In other words, this guy has other women besides his own disciple!
No doubt about it!
This guy is handsome and rich!
In the secular world, he’s the kind of spoiled playboy! A good-for-nothing heir!
Shen Muxuan is naive and innocent, inexperienced in the ways of the world, utterly clueless!
She’d be easily fooled by any man she meets.
And what’s worse, she even sacrificed her lifespan for him!!
Feeling the overwhelming killing intent radiating from Mu Qingyi,
An Yi felt like he was doomed again.
But at this point, he was used to trouble.
Worst case, he’d just fight this woman one more time.
Aunt Zhou sized up Mu Qingyi and nodded approvingly.
What a stunning beauty!
Her looks were on par with Shen Muxuan’s.
Dressed in an elegant, mature gray floral dress set, her noble attire couldn’t hide her ethereal, serene aura.
Upon closer inspection, she exuded an indescribable transcendent charm, like a celestial being who had descended to the mortal world.
What a waste for her to be paired with a scoundrel like An Yi.
"She’s Muxuan’s elder sister, Aunt Zhou, don’t say nonsense," An Yi coughed awkwardly.
Aunt Zhou gave him a skeptical look. "Elder sister? Who are you trying to fool? They don’t look alike at all."
In her eyes, this was just another case of An Yi fooling around.
"Cousin sister, cousin sister! Aunt Zhou, why do you care so much?" An Yi said helplessly.
He didn’t want this woman stirring up gossip!
Especially since she was the one who had wrecked his house!
Mu Qingyi spoke softly, "I am Mu Qingyi. Thank you for taking care of Muxuan all this time."
"Not at all, not at all! Muxuan is very diligent, though her math skills are a bit… Tsk tsk, young lady, you look like a true noblewoman, such grace—"
Aunt Zhou praised outwardly, but inwardly, she was smug.
Hah! "Cousin sister"?
Since when do cousins have different surnames?
As expected, money corrupts men!
Thinking this, Aunt Zhou sat in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini and sighed emotionally. "Xiao Yi, this car must’ve cost hundreds of thousands, right?" she asked curiously, eyeing the scissor doors.
An Yi waved his hand dismissively. "Not much, just over 50 million."
Aunt Zhou: "..."
She was stunned. Completely stunned!
Fifty million!
In an instant, An Yi’s face—which she had always found a bit annoying—suddenly seemed dashingly handsome, as if he had transformed into a completely different person!
Was this the so-called "aura of wealth"?
Truth be told, saying the car cost 50 million was an understatement.
It was a special model Lan Ruoxi had acquired through exclusive channels, and its market value had already skyrocketed to over 100 million.
There were only about a dozen in the world, but if you gathered all the male protagonists from urban web novels, they could probably assemble a thousand of them.
They headed straight to the real estate office.
The moment An Yi arrived, he was greeted with unprecedented VIP treatment.
The general manager personally came out to welcome him, his usually stern face now beaming with smiles.
A crowd of salespeople swarmed around him, addressing him as "Mr. An" and attending to his every need.
One particularly attractive saleswoman kept lowering her neckline further and further, practically offering herself to him.
Aunt Zhou, who had initially been nervous, gradually relaxed.
Now, she scrutinized the luxury villas—properties she would never have dared to consider before—with a critical eye.
The sales staff competed eagerly to introduce options to her.
No arrogance.
No humiliation.
No troublemaking rich heirs in sight.
The lack of conflict made An Yi feel strangely unsettled.
Ah, the life of the wealthy—so simple, unpretentious, and dull.
But money wasn’t everything. Once you had it, you’d realize you’d lost many things—like worries!
Driven by wealth,
a villa worth over 25 million was finalized within days.
A fully furnished luxury home,
complete with a private garden, swimming pool, and a lavish terrace—every corner reeked of the gaudy scent of money.
"Is… is this really going to be our home?" Shen Muxuan asked, her heart racing as she gazed at the exquisite villa.
All her nostalgia, reluctance, and grievances about their tiny rented apartment vanished instantly under the visual impact of this mansion.
"Nothing special. Any random hill in Qingyuan Pavilion could fit seven or eight of these," Mu Qingyi remarked inwardly, though her tone was dripping with disdain.
"Let’s go in. The interior’s mostly done," An Yi said, ignoring her, and gestured for them to enter.
Shen Muxuan happily clung to An Yi’s arm as they stepped through the grand entrance.
"What’s this room for?" she asked, eyeing the construction materials and equipment in the basement.
An Yi answered seriously, "The Hongtian Secret Realm is about to open. I need to focus on training now."
As the saying goes, last-minute practice may not guarantee success, but it beats panicking!
After days of leisure, with the secret realm’s opening imminent, he finally remembered he had to prepare.
Shen Muxuan walked alongside him quietly, strolling from the garden to the main hall.
After a long silence, she whispered timidly, "An Yi… the secret realm is dangerous. Can’t you… not go?"
She had heard about the Hongtian Secret Realm.
A hundred years ago, out of 500 entrants, over 400 had died inside.
She couldn’t bear the thought of An Yi diving into such peril.
An Yi chuckled softly. "Don’t worry, I’ll be fine."
Fortune favors the bold—he had his reasons for going.
Shen Muxuan stared at him intently, her eyes brimming with reluctance.
"What’s wrong? You’ve been acting strange these past few days," An Yi asked curiously, sinking into the plush sofa.
Shen Muxuan didn’t answer. Instead, she climbed onto his lap, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him.
Caught off guard but responding earnestly, An Yi held her soft figure close.
After a long moment, she finally pulled away and murmured, "An Yi… actually, Yaoyao is a really good girl..."
An Yi: "…?"
What was this about all of a sudden?
Had she found out about his other relationships?
No way—this girl wasn’t sharp enough for that.
Shen Muxuan continued gently, "Yaoyao has always liked you. I know. You mustn’t let her down."
"She’s beautiful, comes from a good family, has money, is talented… and most importantly, she truly cares for you."
"Wait, silly girl, what exactly are you trying to say?" An Yi asked, baffled.
"N-nothing!" Shen Muxuan’s eyes reddened slightly as she sniffled. "If not her, then… then there’s Master. She may seem cold, but she’s really kind."
"She’s an orphan, never knew her parents, grew up in Qingyuan Pavilion, and barely interacted with men. She’s wary of them."
"But I think… if it were you, you could change her mind. After all, you’re the best man in the world."
"Sure, she’s ten years older, but age is just a number. Look at Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü—they had a big age gap but ended up happy together."
"Master was raised in the immortal sects, where men can have multiple wives. She doesn’t hold to the secular world’s one-wife rule…"
This sudden speech left An Yi utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell…?
What was this girl plotting?
Shen Muxuan’s eyes were watery.
In this world, the two people she cherished most were An Yi and her master.
If one day she was gone…
An Yi would be fine—he was a playboy anyway. But her master might spend the rest of her life alone.
If the two of them could be together, she could rest easy.
As An Yi stepped out of the villa, he still looked like he’d been struck by lightning.
Mu Qingyi watched him approach and asked suspiciously, "What did Muxuan say to you?"
An Yi looked up at her with a strange expression and said, "She told me to hit on you."
Mu Qingyi:
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
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)
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!
