In the restaurant.
Ziyue, who was starving, wolfed down her food while cautiously sneaking glances at the two men locked in a staring contest.
An Yi crossed his arms, eyeing Xiao Ye coldly. "If I’m not mistaken, that bandage over your eyes is to hide those red irises of yours, isn’t it?"
During the battle at the Pleasure Sect, the guy he killed—Que Feng—had the same crimson eyes. Covering them up was just a way to avoid drawing attention.
Xiao Ye smiled gently. "They are indeed blood pupils, but I really am blind."
"How many fingers am I holding up?" An Yi waved two fingers in front of Xiao Ye’s face.
"Two!"
"You bastard, you can see!" An Yi snapped, furious. Was this guy messing with him?
"My eyes are naturally like this, but I have divine sense. I can perceive my surroundings," Xiao Ye replied calmly.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Whatever. He couldn’t wrap his head around this so-called "blindness."
"Why are you looking for me?" An Yi asked, lounging with one leg crossed over the other.
This guy was the so-called "Child of Destiny," but everything about him was strange.
And most importantly—he was from the Prison Historian Clan.
An Yi hated those people.
Xiao Ye spoke evenly. "I heard someone speaking the language of the Ancient Continent, so I came to investigate. I didn’t expect it to be you."
"You know me?" An Yi’s expression turned odd.
Xiao Ye nodded, his tone solemn. "The Night Emperor of the 72nd generation of the Night Gate—An Yi."
At that name, Ziyue’s bowl slipped from her hands, clattering to the floor as rice scattered everywhere. She stared at An Yi in shock.
This shameless guy… was the Night Emperor?!
Wasn’t he supposed to have been executed in the Skyreach Tower?!
The language of the Ancient Continent was different from the Great Xia tongue of this world. When An Yi had told Ziyue his name, he’d used the local language, so she hadn’t recognized his identity.
But in the Ancient Continent, everyone knew the name An Yi.
Ziyue’s face paled. She suddenly regretted all the times she’d bickered with him.
Even after being exposed, An Yi remained unruffled. "So, are you here to capture me?"
"No."
Xiao Ye’s voice was steady. "You shattered the Skyreach Tower. I was caught in the backlash and dragged into this world."
"Wait, that was the top of the tower. What were you doing up there?" An Yi narrowed his eyes. That place shouldn’t have had anyone.
Xiao Ye remained unfazed. "Checking in."
An Yi: "…?"
This guy was getting weirder by the second.
Xiao Ye chuckled. "I have a request."
An Yi shrugged. "Go ahead. Doesn’t mean I’ll agree."
"You will."
Xiao Ye smiled. "I want to join the Asura Sect."
An Yi’s eyes lit up.
Was he delivering himself on a silver platter?
Ding!
[Xiao Ye] requests to join [Asura Sect]. Accept?
Hearing the system’s voice, An Yi realized that joining the sect now required permission?!
He checked the system and saw that his reputation had quietly skyrocketed over the past few days.
Finally, some dignity as a sect leader!
Before this, anyone could waltz in and take whatever position they wanted. What kind of leader was he then?
Accept!
An Yi confirmed.
Xiao Ye was now a member of the Asura Sect.
Ding!
[Xiao Ye] (Child of Destiny—Incomplete) requests to join your faction. Accept?
Without hesitation, An Yi tapped Reject.
This guy, like Fang Jueming, had the potential to become his subordinate—but his "Destiny Value" was still a smidge short. Once it maxed out, he could recruit him properly.
Lin Chen, look at this guy’s attitude! Don’t you feel ashamed?!
"Why suddenly join my faction?" An Yi asked, still suspicious.
Xiao Ye answered plainly. "Mission."
"Whose mission?"
An Yi caught the odd phrasing.
Xiao Ye fell silent.
Clearing his throat, An Yi smoothly changed the subject. "You’re from the Prison Historian Clan, yet you’re following me now. Isn’t that a problem?"
"The Night Gate were the Ancient Continent’s guardians. They shouldn’t have been wiped out. You’re not the criminal—the ones who call themselves ‘gods’ are." Xiao Ye’s voice was firm.
Every member of the Skyreach Tower’s Prison Historian Clan knew this.
But for the sake of profit, they had turned a blind eye and sided with those so-called gods.
An Yi fell quiet for a moment before smirking out the window. "If they find out I’m still alive… won’t they be so disappointed?"
Back at the hotel.
Ziyue kept her head down, stealing nervous glances at An Yi without saying a word.
Noticing how the usually loudmouthed girl had turned into a timid little quail, An Yi couldn’t help but laugh.
"What’s wrong? Am I that scary?"
Ziyue nodded carefully. "…Yeah."
An Yi sighed.
This was the downside of fame and status—it made ordinary people uneasy, like they were standing at the foot of an insurmountable mountain.
"Relax. I’m still me."
He patted Ziyue’s head reassuringly.
Hearing that, she mustered her courage and clung to his arm again, smiling faintly.
She had to be afraid!
In their world, An Yi was practically synonymous with evil—a heinous criminal condemned by the Skyreach Tower itself.
Anyone associated with him would be arrested and executed.
Her elder sister had once admitted to admiring the Night Emperor, An Yi. Their father had turned pale and locked her in solitary confinement for a month.
But in this world, no one knew who An Yi was.
And after spending time with him…
Sure, he was shameless and had questionable tastes, but he wasn’t the monster legends made him out to be.
At the entrance, a dog sat puffing on a cigarette.
Ziyue immediately hid behind An Yi.
"Well? Get anything useful?" Da Hong asked.
An Yi shrugged. "Picked up some clues. Next stop—the Immortal Sect’s pocket realm."
Hongtian stubbed out his cigarette, muttering, "What the hell’s a ‘pocket realm’? Never heard of it."
Back in the room, An Yi checked on Fang Jueming and Lin Chen’s injuries.
"Good news—Jueming’s healing fast. Another week and he’ll be back on his feet."
As he changed Fang Jueming’s bandages, the latter grinned foolishly. "Master’s the best!"
"Next time you punch a spiked club with your bare fists, I’m removing your brain. Who the hell taught you that?!"
An Yi rolled his eyes. Fang Jueming scratched his head sheepishly.
Then, he moved to Lin Chen’s bedside.
"Got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
Lin Chen frowned. "What’s the bad news?"
"You won’t recover for at least a year."
An Yi sighed dramatically.
Lin Chen pondered. "And the good news?"
"I bought you the most expensive wheelchair in the capital!"
With a flourish, An Yi pulled an exquisitely crafted wheelchair from his storage space.
"Pretty nice, huh?"
Lin Chen: "…"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
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.
