After this incident, An Family Company's store regained its vitality.
A steady stream of people poured into the shop.
"Here, see if this is enough!"
An Yi placed a large pile of glass bottles in the office, grinning as he spoke.
"So many!"
Lan Ruoxi's eyes lit up, but then a trace of worry flashed across her face. "But... isn't this too much?"
Although An Yi had performed brilliantly today, the Five Degrees Company was still overpowering their An Family Company.
"We haven’t even sold all the stock from last time!"
An Yi chuckled lightly. "Just wait—orders are about to explode. Oh, and produce more of the 'Little White Bottle.' The 'Little Red Bottle' and 'Little Blue Bottle' are too expensive; not everyone can afford them."
"All those victims from Five Degrees Company will become our customers."
But An Yi felt a bit awkward explaining this to Lan Ruoxi—it almost felt like profiting from others' misfortune, which didn’t align with his noble image.
Lan Ruoxi nodded somewhat cluelessly. "Oh, okay."
"And this—Tiger Yang Pills!"
As he spoke, An Yi pulled out a large bag of black, sand-like substance from his storage space.
Then, he took out a piece of paper and explained, "We won’t make Tiger Yang Pills anymore. Pills consume too much material. This time, we’ll dilute it in water to make a medicinal solution. The other herbs are easy to source—just follow this formula. We’ll call it 'Health Tonic,' mainly targeting the stomach, intestines, kidneys, liver, and spleen."
This Health Tonic, after excessive dilution, no longer had the overwhelming effects of the Tiger Yang Pills. Its primary function was nourishment.
The key point? It could cure the side effects of the weight-loss pills!
"Five Degrees Company is handing us business on a silver platter—might as well take it... ahem—I mean, we’re doing this to save the innocent people poisoned by the Five Poison Sect!"
Because they were victims!
Lan Ruoxi smiled brightly. "So, another new product then."
Modern people recklessly stay up late, indulge in bad habits, and skip breakfast.
Their stomachs, livers, spleens, and kidneys are mostly in poor condition.
Positioning this Health Tonic in the market would be effortless.
If its effects were outstanding, Lan Ruoxi was confident it would cause a sensation as soon as it launched!
An Yi stretched lazily and grinned. "It’s up to you now, Ruoxi."
"I’ll do my best!"
Lan Ruoxi nodded, her eyes shining with determination.
An Yi gazed sincerely into her beautiful eyes. "Ruoxi, you’ve suffered these past few days."
Lan Ruoxi noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes and took a step back, shooting him a reproachful look.
"What are you up to?"
At that moment, an unusual guest arrived at the entrance of An Family Cosmetics.
His arm was wrapped in bandages, and he stood tall with well-defined muscles, his sun-kissed skin radiating a healthy glow. His handsome, youthful face always carried a smile.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Mr. An Yi?" the young man asked politely.
A female employee at the door blushed slightly. "H-he’s in the office."
"Thank you!"
The young man smiled and walked into the store.
"He’s so handsome!"
"My type—a little wolf pup!"
"Wait, didn’t the boss say no one’s allowed in the office without his permission?"
But before they could stop him, the young man eagerly pushed open the office door.
"Master! I heard you came to Yunzhou City!"
With a loud bang, the office door swung open.
When he saw the scene inside, the young man froze.
Then, his eyes widened in shock.
What was he looking at?!
A one-eyed black dog...
Smoking a cigarette!
Hong Tian was puffing away when someone suddenly barged in, leaving him momentarily stunned.
Man and dog locked eyes.
The air grew eerily silent.
Finally, Hong Tian broke the silence first.
Holding a cigarette between his claws, he offered, "Want a Huazi?"
The young man: "......"
Just then, An Yi heard the commotion and stepped out of the adjacent office. Seeing the young man, his face lit up with joy.
"Xiao Ming! What brings you here?"
The young man was none other than An Yi’s top disciple—Fang Jueming!
Fang Jueming stammered, still baffled. "Th-this dog... it talks! And smokes!"
"Ahem, that’s not important."
An Yi looked Fang Jueming up and down and smiled. "Not bad. You’ve grown taller and stronger in just a few months."
Indeed, when they first met, Fang Jueming had been a frail, pale youth.
But now, he had the build of a martial artist!
Just standing there, he resembled an unsheathed spear—sharp and imposing!
"I heard you were in Yunzhou, Master, so I rushed over right away," Fang Jueming said, scratching his head sheepishly.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, amused. "Really? Did that stone-faced taskmaster actually give you a day off?"
He often browsed the Martial Alliance app.
Lately, Fang Jueming had been making waves.
"Cold-Faced Axe Fist" Wu Tong had been dragging him around to challenge dojos nonstop.
They had already taken down three Transformation Realm experts.
Now, Fang Jueming had climbed to 17th place on the Hidden Dragon Ranking!
Fang Jueming grinned. "We’re taking a break from training today."
"An Yi, who’s here?"
Lan Ruoxi stepped out of the adjacent office, her face flushed as she adjusted the buttons on her blouse.
This guy is the worst!
Fooling around even in the office...
Does he really like it here that much? My clothes are all wrinkled now.
Fang Jueming stared at Lan Ruoxi, stunned. "Is this... another martial mother?"
An Yi’s smile froze.
You unfilial disciple! Are you trying to kill me with embarrassment?!
Lan Ruoxi paused for a moment, then nodded gently with a warm smile. "Yes, hello there."
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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."
