What the hell is the Heavenly Yin Meridian all about?!
An Yi gritted his teeth and asked coldly.
Hongtian, who had fallen to the ground, seemed intimidated by An Yi’s imposing aura and stammered, "I-it’s just a short-lived meridian."
Noticing An Yi’s murderous gaze, Hongtian quickly composed himself and explained, "The Heavenly Yin Meridian is a variant of the Ice Meridian, which itself is a mutation of Water-type spiritual energy among the nine elemental forces.
Since it’s an anomalous meridian, it doesn’t fit well in this world governed by the nine elements. Cultivating with it is extremely difficult, and those who possess it usually don’t live long.
The Heavenly Yin Meridian is the most powerful Ice Meridian, but having it almost guarantees a short lifespan.
Those born with it have an exceptionally strong affinity for Ice spiritual energy. But because Ice spiritual energy is extremely scarce in this world, using it accelerates the depletion of one’s lifespan."
An Yi fell into deep thought before asking, "Then what does it mean when red lines appear on the arm?"
Hongtian looked puzzled. "That’s a sign of tapping into the Heavenly Yin Meridian’s power—it speeds up the shortening of one’s lifespan. Wait, how do you know so much? Does a friend of yours have this meridian?"
An Yi’s darkened expression was answer enough.
He closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down.
Hongtian mused, "There might be other solutions… but it’s best if she doesn’t stay in this world. The spiritual energy here is too thin. Normally, those with the Heavenly Yin Meridian live until about twenty."
An Yi shut his eyes again, deep in thought. "Is there any way to alleviate the effects of the Heavenly Yin Meridian?"
"The spiritual energy in this world is just too sparse.
Perhaps returning to the Immortal Sect’s minor realm would be best for Shen Muxuan."
Hongtian sighed. "In the final year, those with the Heavenly Yin Meridian gradually lose mobility—starting from the feet, slowly spreading upward. Once it reaches the heart and robs it of vitality, death follows."
"So, before that happens, there’s still time?"
An Yi seized the key point and pressed for an answer.
Before entering the Hongtian Secret Realm, Shen Muxuan had shown no symptoms.
Seeing An Yi’s agitation, Hongtian hesitated.
He wanted to shake his head but feared An Yi might kick over his dog bowl, so he nodded instead. "Yeah, you’re right."
An Yi exhaled in relief.
Shen Muxuan was eighteen—there was still over a year left. There was time.
Besides, the Immortal Sect’s minor realm was a mysterious place.
Perhaps a cure existed there.
Shen Muxuan had said she’d return in three months.
It wasn’t long. He’d wait for her.
"An Yi, I’m back in Yunzhou City. Are you home yet?"
Shangguan Qianqian’s gentle voice came through the phone.
An Yi nodded. "I just got back yesterday. Wait for me—I’ll come find you."
"Mm, I’ll be waiting."
Hanging up, Shangguan Qianqian turned to Xie Yan, who was carrying a stack of documents. "What is it, Sister Xie?"
"Oh! Y-yes, there’s something."
Xie Yan quickly placed the files on the desk. "Director, these need your signature."
Shangguan Qianqian skimmed through the documents carefully before signing.
Xie Yan hesitated, then cautiously probed, "Director, um… may I ask…"
She gulped, unable to voice the question.
Shangguan Qianqian—the so-called "Jade Maiden of the Entertainment Industry," the dream girl of millions—was actually dating someone!
If this got out, countless hearts would shatter!
But what Xie Yan really wanted to know was: who was Shangguan Qianqian’s mystery lover?
Setting down her pen, Shangguan Qianqian said coolly, "Sister Xie, Yilan Media has just stabilized, and you’ve contributed greatly."
"You flatter me, Director. It’s all thanks to your and General Manager Nie’s leadership."
Xie Yan humbly deflected.
And she wasn’t wrong. Shangguan Qianqian’s management skills were exceptional.
She handled the company’s affairs with flawless precision, ranking among the top executives in the entire nation.
As for Nie Qinglan, though she was only a nominal general manager, her background was formidable.
Her father was none other than Boss Nie!
A figure who commanded both the underworld and legitimate business in the Southeast Province, with influence extending internationally.
Rumor had it that even the richest person in the country would step aside for him.
With that kind of backing in the entertainment industry, so-called "industry giants" would cower in her presence.
Compared to that, Xie Yan’s role in managing a few artists was insignificant.
Shangguan Qianqian looked up, her tone icy. "So, some things should be spoken of, while others should stay sealed behind tight lips."
Xie Yan broke into a cold sweat. "Of course, of course."
Yunzhou City, International Trade Tower.
Next to it stood the Convention Center.
Though neighboring Jiangbei City was a third-tier city, Yunzhou City, as the capital of the Southeast Province, ranked among the nation’s top "new first-tier" metropolises in terms of overall strength.
An Yi drove a black sedan, following the location Shangguan Qianqian had sent him.
As for why he wasn’t driving the Lamborghini Veneno—
The main reason was discretion.
After all, he was meeting a top-tier celebrity.
Arriving in a flashy Lamborghini would be like inviting paparazzi to shove cameras in their faces.
An Yi’s purpose today was clear.
He wanted to know the future!
Shangguan Qianqian was a time traveler!
She might not know minor details, but she was aware of major events in the coming years.
He wanted to learn about Shen Muxuan’s future from her.
At the Convention Center, an audition was underway, the crowd buzzing with excitement.
The noise was deafening, a testament to its popularity.
"Qian! Qian! We love you!"
"Ahhh! I’m obsessed!"
The audition hadn’t even started, yet fans had already formed cheer squads, waving signs and screaming.
"How boring."
An Yi sighed, unimpressed.
Wait, where was his company again?
He checked the location on his phone, confused. Probably upstairs?
He felt a twinge of guilt.
Yilan Media had been operating for nearly half a year, yet he, the actual owner, didn’t even know where it was located.
Apart from providing the initial funds, he’d stayed completely hands-off.
An Yi stepped into the elevator, only to be met by a group of pretty boys.
They were good-looking—though still a notch below him.
After all, he was a natural-born 9.0 in the looks department!
"So crowded…"
Frowning at the packed elevator, An Yi decided to wait for the next one.
Suddenly, a bespectacled young girl grabbed his arm and snapped, "Quit dawdling! Do you even want to audition? Thinking your face alone will get you through? They demand talent now!"
An Yi was baffled. "Wait, I’m not—"
"Stop wasting time! Here’s your number—get in there! The judges are waiting!"
Before he could protest, the girl slapped a numbered tag on his waist and shoved him inside.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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!"
