, his only option was to run.
Before leaving, he made sure to grab the potted plant.
This thing was his lifeline!
His fortune depended on this grass! What if Mu Qingyi trashed his place in a rage?!
Driving his beat-up taxi, An Yi whistled as he sped toward the An Corporation.
The blaring, ear-splitting pop music was pure torture.
An Yi felt nauseated: What the hell is this garbage?
He used to listen to these same songs—why did they sound so unbearable today?
Forced to endure, he switched to the radio for news updates.
"Shangguan Qianqian has amicably terminated her contract with Tianyu Media. Together with top agent Xie Yan, she has founded Yilan Media Co., Ltd., which officially launches today—"
Shangguan Qianqian?
An Yi paused at the entertainment news, momentarily surprised.
Then it hit him. He quickly checked his system.
Sure enough, the mission to establish an entertainment company had been completed—back at midnight.
And the reward? [Singer].
Being a real singer wasn’t just about humming a few tunes on Douyin—it came with actual standards.
At the very least, one needed to understand music theory, not to mention having original work.
Now that he’d acquired this professional skill, those plagiarized, formulaic pop songs were unbearable.
Buzz—
His phone vibrated. An Yi answered.
"Boss! Did you see the news? Did you? Qianqian-jie and I just launched the company!"
Nie Qinglan’s excited voice blasted through the phone, nearly rupturing his eardrums.
An Yi grinned. "Good job. So, funding’s all set?"
"Well…"
Nie Qinglan hesitated, then passed the phone to Shangguan Qianqian, whispering guiltily, "I’m not sure—let Qianqian-jie explain."
"Boss."
Shangguan Qianqian’s cool voice came through.
An Yi smiled. "Congrats on the launch. Any operational hurdles?"
Just a polite question—he knew he couldn’t actually help.
Starting an entertainment company had only been a temporary system mission.
"None for now. Operations are running smoothly."
Shangguan Qianqian spoke firmly.
The role of deputy sect leader was tricky, but this was the Asura Sect’s deputy leader—she had to prove her capability in managing sect affairs.
She understood clearly: overseeing Yilan Media was An Yi’s test for her.
What he wanted was results.
She had to deliver—otherwise, she wasn’t fit for the position.
Nie Qinglan took back the phone, chirping, "Boss! With Xie Yan-jie’s help, we poached a bunch of established stars and fresh talent!"
"One newcomer’s already making waves—her coconut milk ad went viral in just days!"
"We’re planning to dive into variety shows first, have these rookies join a competition—"
Listening to Nie Qinglan’s rapid-fire updates, An Yi chuckled.
Maybe this accidental venture could actually become an entertainment empire.
"Boss, how can we celebrate the company’s launch without you? When are you coming?"
Nie Qinglan’s voice suddenly dropped to a whisper.
"An Yi… I miss you."
An Yi jerked, slamming the brakes just in time for a red light.
He sighed. He was still a virgin, yet drowning in romantic entanglements!
No wonder players struggled—being a playboy wasn’t easy!
"So? Are you coming? We’re all waiting! You didn’t even pick up yesterday." Nie Qinglan pouted.
An Yi pondered. "I can’t make it to Yunzhou right now. My identity… it’s complicated."
Though he wasn’t famous, plenty in this world wanted him dead.
Entertainment companies were under constant public scrutiny. If Yilan Media took off, he’d be thrust into the spotlight.
And that was the last thing he wanted.
Silent wealth was the way to go.
Nie Qinglan sounded dejected. "Fine… Boss, visit when you can, okay?"
After hanging up, An Yi headed straight for An Corporation with the Celestial Star Grass.
Last month’s profits had been impressive.
But trends were fickle—without maintaining Jade Beauty Elixir’s hype, sales would crash.
Expansion was ongoing, and the Tiger Yang Pills had just launched. Lan Ruoxi was stretched thin.
With inventory running low, he needed to stockpile more "packaged mud" to avoid shortages.
The Celestial Star Grass grew in cycles.
An Yi harvested it periodically, storing the fresh batches in his dimensional storage.
Too bad there was only one plant.
If only it could flower and seed.
Outside Huachuang Tower—
Wang Yuan stood heartbroken before a girl with an internet-famous face.
"Babe… I saw how you labeled me in your contacts—‘Backup No. 8.’ Fine, whatever. But why is Uncle Liu ‘Backup No. 7’?!"
"The man’s seventy-five! He can’t even walk without… leaking! And you ranked me below him?! You’ve shattered me! Aaargh—"
Yu Baobao took a drag from her cigarette, unimpressed.
"Since you’ve figured it out, let’s break up."
"Wait—can’t I move up a spot? Just don’t leave me behind Uncle Liu!" Wang Yuan pleaded pitifully.
Yu Baobao scoffed. "Uncle Liu owns a 100-square-meter apartment. Do you? He gets welfare subsidies. Do you? He’ll die soon. Can you?"
Wang Yuan took a deep breath, fists clenched.
"Listen. I’m now an executive at An Corporation. My monthly salary is in the hundreds of thousands. Everything you want—I can give it to you."
"Executive? An Corporation? The one selling Jade Beauty Elixir for a million a bottle? You’re delusional!"
Yu Baobao scoffed, "A monthly salary of hundreds of thousands? Then where’s your money? Dressed in cheap rags!"
Wang Yuan awkwardly replied, "I just started this job—my first paycheck won’t come until next month."
"Pfft! What a load of crap!"
Yu Baobao rolled her eyes. She’d rather spend time entertaining some cheerful old man than waste another second on this lying loser.
Though preferably, one who didn’t have the runs.
"I can prove everything he said is true!"
Just then, a beat-up taxi screeched to a halt.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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."
