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!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
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.
