The next morning.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
An Yi slowly opened his eyes.
He felt something soft in his hand.
Huh? Soft?!
An Yi looked blankly at his side.
Curled up in his arms was Long Niu—completely naked!
Instantly, An Yi was wide awake.
He couldn’t have...
He checked his own clothes—still on.
No way, he... he actually didn’t do anything?!
Staring at Long Niu, An Yi desperately tried to recall last night’s events, but his memory stopped abruptly after he washed up and went to bed.
He couldn’t remember a thing. Had he been drinking?
Nope!
Looking at Long Niu’s alluring figure, An Yi gulped.
Who the hell could resist this?
He didn’t want to be the chivalrous hero anymore—he wanted to be the scoundrel!
With a soft murmur, Long Niu slowly opened her eyes and looked at An Yi.
Ahem, Long Niu, why are you sleeping here?
An Yi coughed lightly, forcing a stern expression while struggling not to glance at her ample curves.
D-cup!
Definitely a D!
On par with Yan Zhi and Ruo Xi!
Didn’t you ask me to sleep with you?
Long Niu stretched lazily, yawning with a seductive grace.
An Yi tried to look away—yeah, right. Like that was happening.
Spirit Cores!
Long Niu raised her hand and demanded.
Meeting her serious violet eyes, An Yi snapped back to reality and exclaimed indignantly, What Spirit Cores?!
Long Niu replied, You said five Level 4 Spirit Cores for one night with you!
We’re out of the forest now. No danger, no need for bedtime protection.
I don’t care.
Five cores are worth fifteen hundred taels of silver! Just kill me instead! No money, just this one life!
An Yi adopted a shameless grin before adding, Besides, we had a three-rule agreement—you broke it!
Long Niu blinked innocently, confused.
You’re not wearing clothes!
An Yi pointed out with a triumphant look.
We were very clear about this rule.
Long Niu: Yet your eyes keep wandering over me.
No, they’re not! Don’t slander me—it’ll ruin my image!
An Yi waved his hands in vehement denial.
Knock knock!
A sudden rapping at the door interrupted them.
"Brother Yi, time to go," Wei Xiang’s voice called from outside.
Quick, get back into the storage space—you’re naked! An Yi urged.
Long Niu didn’t budge, fixing him with a resentful stare.
Hearing Wei Xiang’s voice again, An Yi sighed. Fine! Five cores it is. Take them yourself!
Only then did Long Niu dissolve into a streak of light and vanish into the storage space.
Next time, put on clothes before coming out, or no more Spirit Cores for you! An Yi warned.
Mm.
Long Niu’s voice echoed: Then I’ll take the cores myself.
Go ahead.
An Yi’s lips twitched.
Still, she did follow the rules.
After all, the Spirit Cores were stored in the same space she resided in.
"Brother Yi, are you up?" Wei Xiang called again.
An Yi opened the door, gazing at the clear sky outside before saying coolly, "Let’s go, Xiangzi. To the Heavenly Profound Sect!"
"W-wait, really?"
Wei Xiang looked uneasy.
As an inner disciple, bringing someone back to crash the Young Master’s wedding... this was...
"The ceremony’s tomorrow. Let’s scout the sect first."
An Yi said leisurely, his gaze turning icy as he looked toward the Heavenly Profound Sect’s direction.
At the foot of the Heavenly Profound Sect’s mountain.
"Brother Yi, this is it. Just... don’t drag me into this, or I’m dead..."
Wei Xiang fretted nervously.
An Yi shot him a glance and said flatly, "Relax, bro. I’d never betray you."
"Good."
Wei Xiang exhaled in relief, scratching his head awkwardly. "Well, I can’t show my face inside. You’re on your own now, Brother Yi."
"Here, take this."
An Yi tossed him a pouch of gold.
The guy was broke, barely enough for lodging.
"Thanks, Brother Yi!"
Wei Xiang weighed the pouch, eyes gleaming.
He was rich!
Tonight, he’d splurge at the brothel—top-tier courtesan, here he comes!
Watching Wei Xiang scamper off, An Yi smirked.
He pulled out the Evil Ghost Mask and activated its transformation skill.
In an instant, he morphed into Wei Xiang.
"Sorry, bro."
An Yi muttered before striding confidently through the sect gates.
"Senior Brother Wei!"
"Senior Brother Wei!"
The two outer disciples guarding the entrance recognized "Wei Xiang" immediately, waving him through without question.
As he walked, numerous outer disciples nodded respectfully.
An Yi didn’t know any of them, so he settled for a Mona Lisa smile.
Time to ditch this disguise and pick a new face.
Wei Xiang’s identity was just for entry—now that he’d seen enough people, he could switch.
Just then, a conversation between Heavenly Profound Sect disciples caught his attention.
"Man, that girl the Young Master brought back yesterday—total knockout. Her eyes could melt steel."
"The Young Master? No way! He’s getting married tomorrow. And he’s not that kind of guy."
"Pfft, what do you know? Maybe she’s the bride."
"Ha! That makes sense. The wedding’s tomorrow, so she’d be arriving in Rong City today. Nothing wrong with her visiting the sect early."
An Yi’s blood boiled, fists clenching.
That bastard!
How dare he lay a finger on Mu Xuan?!
The Heavenly Profound Sect’s Young Master was a dead man.
"Where’s the Young Master?"
An Yi’s voice was glacial.
The disciples shivered, turning to see "Wei Xiang." They blinked in confusion.
"Wei Xiang? Weren’t you on leave?"
"Where. Is. The. Young. Master?" An Yi growled, murderous intent rolling off him.
The disciples recoiled.
One with a round face pointed shakily toward an ornate courtyard on the mountainside. "H-he’s there."
An Yi stormed off, his aura so chilling bystanders flinched.
After swapping to another disguise, An Yi reached the Young Master’s residence.
Two elders sipped tea and played chess at the entrance—both at the Transformation Realm.
Not overly strong, but attacking recklessly would raise alarms.
Furious but still rational, An Yi activated the Evil Ghost Mask’s stealth skill.
Stripping off his clothes, his body turned completely transparent.
Then, with a flicker of Flame Step, he vaulted over the wall.
"Did you see something?"
One elder frowned, setting down his tea.
The other glanced around. "Nope."
"Must’ve imagined it."
The first elder shrugged.
"You’re getting paranoid."
His companion grumbled, then glared at the board. "Hey—where’s my rook?!"
The tea-drinking elder snorted. "Why look at me?"
Splash.
Inside the courtyard, the sound of water rippled from a room.
Tu Yiyi soaked in the tub, sighing in bliss.
After a week in the sect, she finally got to bathe.
That effeminate guy claimed to be the Young Master—some bigshot who could help find her brother.
Stranded and swindled out of half her money, Tu Yiyi had no choice but to trust him.
"Someone’s here!"
Tu Yiyi paled, sinking deeper into the water.
With her Wind Spirit Vein, she could sense disturbances in the air.
There really was someone there just now.
And they were getting closer to the room!
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
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.”
