The banana tastes pretty good.
The woman in the red cheongsam looked at An Yi and spoke softly, her voice soothing.
An Yi was amazed—her mouth didn’t look that big, yet she could swallow such a long banana whole.
He reached out, lifted her delicate chin, wiped something from the corner of her lips, and smirked. "How about switching to another one?"
"Oh?"
The woman in the red cheongsam gazed at him with growing curiosity.
Her delicate body pressed closer to An Yi, the atmosphere turning increasingly intimate.
Meanwhile, the plump woman seemed to understand An Yi’s flirtatious tactics—flirting required interaction, after all.
So, she shoved a half-eaten watermelon right in front of Zhang Qianyu’s face.
"You—eat this!"
Zhang Qianyu:
The three fresh-faced young men, who had been enjoying the sweet fruits, stared at An Yi with eyes practically turning green with envy.
Among the five wealthy women, the one in the red cheongsam had both beauty and an exquisite figure—she was simply stunning.
Unlike them, stuck clinging to women older than their own mothers.
But when they caught sight of Zhang Qianyu, their hearts found some small comfort.
"Boy, you’ve really piqued my interest," the woman in the red cheongsam purred, her eyes shimmering like a pool of spring water.
An Yi wore a wicked grin.
Inside, he was panicking.
He’d picked up a few flirting tricks by watching others, never expecting to actually stoke this woman’s desires.
No way!
There was no chance he’d degrade himself like this!
This woman wasn’t even a 9/10—she wasn’t qualified to seduce him!
As she drew closer, An Yi subtly clenched his fist.
A faint, inhuman glint flickered in the red cheongsam woman’s eyes.
Just then, the private room’s door swung open.
"Pardon the interruption—this is a complimentary fruit platter from our establishment."
A waiter walked in, smiling warmly.
Hearing the waiter enter, Zhang Qianyu thought everything was set—time to make their move.
But when he looked up and saw the waiter, his smile froze.
What the hell? Why him?!
The waiter was strikingly handsome—soft gray hair, gentle features, and narrow eyes that always seemed to smile, radiating an inexplicable warmth.
Indeed, this seemingly harmless waiter was none other than Jiang Cheng, the top-ranked expert on the Hidden Dragon List and the foremost of the Enforcement Bureau’s Four Saints!
"Well, well, a big shot has arrived," An Yi remarked, raising an eyebrow with a smirk.
The woman in the red cheongsam chuckled. "You two know each other? What a small world. Handsome, why don’t you join us?"
"The honor is mine."
Jiang Cheng sat down beside her, smiling. "May I ask how to address you, sister?"
"Call me Zi Xin."
She studied Jiang Cheng with a gaze that grew increasingly voracious.
"Truly a lovely name," Jiang Cheng mused.
Zhang Qianyu’s forehead beaded with cold sweat.
Why had Jiang Cheng infiltrated this place? What was he planning?
"Zi Xin, dear, can you show us that miracle weight-loss potion now?" the plump woman asked eagerly.
She dreamed of slimming down—had even tried liposuction, only to regain the weight soon after.
She’d tried every method except diet and exercise.
"Yes, Zi Xin, let us see it already!"
"And the youth-revitalizing serum—we’re dying to witness its effects!"
The other women chimed in, their eyes burning with anticipation.
They’d followed Zi Xin here solely for those elixirs.
"Patience, sisters."
Zi Xin chuckled, retrieving a small vial and handing it to the plump woman.
The woman snatched it, uncorked it without hesitation, and a faint medicinal aroma wafted out.
An Yi’s eyes narrowed.
Poison.
And a deadly one at that.
"Zi Xin, if this really works, I’ll pay you ten million—not a cent less!"
The plump woman swallowed the pill in one gulp.
Nothing happened?
Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Then—
The woman’s skin turned crimson.
A sizzling white smoke began rising from her body.
"She—she’s combusting?!" Zhang Qianyu blurted out.
Thick plumes of smoke billowed from her, carrying an indescribable stench.
Zhang Qianyu hastily backed away.
When the smoke cleared, the woman’s figure had slimmed dramatically—almost halved in size.
The plump woman stared at her new, lighter body in disbelief—this was beyond her wildest dreams.
"Holy shit?!"
Zhang Qianyu’s eyes nearly popped out.
Sure, she was still unattractive, but she was undeniably thinner!
An Yi pondered.
He didn’t know how it worked, but this woman wouldn’t live much longer.
Her internal organs had suffered severe burns.
Yet, she felt no pain.
An Yi inhaled the scent and immediately recognized an extremely potent analgesic mixed into the formula.
"Zi Xin, what about our youth serums?!"
The other three women pressed urgently.
"Don’t rush, sisters."
Zi Xin handed them three vials.
One woman eagerly poured the contents onto her face and massaged it in.
An Yi’s expression froze.
This woman looked to be in her late forties, maybe even fifties. Though well-maintained, her wrinkles were unmistakable.
But after applying the serum and gently rubbing it in—
Her wrinkles faded drastically. She now appeared twenty years younger, her face resembling that of a woman in her early thirties.
"Impossible!"
An Yi was stunned.
No herbal concoction could achieve this.
Even his legendary Jade Beauty Serum, hailed as revolutionary, couldn’t compare.
"Incredible!"
The woman marveled at her rejuvenated skin.
"Does this serum truly reverse aging?"
An Yi scrutinized it, then sneered.
Within three years, this woman’s face would rot to the bone.
"Sister, this serum costs a hundred million," Zi Xin said sweetly.
"Money is no issue!" the woman exclaimed. "This is even more effective than the Jade Beauty Serum from the auctions!"
Zi Xin smiled.
The Jade Beauty Serum business was booming, raking in fortunes daily—she wanted a piece of that pie.
Just then, another knock came at the door.
A female server entered, wearing a mask, a cap, and a standard uniform, carrying a fruit platter.
"Here’s your complimentary fruit platter."
Her bright eyes swept the room.
Though her face was hidden, her mesmerizing gaze and slender figure were enough to captivate.
Ding! Target meets [Flirt Master] criteria!
An Yi’s system chimed in his mind.
Even though the [Flirt Master] quest was complete, this function hadn’t disappeared—maybe a system bug?
Jiang Cheng’s brow furrowed slightly at the sight of her, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.
"The Dao Alliance’s legendary Innate Dao Physique?"
The plump woman scowled. "What’s going on? Who let you in?!"
Thud!
A punch filled with pent-up frustration slammed into the plump woman’s face, sending her crashing into the wall.
Zhang Qianyu bared his teeth in a savage grin.
"Finally—time to fight."
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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.”
