An Yi held his breath.
Feeling the astonishing softness in his hand, his heart pounded wildly.
But his body grew colder, as if he could already foresee himself turning into a corpse.
It's fine, don't scare yourself.
Maybe the woman was already asleep.
Seeing no movement for a while, An Yi let out a sigh of relief.
Who would’ve thought this woman had such an amazing figure?
Perky!
Voluptuous!
No wonder the system rated her a nine.
Looks alone aren’t enough!
"Had enough groping?"
A cold voice rang out.
An Yi quickly withdrew his hand, shivering. "Y-you’re still awake?"
Mu Qingyi turned around, facing him directly, and said calmly, "No."
An Yi:
Boom!
A massive hole exploded through the wall of the rundown apartment building.
The eastern sky had just begun to lighten with the faint glow of dawn, while the west remained shrouded in dark blue clouds, the silver crescent moon flickering in and out of sight.
A tall, youthful figure leaped up, landing unsteadily on the edge of another building.
Looking at the destroyed room, An Yi finally exhaled in relief.
Whoosh!
A sword shot toward him like a streak of light.
A chill ran down An Yi’s spine as he stepped back, effortlessly dodging the flying blade.
"Seems the Immortal Sects aren’t all that impressive. Their techniques are worse than my hidden weapons," An Yi thought disdainfully.
Then, danger struck again.
Instinctively, he turned around—his pupils contracting sharply.
The sword had curved back toward him!
Even worse, it split into two, then four, then eight…
In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with a storm of blades!
"Holy shit!"
Sweat beaded on An Yi’s forehead as he kicked off the rooftop, launching himself into the air.
The countless sword shadows swept toward him like a tidal wave!
"Damn it, woman!
So what if I squeezed a little?
Was this really necessary?!
Last night, you coiled around my waist and soaked my sheets—did I complain?"
An Yi cursed inwardly.
A swirling mass of energy gathered in his palm and collided with the incoming blades.
Below, Mu Qingyi was adjusting the skewed strap of her nightgown when she noticed this, her beautiful eyes widening.
"Qi Manipulation?!
This brat knows it too?!"
In an instant, Mu Qingyi trembled with fury.
"Those bastards from the Qi Manipulation Sect—they’re targeting our Azure Phoenix Pavilion on purpose!"
"Rain of Blades!"
Mu Qingyi gritted her teeth and uttered the command.
Suddenly!
The countless sword shadows transformed into sharp arrows, raining down on An Yi as he leaped off the building.
"If I don’t dodge this, I’ll be turned into a sieve!"
An Yi’s mind was eerily calm. Without hesitation, his black ring morphed into a dark sword, which he held in a drawing stance.
His body was still falling, yet he remained motionless.
His black eyes were terrifyingly composed.
Mu Qingyi, having unleashed her attack, grew anxious when she saw An Yi not moving.
"Is this idiot not going to dodge?!"
An Yi took a deep breath, gripping the black sword as a powerful surge of energy enveloped him, converging onto the blade.
"Third Form of the Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords—Storm of Chaos!"
The Dragonfang Demonic Sword slashed out.
The blade transformed into a tempest of sword energy!
The overwhelming force even sealed off a vast portion of the sky!
Indiscriminate destruction!
Mu Qingyi’s blade storm was completely obliterated by the raging winds of the Third Form.
An Yi landed gracefully on one knee, sheathing his sword with a flourish.
The pose was ridiculously cool.
A single sword wobbled midair before clattering to the ground.
Mu Qingyi was stunned.
Though she hadn’t gone all out, her Rain of Blades had been effortlessly countered by this brat?!
"Master, An Yi, it’s not even dawn yet. What are you two doing?"
Shen Muxuan rubbed her sleepy eyes as she stepped outside.
Seeing her, An Yi’s previously arrogant expression instantly turned pitiful. "Muxuan, your master—"
"Nothing. Just testing this brat’s skills. He’s improved a lot."
Mu Qingyi cut him off before he could tattle, flashing an approving smile as if she’d genuinely been instructing him.
Shen Muxuan yawned. "You guys are way too loud. Holy—!"
Noticing the massive hole in the apartment, her drowsy mind snapped awake.
An Yi’s room was practically gone—half the wall had been blown open!
The entire building was now a hazard!
"W-what the—you two—"
Shen Muxuan was speechless.
"We got a little carried away. It was an accident," Mu Qingyi said sheepishly.
An Yi hopped back up through the gap, about to speak, but Mu Qingyi’s murderous glare shut him up.
No matter how angry she was, what had just happened between them had to stay buried—especially from Shen Muxuan.
It almost felt like she’d done something unforgivable to her own disciple.
"But… our home is gone…"
Shen Muxuan’s eyes welled up as she stared at the wreckage.
For half a year, this tiny place had held so many memories.
"Don’t worry. We’ll find a new home. What matters is that we’re all safe."
An Yi gently pulled her into a hug, whispering, "We’ve got money now. I’ll take you to live in a villa—haven’t you always wanted to stay in one of those big houses from TV dramas? Today’s the day."
Watching Shen Muxuan’s tears turn into a smile under An Yi’s coaxing, Mu Qingyi sighed inwardly.
Was this girl really that easy to please?
Seeing An Yi’s sincere, gentle expression, Mu Qingyi reconsidered.
Maybe she’d been too quick to judge.
Perhaps this guy was actually a loyal, decent man.
"Hey, An Yi! I heard our place got demolished—is it true?"
"Aunt Zhou! Yeah, it’s gone."
"Oh my god, finally! I knew this day would come! I’ve been holding onto this dump for decades, just waiting for it to be torn down—"
Aunt Zhou was practically vibrating with excitement before composing herself. "Who did it? Why wasn’t I notified?"
An Yi coughed. "I did."
Aunt Zhou: "…"
Upon hearing the news, Aunt Zhou rushed back from her friend’s place.
The sight of the blown-out second floor left her speechless.
"Can’t fight fate, Aunt Zhou. My condolences," An Yi said sympathetically.
Then Aunt Zhou grabbed his cheeks and squeezed.
"You little rascal! Two years of unpaid rent, raiding my supermarket whenever you’re broke—I put up with all that, but now you’ve demolished my house?! Unbelievable!"
Aunt Zhou trembled with rage. "What did I do to deserve such a curse?!"
"Aunt Zhou, I’ll buy you a villa—"
An Yi mumbled through pinched cheeks.
Aunt Zhou scoffed.
"A villa?
Keep dreaming!"
An Yi pulled out a car key and pressed it.
A Lamborghini nearby beeped in response.
Aunt Zhou froze.
She’d noticed the luxury car earlier and wondered who owned it.
Turns out, it was An Yi’s?!
Had this kid actually struck gold?
"Come on, Aunt Zhou. Let’s go."
An Yi opened the Lamborghini’s door with a smile.
Aunt Zhou practically skipped over. "Oh my, I always knew you were my lucky star! The fortune-teller said I’d be blessed—serves me right for saving your sorry hide back then—"
"Aunt Zhou!"
Shen Muxuan emerged, waving cheerfully.
Beside her, Mu Qingyi smiled faintly.
Aunt Zhou took a suspicious step back, pulling An Yi aside by the hand and asking, "What's going on here? Another girlfriend of yours?"
"Another?"
Mu Qingyi narrowed her eyes, a murderous glint flashing in them!
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.
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."
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.”
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
