"No, no, I mean, I only have one shifu's wife, no others..."
Fang Jueming realized he had misspoken and fumbled to correct himself, but the more he tried to explain, the worse it got.
He truly hadn’t expected his master to be this impressive.
Not long ago, the complicated entanglement between Shen Muxuan and Qin Yao hadn’t even been resolved yet.
And now, here was another stunningly beautiful girl.
An Yi’s expression darkened, his murderous aura thickening.
"Kid, shut your mouth if you still want to be my disciple!"
"Hmm, Fang Jueming, right? I’ve heard An Yi mention you."
Lan Ruoxi smiled gently, speaking in a soft tone, showing no sign of taking offense.
Fang Jueming scratched his head and grinned sheepishly.
He hadn’t expected An Yi to bring him up in conversation.
In truth, An Yi had indeed told Lan Ruoxi about Fang Jueming—describing him as a foolish and simple-minded disciple who had already been corrupted by a certain expressionless face.
"There’s still a lot of work at the company. You two chat, I’ll head back first."
Lan Ruoxi waved with a smile and prepared to leave.
An Yi frowned. "No need to rush, right? You just got here."
Lan Ruoxi’s gentle smile carried a hint of menace. "It’s urgent!"
An Yi: "..."
Watching Lan Ruoxi’s retreating figure, An Yi patted Hongtian’s head and sighed. "Give me a Huazi."
Hongtian: "..."
Fang Jueming said earnestly, "Shifu, this shimu seems to have a great personality."
An Yi clapped Fang Jueming’s shoulder, revealing a sinister grin. "Perfect timing. Let me test your training progress!"
"Yes, Shifu!"
Fang Jueming’s eyes lit up with excitement.
He had always known An Yi was strong—especially with the recent rumors of him single-handedly facing the Hundred Ghosts Sect’s Demon Hall, even showing signs of surpassing Jiang Cheng, the top-ranked on the Hidden Dragon List!
If he could receive guidance from An Yi, his fist techniques would surely improve by leaps and bounds!
"Be careful, handle it gently. Don’t break it."
An Yi directed Fang Jueming as he moved a fake mountain in the park.
Fang Jueming, bare-chested and muscles taut, carried the massive rock step by step, his face flushed from exertion.
A passerby who witnessed this scene was stunned, eyes nearly popping out of his head.
Carrying a mountain over ten meters tall—was this even humanly possible?
An Yi lounged in a chair, scrolling through his phone, idly browsing the content on the Martial Alliance app.
The hottest news at the moment was undoubtedly about the Paradise Organization.
SS-rank assassins, Spear and White Rhino, had been slaughtered!
The entire Paradise Organization had gone into a frenzy, launching frequent retaliatory attacks into Daxia.
The Pantheon had already clashed with them.
An Yi vaguely understood the underlying situation.
It probably had something to do with Boss Nie as well.
Reading the news, An Yi frowned slightly.
He recalled the vial of serum in his storage space.
Whether it was Boss Nie or Paradise, their goal was this serum.
The Paradise Organization had even planted Shirley undercover for six years, just waiting for the serum’s completion.
According to Jienan Monk, Boss Nie had been preparing for this for over a decade.
This treasure they coveted so fiercely had fallen into his hands—peace was unlikely from now on.
He needed to get rid of this thing quickly. Keeping it would only bring disaster.
THUD!
The fake mountain crashed to the ground.
"Shifu! I moved it!"
Fang Jueming panted, drenched in sweat but grinning triumphantly.
"Oh? Then move it back."
An Yi didn’t even look up.
Fang Jueming: "..."
By the time Fang Jueming hauled the fake mountain back, he was completely exhausted.
He collapsed on the ground, muscles trembling from the strain.
With a bitter smile, he asked, "Shifu… what was the point of moving this mountain?"
An Yi put on a solemn expression. "I wanted to assess your recent progress. Moving the mountain isn’t as simple as it seems. First, it tests your strength and how you channel your energy. Second, it evaluates your willpower!"
I still have to deal with Lan Ruoxi later—all because of this kid! He deserves a lesson!
Fang Jueming’s eyes sparkled with inspiration. "So that’s how it is!"
"Out of stamina? Here, take this."
An Yi tossed over a vial of serum.
Fang Jueming caught it, confused. "What is this…?"
He opened it—inside was a thick, black liquid with a pungent, unsettling odor.
It was almost unbearable.
"Nutrient solution. Needs to be injected into your body," An Yi explained casually.
"Nutrient solution…?"
Yeah, right!
Fang Jueming gulped and asked weakly, "Can I… not take it?"
"No."
An Yi’s tone left no room for argument.
Fang Jueming’s arm was raised, and the entire vial was injected into his body.
In an instant—
"AAAAARGH—!"
A bestial roar tore from Fang Jueming’s throat, sounding more like a lion’s growl than anything human.
Golden mane-like patterns began spreading across his skin.
"Hold onto your consciousness. Don’t let this power control you. Suppress it!"
An Yi said seriously.
This serum was refined from the essence of numerous demonic beasts, processed through modern technology.
The purity of it was something even An Yi found hard to believe.
After all, a demonic beast’s strength was limited by its bloodline.
The stronger the bloodline, the higher its potential.
What kind of changes would this power bring once fully absorbed?
An Yi wasn’t entirely sure either.
But one thing he knew for certain—once this treasure was refined, his body would undergo a qualitative transformation!
"Master, this feeling... it’s unbearable."
Fang Jueming struggled to speak.
An Yi replied seriously, "Stay strong. Use your inner energy to refine the blood! Don’t let it control you. Now that your energy is depleted, it’s the perfect time to absorb it."
"ROAR!"
After a long struggle, Fang Jueming let out a furious roar!
Birds across the entire forest were startled, their wings flapping wildly as they took flight in panic.
Slowly, he rose to his feet, staring at his hands in disbelief.
With deliberate effort, a faint golden light began to shimmer across his arms.
Even his exhausted body was recovering at an astonishing speed.
"This... this is..."
Fang Jueming was speechless.
An Yi was equally shocked, but as a mentor, he couldn’t show it.
This kid actually obtained the origin of the Golden Element by refining the blood!
"Yo, this kid’s got some serious luck," Hongtian remarked casually, strolling over after finishing a cigarette.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "You know what this is?"
"It’s just the spiritual essence of a powerful demon beast. But this serum seems a bit... mixed. Probably a blend of essence from multiple beasts. Refining it won’t be easy."
Hongtian shrugged. "Back when they tried to suppress me, they used five beasts—wind, thunder, water, fire, and earth. Too bad they weren’t tough enough. Didn’t even last a few thousand years before kicking the bucket."
"I even used their corpses to create five mini-realms by manipulating the terrain..."
An Yi: "..."
So the underground fire realm he’d stumbled into before... was this mutt’s doing?
Was this black dog really that OP?
"Master, what... what exactly is happening?" Fang Jueming was still bewildered.
He could feel a strange power surging within him.
"That’s spiritual energy. Train it well."
An Yi patted his shoulder.
The Golden Element was known for its sheer force.
Combined with this kid’s raw strength, the synergy would be terrifying.
"Spiritual energy?"
Fang Jueming was still confused.
But he understood one thing—mastering this power would make his fist techniques even stronger.
Just then, An Yi’s phone buzzed.
He checked it—a message from a girl on Tianxun.
Lulu: [Hey handsome, can you contact the enforcers for me?!]
Lulu: [There’s a group of weird people surrounding me!]
Lulu: [I’m so scared! I already reported it, but the enforcers haven’t come!]
An Yi quickly replied: [Where are you?]
But there was no response.
Hongtian hopped onto the lounge chair, glanced at the message, and immediately tensed.
"Oh no, the girl I set you up with is in trouble!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
