At this moment, the figure who abruptly appeared on the deck was none other than An Yi.
"When did you get engaged? How come I didn’t know?" An Yi asked with a light chuckle.
No need to guess—it was obviously fake. Apart from him, any other man who got close to Qin Yao had been thoroughly "cleaned up" by Lin Chen.
"Idiot, that was just to brush off those guys asking for dances," Qin Yao retorted.
She stepped forward, smiling brightly. "How come you're here?"
An Yi grabbed some unidentifiable fruit from the table and said, "I was about to ask you the same thing. Why are you attending this kind of messy gathering?"
"What do you mean 'messy'? All the high-quality young elites of the Southeast Province are here," Uncle Fu muttered disapprovingly from the side.
Just seeing this guy irritated him beyond words.
A street punk like him, while their young miss was the genuine heiress of the Qin family!
"Hello, Miss Qin. May I have the honor of dancing with you?"
A young man with meticulously groomed hair, exuding an air of refined politeness, extended an invitation to Qin Yao.
Qin Yao grabbed An Yi’s arm and said cheerfully, "Sorry, I already have a dance partner!"
The young man’s expression darkened as he glared at An Yi.
The surrounding crowd watched with amusement.
Who didn’t know that Xu Chao was the crown prince of the Southeast Province?
His family had influence in both the underworld and high society.
And this punk-looking guy dared to steal his girl?!
Xu Chao, unwilling to give up, pressed on. "Miss Qin Yao, I fell for you at first sight during last year’s banquet. Could you give me a chance—just one dance!"
A vein bulged on An Yi’s forehead.
"Trying to steal my girl right in front of me?! Damn bastard! You think I’m dead or something?!"
The crowd buzzed with excitement—was Young Master Xu really going to push this?!
Everyone knew how terrifying it was to slight Xu Chao.
Just as An Yi was about to explode in anger, Qin Yao tugged at his sleeve.
Her delicate face flushed slightly as she stammered in a whisper, "An Yi… am I… am I your girlfriend?"
Thanks to Lin Chen’s endless interference and An Yi’s own lack of initiative, she still lacked confidence in their relationship.
An Yi paused, then chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Of course you are."
Witnessing this blatant display of affection, Xu Chao was dumbfounded.
But he refused to accept defeat. He was determined to try one last time!
As the saying goes, "With enough effort, any wall can be dug down!"
"Look down!"
At that moment, Qin Yao stood on her tiptoes and planted a light kiss on An Yi’s cheek.
Ding! [Rogue Master] mission completed—3/3!
Ding! Mission reward: Evil Power Value +30! Charm +3!
An Yi was momentarily stunned.
"That’s it? No challenge at all!"
Xu Chao, witnessing this, turned livid with rage and stormed off.
She’d kissed the guy right in front of him! How could he possibly keep asking for a dance?!
"The Qin family, huh? Just you wait—you’ll regret this."
Uncle Fu, standing nearby, was utterly dumbfounded.
Tears welled up in his eyes.
"Young Master Lin… this old servant has failed you!"
"Hey, dummy, what are you spacing out for?" Qin Yao asked, her face still red.
That had been her first kiss…
"Now no one’s gonna ask me to dance," An Yi said, rubbing his cheek with mock resignation.
"Jerk!"
An Yi took out a mirror from his storage space and stared at his reflection in disbelief.
Still as handsome as ever, but was there any actual change?!
He scrutinized his face until his eyes ached, studying it for a long time before concluding that his aura seemed slightly different.
The carefree, roguish vibe had lessened, replaced by a hint of elegance and nobility—what a joke!
He couldn’t see a damn difference!
What even was aura?!
After turning his head left and right, he still looked like the same playful, rebellious guy.
But it felt different from his old street-punk demeanor. It just had to be different!
An Yi put the mirror away.
"Perfect!"
The placebo effect was working flawlessly!
No matter what, his aura had officially changed.
From now on, if anyone dared call him a loser—he’d smash their head in!
Holding the spare room key Qin Yao had slipped him behind Uncle Fu’s back, An Yi felt conflicted.
"Ah, I’m a principled man… this is putting me in a tough spot."
He sighed dramatically while secretly hoping the dance would end soon.
By the way, where was Yan Zhi?
An Yi hadn’t forgotten the main reason he’d come aboard this cruise ship tonight!
But Chi Xiao, that bastard, hadn’t shown up yet.
Among the men and women on board, there were quite a few martial artists—some with impressive strength.
Something told An Yi that trouble was brewing.
"Hey, beautiful, do you believe in love at first sight? The moment I saw you, I became a believer."
Xu Chao had set his sights on a woman in a red dress, a stunning beauty whose looks rivaled Qin Yao’s.
Her phoenix-like eyes held a mix of regal dominance and irresistible allure.
Her wavy, shoulder-length hair framed an hourglass figure—voluptuous curves, a slender waist that seemed almost too delicate to support her ample bust and hips.
Xu Chao gulped. This was a goddess among mortals!
What man could resist such a seductive queen?
Yan Zhi, who had been enjoying the sea breeze, frowned. "What do you want?"
Xu Chao flashed his most charming smile. "May I have this dance?"
"Sorry, I have a boyfriend."
Yan Zhi gave the slick-haired young master a cold glance.
Xu Chao, undeterred, smirked. "I find it hard to believe any man could be worthy of a woman as exquisite as you."
"Oh, there is."
Yan Zhi’s gaze landed on An Yi. She grabbed him and declared, "Him."
An Yi: "…"
Xu Chao: "…"
Officer Yan, I’ve been used as a prop twice now, An Yi lamented silently.
Xu Chao sneered.
The same guy?! Was there seriously no one else?!
"Don’t believe me?"
Yan Zhi raised an eyebrow, wrapped her arms around An Yi’s neck, and kissed him full on the lips.
"Holy—"
An Yi didn’t even have time to react.
By the time he registered the soft press of her lips, it was too late.
His mind went blank. He… he’d just been kissed?!
"Any more questions?"
Yan Zhi released him and asked coolly.
Xu Chao trembled with rage, pointing at An Yi. "H-he’s two-timing! H-he’s scum! I saw him with another woman—"
"I like players. Got a problem with that?" Yan Zhi crossed her arms and shot him a frosty look.
"Damn it! This is too much!"
Xu Chao stared at An Yi, who shrugged innocently at him, feeling like he’d swallowed a basket of lemons—his stomach churned with bitterness.
In the end, Young Master Xu left in misery once again.
"Not bad. Thanks for the assist."
Yan Zhi leaned against the railing, her red lips curling into a smirk.
Honestly, she’d acted on impulse just now.
For some reason, the usually annoying brat seemed… different tonight.
Unusually charming.
She hadn’t been able to resist.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
