Damn, a Lamborghini Veneno! This luxury car is one of the rarest in the world. I knew it—how many of these celebrities are actually clean? All glamorous on the surface, but who knows what shady stuff they’re doing behind the scenes?
The paparazzo muttered curses under his breath while secretly capturing the car’s full profile with his camera. He knew full well that exposing this tonight would skyrocket his fame.
The pure and innocent image of Shangguan Qianqian was about to crumble!
If she didn’t cough up a few million, he’d make sure her reputation was ruined!
"She’s coming out, she’s coming out!"
The paparazzo zoomed in as a strikingly handsome young man stepped out from the driver’s seat of the luxury car.
Tsk tsk, a fresh-faced pretty boy, huh? No wonder the pure maiden’s heart was swayed!
Grinning lewdly, the paparazzo adjusted his lens, ready to get a clear shot of An Yi’s face.
But then, spiderweb cracks appeared in the camera’s viewfinder before the screen went completely black.
"What the hell? Broken?"
Curious, the paparazzo pulled the camera back to check—and instantly broke out in a cold sweat, his back drenched.
A foot-long steel needle had pierced straight through the camera, stopping just an inch from his eyeball.
"Holy—holy shit!"
Terrified, the paparazzo collapsed onto the ground, his legs giving out.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang.
Shangguan Qianqian, wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door.
"Ahem, well… I’m here," An Yi greeted, his eyes involuntarily wandering over her figure.
Even in the loose white robe, her alluring curves were impossible to hide—slender, graceful, and utterly tantalizing.
Her jet-black hair was still slightly damp, clearly fresh from a shower.
Wait—shower?
An Yi caught the inconsistency.
When she called earlier, hadn’t she sounded half-asleep?
So why was she showering now?
"Come in," Shangguan Qianqian said coolly, her demeanor as composed as ever.
Watching her seductive retreating figure, An Yi fell into thought.
But as a righteous gentleman, he could resist temptation.
Clearing his throat, he said, "Actually, tonight I—"
Shangguan Qianqian cut him off with a frosty glance. "I know."
Damn, she really could predict everything. Being a reincarnator was just unfair!
An Yi sighed inwardly—though he’d never admit he was jealous.
Just then, Shangguan Qianqian drew the curtains and untied her bathrobe.
The white fabric slid to the floor, revealing her snow-white, exquisitely proportioned body.
And to make things worse, she was wearing his favorite black lingerie set!
"W-wait, what are you doing?" An Yi stammered, his pulse racing.
Shangguan Qianqian arched a brow. "Then why did you come to see me in the middle of the night?"
"N-no, I’m not that kind of guy!"
He swallowed hard, trying—and failing—to tear his gaze away.
On Weibo, Shangguan Qianqian had always ranked #1 in beauty among all celebrities—a title voted fairly by millions.
In both figure and face, she was every man’s ultimate fantasy.
And now, the goddess worshipped by countless fans stood before him in nothing but black lace.
What man could resist?
Shangguan Qianqian said calmly, "Then I’ll put it back on."
The robe once again concealed her delicate form.
An Yi exhaled in relief.
Even though he was juggling multiple relationships, he still felt a pang of guilt.
He couldn’t keep betraying Mu Xuan, Ruo Xi, Qin Yao, and the others.
Thinking about it, he really had it rough.
In just one day, he’d gone from Shen Muxuan and Mu Qingyi to Lan Ruoxi’s company, then to the Qin Family to see Lin Mei'er and Qin Yao, and now, in the dead of night, he was at Shangguan Qianqian’s villa.
Managing all these threads was exhausting—didn’t anyone care how tired he was?
"Speak. If not for that, why are you here?" Shangguan Qianqian poured herself a glass of red wine and took a slow sip.
An Yi straightened up. "Earlier, you called and asked me to spare Han Liang?"
"Yes. You can’t kill him," she replied, swirling the wine.
"Reason?"
An Yi sat across from her, crossing his legs.
Shangguan Qianqian hesitated before answering, "Because he might be the key to destroying the Blood Fiend Sect."
"The young master destroying his own sect?"
An Yi sensed something off.
Shangguan Qianqian’s gaze grew distant as she swirled her glass.
In her past life, An Yi had slain Han Xi, a top-ranked martial artist, and crippled Han Liang, the young master.
Enraged, the Blood Fiend Sect’s leader, Han Tian, vowed to personally execute An Yi.
But that battle spiraled out of control.
The Law Enforcement Bureau, the Underworld, the Dao Alliance, the Heavenly Dragon Temple, the Hundred Ghosts Sect, the Tang Family, the Qi Control Sect—even the Pantheon—all got dragged in.
An Yi’s company was destroyed.
Innocent employees were slaughtered in the crossfire.
With silver hair and crimson eyes, An Yi, like the King of Hell himself, led the Asura Gate in a bloody assault on the Blood Fiend Sect.
But the Asura Gate was still too young. They failed to conquer the sect and suffered heavy losses.
Still, they dealt a devastating blow—Han Tian was left critically wounded, hovering near death for years.
To survive, he turned to a forbidden technique, using countless women to sustain himself.
And that was why, later, the Joyous Sect offered Shangguan Qianqian to Han Tian as a tribute to gain favor.
Rather than submit, she chose death—only to be reborn.
But if An Yi never attacked in the first place, everything might have changed.
As for sparing Han Liang?
In her past life, Han Liang had attempted to assassinate his own father—though his crippled body failed him.
The motive remained unknown.
But an enemy of an enemy could be an ally. Han Liang might still be useful.
An Yi frowned. "So what’s next?"
Shangguan Qianqian drained her glass. "I don’t know. I just want you to make a decision you won’t regret. The timeline has shifted—I can’t predict what comes next."
"Tch. So you’re saying you don’t know if this change is for better or worse?" An Yi smirked.
"Exactly."
Shangguan Qianqian met his gaze. "I need one of the Hongtian Secret Realm tokens."
"How would I have something like that?" An Yi lied reflexively.
Shangguan Qianqian stared. "You have two. I’m a reincarnator—you can’t fool me."
An Yi: "..."
"That token is priceless. People are killing each other just to get one, and you expect me to hand it over?"
An Yi grinned. "Even if you’re technically my employee, this isn’t how ‘benefits’ work."
Shangguan Qianqian’s voice turned serious. "I’ll give you something far more valuable in return."
"Oh?" An Yi’s interest was piqued.
Shangguan Qianqian untied her robe again, her cool gaze unwavering.
"I’m the Joyous Sect’s Holy Maiden—a peerless cultivation vessel. If you take my purity, your strength will skyrocket. You might even break through to the legendary Void Realm."
An Yi’s throat went dry. "T-that’s not appropriate. I didn’t come here for this!"
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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.
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.”
