How do I unbind this trash system?
An Yi scowled and closed the system interface.
Useless!
I seriously suspect the creator of this system didn’t even finish nine years of compulsory education!
I’m never opening the system introduction again—if I do, I’m a turtle!
Hmm, pretty sure I’ve said that before…
Whatever. Some shameless writer kept yapping about changing the book title, but a month later, it’s still the same.
So, these things aren’t worth stressing over.
An Yi frowned as he looked at the silver dragon in his storage space.
It just barged in like that?
This is an alternate dimension! Even Hongtian at his full power couldn’t detect it.
Yet this dragon waltzed right in!
At least it had shrunk in size, so it didn’t take up too much space.
Still, having a dragon stashed inside him wasn’t exactly a long-term solution.
An Yi manipulated the storage space to hurl a roll of toilet paper at the dragon’s head.
No reaction.
Next, he flung a bottle of iced tea (filled with liquid) at it.
Still nothing.
Then, he summoned a black-and-gold greatsword.
The dragon’s amber eyes snapped open, locking onto him with overwhelming pressure.
"Shhh, good dragon, go back to sleep," An Yi hastily soothed, lowering the sword.
The dragon’s eyes closed again, and it drifted back into slumber.
Sighing, An Yi resigned himself to treating the space like a dumpster for oversized junk.
He mourned his already cramped storage, now even more claustrophobic.
"What’s the deal with this dragon?" Hongtian asked, glancing at the Venerable Monk.
"Not sure. A decade ago, Boss Nie spent over a hundred million to buy it from a collector. After storing it down here, he never asked about it again—probably forgot it existed," the monk replied.
Studying Hongtian, the monk raised a bushy white eyebrow. "You’re a demon too?"
Living underground, he’d seen plenty of monsters that could shift between beast and human forms, so a talking black dog didn’t faze him.
"The hell I am!" Hongtian bared his teeth and snarled.
An Yi cut in, puzzled. "So this dragon never moved all this time?"
The monk mused, "I never imagined it was alive. Ten years without a single twitch… the world truly holds endless wonders."
As he spoke, the monk settled back onto his meditation cushion, closing his one remaining eye. "Leave. I’ll pretend you were never here."
Clack!
A black longsword rested against his neck.
"Old man, you don’t seem to grasp the situation. I decide what happens now," An Yi grinned, flashing sharp teeth.
The Venerable Monk: "…"
Creak.
The door inched open.
"An Yi… An Yi, you asleep?" Nie Qinglan peeked in, whispering.
The room was silent.
"Out cold already?"
Glancing around to confirm no one was watching, she shut the door with painstaking care.
Tiptoeing to An Yi’s bed, her face burned crimson.
"That blockhead An Yi," she grumbled.
She’d given him so many chances, but he never took the hint. Now she had to make the first move.
Licking her lips, she smiled, revealing tiny fangs.
"How’d this ugly dog get in here?"
She eyed Hongtian, who’d been asleep in the car and was still dead to the world.
Whatever. As long as he didn’t interrupt.
"An Yi, wake up. I’m here."
Nie Qinglan whispered softly into An Yi's ear.
An Yi remained motionless.
"Then I'll have to take matters into my own hands?"
Nie Qinglan said, her face flushing as she reached for his clothes.
"I refuse to believe I can't break through you!"
She untied his pajamas, revealing blood-stirringly thin undergarments beneath.
Nie Qinglan quietly slipped inside.
"Such hard abs!"
Her delicate brows furrowed—how could this guy be so unyielding?
"An Yi?"
Curious, she turned on the light.
The fake An Yi lay completely still.
A sense of foreboding washed over Nie Qinglan. Her face paled as she cautiously reached out to check for breath.
"Ah!!!"
Click-clack! Click-clack!
High heels echoed through the underground passage.
Shirley walked gracefully, her curvaceous figure leaving a trail of fragrant air in her wake.
"Madam Nie!"
Bodyguards saluted her one after another along the way.
Shirley curled her crimson lips into a smile. "Good work, everyone. Stay vigilant."
"Yes!"
The guards watched her slender, model-esque silhouette sway, feeling their lives brim with renewed hope.
Clutching a vial of reagent nervously, Shirley kept her movements natural while scanning her surroundings.
By routine, Boss Nie should already be asleep.
No one would disturb her mission at this late hour.
As she neared the warehouse after the long passage, her pupils suddenly constricted.
"You... you're Boss Nie?" Shirley asked, horrified.
What shocked her wasn't that it was Boss Nie—but that the person before her had a face obscured by pixelation.
Only the blurry, low-resolution features vaguely resembled Boss Nie's.
"That's right, it's me."
Boss Nie cleared his throat.
Though his tone was calm and his voice a near-perfect imitation, the pixelated face was hardly convincing.
Elsewhere, Hongtian glared at the Venerable Monk bound in a tortoise-shell tie and hissed, "Stay quiet, or I'll bite you to death."
The monk, tightly restrained, could only nod helplessly.
Once the esteemed abbot of Lantuo Temple, now in retirement, he was being threatened by a dog.
The "Boss Nie" here was actually An Yi in disguise. He'd planned to bluff past the guards but hadn't expected to run into Shirley.
This woman was no pushover!
Shirley's lips curled into a smirk. "Drop the act. You're An Yi, right? I recognize your voice."
"No way, you can tell?" An Yi was stunned, silently cursing his system's uselessness.
The Evil Ghost Mask's transformation ability was only 75% complete!
His face could only morph to a pathetic 75%—utter trash!
He'd sacrificed his chastity for this mask, and this was all it could do?
It even needed upgrades!
Then again, the system never expected him to struggle this much just to lose his virginity.
Shirley swayed her slender waist as she approached, teasing, "Hehe, I took a wild guess, but it really is you!"
An Yi:
"...Got tricked?!"
Then again, he was the prime suspect.
Shirley closed in, her stunning face alight with amusement. "Tsk, this mask is so crudely made. It doesn’t resemble him at all."
"R-really?" An Yi took a step back, discomfort flashing across his face.
Undeterred, Shirley advanced further. Her wavy hair swayed slightly, her intoxicating fragrance enveloping them.
Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered like rippling water.
"Out with it—did you follow me here, little brother?"
She lifted An Yi's chin, her red lips parting. "Naughty boy. You already have Qinglan, yet you're still unsatisfied? Could it be... you have eyes for me too?"
"No, I didn't! That's not true! Don't spout nonsense!"
An Yi's throat went dry as he stared at those enviably long, alluring legs.
It was as if he saw Boss Nie approaching, wearing a vibrant green hat.
"The Young Mother-in-Law," "My Friend's Mom"—
In an instant, the titles of countless masterpieces swirled through An Yi's mind.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
