"Sect Master, please wait!"
A clear, melodious voice rang out from afar.
Gu Chengde turned slightly, a contemplative expression on his face. "Pavilion Master Mu?"
The heavily injured Third Elder and Fifth Elder also turned to look, their gazes icy.
Mu Qingyi approached, holding a violet wooden box containing a row of blue crystalline beads.
"Elder Gu, these are the Nine Star Pearls—a treasure of the Azure Luan Pavilion. I offer them to the Heavenly Profound Sect as an apology. Today's incident was my fault."
Mu Qingyi raised her hands, presenting the box.
"Nine Star Pearls?!"
The elders exchanged glances—this was no small offering.
These were the Azure Luan Pavilion's most prized treasures. No one expected Mu Qingyi to use them as compensation.
An Yi, standing nearby, glanced at the so-called Nine Star Pearls and raised an eyebrow.
This thing is valuable?
They're everywhere in the Ancient Continent.
The Third Elder finally tore his gaze away from the pearls and snorted, "The gift is decent, but our Heavenly Profound Sect—"
Ahem!
Gu Chengde coughed loudly, cutting off the Third Elder and shooting him a sharp glare.
She won the bride fair and square!
And now, offering a priceless treasure as an apology? She was giving them a way out.
They couldn’t win in a fight anyway. If they didn’t take this chance to save face, the Heavenly Profound Sect’s reputation would truly be ruined.
"In that case, I’ll shamelessly accept this gift."
Gu Chengde took the Nine Star Pearls, then turned to An Yi, grabbing his son Gu Changfeng by the shoulder with a hearty laugh.
"Young man, you and my son are around the same age—what a coincidence! How about he acknowledges you as his elder brother from today onward?"
Gu Changfeng was dumbfounded. What?!
Call him ‘big bro’?!
I’m twenty-five! Does this guy even look twenty?!
An Yi was equally stunned. What’s this fat uncle scheming?
What use do I have for this pretty boy?!
Ding!
Will you recruit [Flowing Cloud Sword] Gu Changfeng?
Fine, for the system’s sake, I’ll take him.
Clicking "Confirm" on the system panel, An Yi forced a smile. "That sounds perfect. I was just thinking the same."
Gu Changfeng: ...What the hell is going on?!
This guy barged into Miss Yiyi’s chambers, saw her bathing, and even beat me up!
Gu Chengde’s lips curled into a faint smile.
Having his son acknowledge An Yi as an elder brother served multiple purposes.
First, it was a gesture of reconciliation.
This young man was terrifyingly strong—no ordinary talent. Better to make him an ally than an enemy.
Moreover, Gu Chengde had a gut feeling that befriending him would be an incredibly profitable move.
If only I had a daughter…
Then he wouldn’t have to force his idiot son into this arrangement.
Second, this helped salvage the Heavenly Profound Sect’s dignity.
Who could tell whether this was about taking a subordinate or forming a sworn brotherhood?
With the conflict resolved, the whole "bride-stealing" incident wouldn’t seem so awkward anymore.
Finally, if Gu Changfeng called An Yi "big bro," what would An Yi call him?
If outsiders misunderstood… even better.
Ning Er, watching the Heavenly Profound Sect depart in harmony, was utterly baffled.
What happened? Why aren’t they fighting anymore?!
Staring at An Yi and Mu Qingyi, Ning Er wrestled with indecision.
Should I try to snatch her or not?
...Forget it. I’m going home. First, I’ll settle the score with those three old bastards!
"Yi-ge! Yi-ge! You can’t go through with this wedding!"
Finally, Wei Xiang caught up, panting heavily.
His stamina was shot after last night’s… activities.
Wei Xiang gasped, "Yi-ge, the bride in the carriage—she’s—"
Then, his voice died in his throat like a strangled duck.
Standing there, hand in hand with An Yi, was a breathtaking woman in phoenix coronet and red bridal robes.
Pavilion Master Mu?!
How did he end up with her master?!
Wei Xiang’s brain short-circuited.
After piecing things together, he looked at An Yi with awe.
He snatched the wrong bride… and it still worked?!
Holy shit, this guy’s a legend!
An Yi smiled at him—a smile laced with warning.
The murderous aura made Wei Xiang break out in cold sweat.
Mu Qingyi asked curiously, "Who is this?"
"Just a dead man walking. Pay him no mind."
An Yi casually drew his combat dagger.
He remembered very clearly—this bastard was the one who told him about Shen Muxuan’s wedding!
This idiot started it all!
Wei Xiang panicked. "Yi-ge, spare me!"
"You’re not getting away!"
"I swear, it wasn’t my fault! I didn’t know either!"
"Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?!"
"I just found out! Yi-ge, please, no—!"
Mu Qingyi watched, puzzled, as An Yi proceeded to beat Wei Xiang senseless.
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The wilderness stretched endlessly, cool breezes rustling through the grass.
An Yi and Mu Qingyi walked side by side, fingers intertwined.
Glancing at the ethereal beauty beside him, An Yi sighed inwardly.
Well, a mistake’s a mistake. Not like I’m losing out—free immortal wife.
"How did you end up in the Immortal Sect?" Mu Qingyi asked softly.
"Felt like it," An Yi replied vaguely.
Can’t exactly say I stormed in because Shen Muxuan didn’t return, heard about a wedding, and rescued the wrong person.
That’d be suicide.
Mu Qingyi gazed at him tenderly, cheeks faintly pink.
"Then… when did you start… liking me?"
Crap. No clue.
Thinking fast, An Yi adopted a suave, mysterious smile.
"Love knows no beginning, yet runs deep."
Mu Qingyi froze, turning the words over in her mind. Her eyes shimmered.
An Yi exhaled quietly.
Honestly, he still wasn’t used to this.
This was the woman who’d once threatened to pummel him to death—and Shen Muxuan’s master, no less.
The thought stirred something in him—ahem—guilt.
But as he took in Mu Qingyi’s flawless profile and curvaceous figure, he recalled that night when he’d groped the wrong person.
Her body’s unreal.
Now that she was his… did that mean he could freely—
"An Yi?"
Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Hm? What’s up?"
"Are we really walking back? The Azure Luan Pavilion is far from here."
An Yi scanned the area, spotting a bald patch in the grass. He smirked.
"Watch this."
A whistle. No response.
An Yi pulled out a throwing dart.
Instantly, the half-bald head lifted. The creature stood and trotted over obediently.
It was the horned horse An Yi had trampled into a "balding" state.
"What a clever beast!" Mu Qingyi marveled.
An Yi mounted it with a grin. "Hop on. This thing can cover a thousand miles a day—we’ll be back by nightfall."
"Bullshit!"
The horned horse glared indignantly. Just kill me now!
Mu Qingyi climbed up, wrapping her arms around An Yi’s waist and resting her head against his back.
Then, An Yi felt something incredibly soft press against him.
Worth it.
His resentment toward Wei Xiang—now limping back to the Heavenly Profound Sect bruised and battered—faded slightly.
The horned horse galloped across the wilderness.
Sunset. Evening breeze.
An endless sea of grass, beneath a vast, open sky.
"What exactly happened to Shen Muxuan?" An Yi felt the breeze brush against his face and asked again.
Mu Qingyi hesitated, lowering her voice as she replied, "She... well, you’ll find out once we return to the sect."
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.”
] [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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
