"Right this way, President An, please come inside."
Faced with his daughter's questioning, Qin Zhengwei decisively changed the subject and invited An Yi into the house.
An Yi smiled warmly and gestured. "After you, President Qin."
This was how wealthy people communicated—not by yelling "you little brat" the moment they met. How uncouth!
Qin Zhengwei chuckled dryly.
Damn it, this brat really knows how to put on airs.
But in this money-driven society, there was no helping it.
An Yi wasn’t the same small-time punk he used to be.
At the last birthday banquet, this kid had been nothing more than a broke moocher trying to borrow money under the guise of a free meal.
Who could’ve imagined that in just two months, he’d built his own company—one that was on track to become the top cosmetics brand in the country?
In terms of wealth, he might have already surpassed Qin Zhengwei himself.
The older man sighed inwardly.
A young, self-made entrepreneur worth hundreds of millions.
Given the circumstances, An Yi pursuing Qin Yao wasn’t such a mismatch anymore.
Now that he thought about it, this kid wasn’t just handsome—he was loaded. Twice as loaded.
Maybe letting him be with his daughter wasn’t such a bad idea.
But then again, Lin Chen was the more outstanding choice.
After all, he was the son of the former Netherworld Sect’s leader—he might even inherit the title one day.
If the two really hit it off and married Qin Yao…
Would that mean he could see her again?
"Uh, President Qin?"
An Yi waved a hand in front of Qin Zhengwei’s face.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Qin Zhengwei forced a smile. "Please, come in."
Qin Yao grabbed An Yi’s arm, but after catching Lin Chen’s murderous glare, she quickly let go and stuck her tongue out at him in secret.
"Dad, what’s your relationship with that pretty lady?" Qin Yao asked curiously.
Over the years, Qin Zhengwei had remained single and never fooled around.
But if her father really had feelings for someone, she wouldn’t stand in his way.
Lin Chen was just as curious.
In his memory, his aunt Lin Mei'er rarely lost her temper like that.
"Ahem, we’re not that close," Qin Zhengwei deflected, then strategically shifted the topic back to An Yi. "So, An Yi, your company’s been all over the business news lately. Everyone’s calling you a financial prodigy, born for this industry."
Leaning back with his legs crossed, An Yi waved a hand modestly. "Eh, just scraping by. Only a few hundred million in revenue each month—still small-time. I just threw it together on a whim, really."
"But there’s one thing you got wrong. I don’t consider myself a financial prodigy."
He smirked.
"I’m a business genius."
After all, not just anyone could build an empire like his in two months. "Oh, and I recently started an entertainment company—Yilan Media, I think it’s called."
Qin Zhengwei’s face darkened.
I shouldn’t have brought this up.
Let’s just go back to talking about Lin Mei'er.
Originally, he’d hoped to get a piece of the pie by investing in An Yi’s company.
Especially since the "Jade Beauty Elixir" had taken the market by storm.
The product’s success was practically an apocalypse for the beauty industry.
Even the outrageously priced "Golden Vial" edition—a million bucks a pop—was selling out instantly.
But now? No chance. This bastard was swimming in cash.
Even if Qin Zhengwei poured his entire fortune into it, An Yi might not even bat an eye.
"An Yi, you’re amazing!" Qin Yao beamed at him.
Her father was a snob. Now that An Yi was this successful, surely he couldn’t look down on him anymore!
Noticing his daughter’s expression, Qin Zhengwei cleared his throat pointedly.
Qin Yao glared back defiantly.
With a resigned sigh, Qin Zhengwei let it go.
Ideally, he’d love for Qin Yao and Lin Chen to end up together.
But if she wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t force it.
Love was a matter of fate, after all.
Uncle Fu hesitated several times, holding back his words.
Even though this smug little punk An Yi wasn’t the best match for their young miss, he knew they had to play along for now.
Most importantly—they could not let Qin Zhengwei keep pushing Qin Yao and Lin Chen together!
If that actually worked out, the heavens would strike them down for it!
By the time An Yi left the Qin residence, it was already late at night.
He drove his Lamborghini in slow circles around the block, soaking in the envious stares from passersby.
But after a few laps, it started to feel ridiculous.
For the first time, he had no idea where to go.
Back to Lan Ruoxi? Not a good idea.
Home? He didn’t dare.
Who knew if that woman had cooled off yet?
After what happened with Mu Xuan’s master… things were beyond awkward.
Best to avoid facing her if possible.
"Whatever. I’ll just sleep in the car."
Stretching out in the seat, An Yi scrolled through the latest updates on the Martial Alliance app.
"Crocodile Gang leader seizes Hongtian Secret Realm token—found dead at sect entrance at 10 PM, body hacked to pieces. Token whereabouts unknown!"
"Qinglong, leader of the Enforcement Bureau’s Four Saints, slays evil cultivator Luo Sihai. Currently holds three tokens."
"Qingshan Sect’s Zhou Qingyun and Frostblade Sect’s Xiao Heng to duel at Broken Intestine Cliff, with a Hongtian token as the prize!"
News about the Hongtian Secret Realm tokens flooded the feed, leaving An Yi stunned.
He never imagined a single token could cause such chaos.
The Martial Alliance’s entire news section was dominated by Hongtian token updates!
No wonder so many people were after the two tokens he had.
Without the strength to back it up, owning these things was more trouble than it was worth.
An Yi searched for more information about the Hongtian Secret Realm, deep in thought.
The current landscape of the martial world was heavily influenced by the last time the realm opened.
Many newly risen sects owed their success to it.
If there really were treasures there to boost his strength, he had to go.
In just six months, he’d gone from struggling against low-level martial artists to holding his own against top-tier experts.
His growth was already terrifying by normal standards.
But for An Yi? It still wasn’t enough.
The enemies waiting in the Ancient Continent wouldn’t be so easy to deal with.
Rubbing his temples, An Yi felt exhaustion creeping in.
Luxury cars were great for showing off, but terrible for sleeping. And forget about any "car activities."
"Screw that meditation technique. Never using it again!"
"Find me a hotel. Five-star only." He pulled up a map of nearby options.
Now that he was worth hundreds of millions, he’d never actually indulged in a high-end hotel stay.
Then, spotting a saved location labeled "Happy Family," he suddenly remembered something.
Quickly, he dialed Shangguan Qianqian’s number.
The call connected, and a sleepy voice answered. "Calling me this late… what is it?"
"I’m coming over to your place later," An Yi said bluntly.
As a reincarnator, this woman knew far more than she let on.
Like why she’d told him to spare Han Liang’s life.
Or what secrets the Hongtian Secret Realm truly held.
She’d lived through it all before.
Shangguan Qianqian fell silent for a long moment before finally responding, her voice cool but resigned.
"Fine."
An Yi spun the wheel, and the Lamborghini streaked through the streets like a comet, racing toward Yunzhou City.
There's no denying that luxury cars are expensive for a reason.
At the very least, their speed is something no taxi could ever match.
In just half an hour, An Yi had already arrived at the gates of Shangguan Qianqian's villa.
Inside a parked van below, a yawning paparazzo perked up instantly when he spotted the owner of a Lamborghini heading into Shangguan Qianqian's residence.
He always knew—the early bird catches the worm, but the night owl gets the juiciest scoop!
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!
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!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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.
