"Stay still, don't move."
"It hurts, An Yi, it really hurts!"
"It's fine, you'll get used to it. Let me take a look first."
In the attic.
An Yi pried open Shen Muxuan's eyes with his fingers, carefully examining the color of her pupils under the beam of a flashlight.
After a moment, he turned off the flashlight, his expression turning grave.
"So... how is it?"
Shen Muxuan wiped her tears and rubbed her eyes as she asked.
An Yi forced a grin and boasted, "Just a minor issue! Since when has there been an illness I, An Yi, couldn't cure? Leave it to me!"
Shen Muxuan smiled sweetly.
Whenever An Yi spoke like this, he was usually just bluffing.
But just being able to see him again made her feel like everything was worth it. She was truly happy.
An Yi's face darkened.
He really couldn't cure her.
He had thought his maxed-out medical skills would make dealing with Shen Muxuan's condition a piece of cake.
But he never expected that Shen Muxuan wasn't actually sick—it was her innate spiritual veins causing the problem.
Like the natural cycle of life and death.
Her Heavenly Yin Veins were autonomously gathering spiritual energy, causing an alarming buildup of power within her body.
Yet, her constitution couldn't release this overwhelming energy.
If this continued, Shen Muxuan wouldn’t last another year—she would inevitably die a violent death.
Her blindness was just the beginning.
"An Yi, you know..."
Shen Muxuan held his hand, her expression complicated. "Master... Master got married."
Knowing she didn’t have much time left, she had once tried to set An Yi up with her master.
But who would’ve thought that Mu Qingyi would sacrifice herself for the sect, agreeing to a political marriage with the Tianxuan Sect?
After this separation, seeing her again would be difficult.
"Yeah, I know." An Yi chuckled lightly.
Mentioning this painful topic made Shen Muxuan’s eyes redden again. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
An Yi felt a pang of guilt and ruffled her hair. "Don’t worry, I’ll bring your master back."
Shen Muxuan: "…?"
Ahem. "Anyway, it’s getting late. Time to sleep."
An Yi quickly changed the subject.
He still wasn’t sure how to explain Mu Qingyi’s situation to Shen Muxuan.
Night deepened.
Shen Muxuan nestled in An Yi’s arms, eyes closed, breathing in his familiar scent as a faint smile graced her lips.
She had missed him—every single day.
Originally, she had planned to return to the sect for treatment and come back to the mortal world in three months.
But she never expected the Heavenly Yin Veins’ spiritual energy to invade her body, robbing her of her sight.
After this, death wouldn’t be far behind.
So, she had intended to quietly fade out of An Yi’s life.
Yet, against all odds, An Yi had come to the Immortal Sect himself.
It all felt like a dream—even now, she could hardly believe it.
Shen Muxuan opened her eyes, though she saw nothing.
Gently, she reached up and traced her fingers along An Yi’s face, trying to memorize his features by touch.
"Muxuan," An Yi called softly.
She smiled. "I can’t see you, so I just wanted to know if you’ve changed at all since we last met."
An Yi: "Stop poking. That’s my nostril."
Shen Muxuan: "…"
An Yi turned and wrapped an arm around her slender waist, pulling her soft, fragrant body close. "Don’t worry," he whispered. "I’ll heal your eyes. Everything will be alright."
Shen Muxuan swatted away the hand creeping toward her backside and nodded cheerfully. "Mm."
Before long, she clung to his arm and drifted into a deep sleep.
An Yi gazed at her breathtakingly beautiful face, peaceful in slumber, and sighed.
"Sleeping in clothes is so uncomfortable..."
Still, he couldn’t ignore the overwhelming softness pressed against him. Muxuan has really grown up...
Then, a bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over them.
Shen Muxuan’s body radiated an icy aura, freezing to the touch.
The arm she held was nearly numb, his blood turning to ice.
Midnight?
An Yi frowned.
Midnight—the hours between 11 PM and 1 AM—was when the Heavenly Yin Veins absorbed spiritual energy most intensely.
Sure enough, faint glimmers of light flickered around Shen Muxuan’s body.
Soon, her delicate frame turned deathly cold, frost forming on her long lashes.
An Yi’s arm had lost all sensation, frozen solid.
This is terrifying!
Even with his peak Void Realm cultivation, he could barely withstand it. Then what about Muxuan...?
"Cold... so cold..."
Shen Muxuan whimpered in pain, her brows furrowed. She released his arm and curled into a shivering ball.
An Yi turned and pulled her tightly against him.
Crimson flames of fire-attribute spiritual energy swirled around them.
"Shh... you’re warm now," he murmured.
Feeling the heat, Shen Muxuan’s tense expression softened slightly.
An Yi, now encased in ice like a statue, smiled faintly at the sight.
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"The sky has cleared!"
Shen Muxuan stretched out a hand, basking in the sunlight with a sweet smile.
An Yi glanced around and couldn’t help but marvel.
The Qingyuan Pavilion is entirely made up of women!
The Immortal Sect’s pocket dimension was rich in spiritual energy, and perhaps because of the nurturing environment, every girl here was strikingly beautiful.
From budding young maidens to radiant teens, from voluptuous ladies to elegant mature women—each was a sight to behold.
Looking around, the scene felt like stepping into a spider den—no, even a spider den would be nothing, with just seven spiders at most!
However, with Shen Muxuan standing beside him, the other girls suddenly didn’t seem all that attractive anymore.
No surprise there. A girl rated 9 by the system had looks so overpowering that comparisons were pointless.
How could there be a man here?!
Exactly! Where did this man come from?!
Absurd! Since when could men enter the Qingyuan Pavilion? Aren’t we in danger?!
The women of Qingyuan Pavilion frowned, their expressions furious, yet their eyes kept stealing glances at An Yi, waves of emotion flickering in their gazes.
It couldn’t be helped.
This place was filled with women—a man hadn’t set foot here in centuries. They were practically starving.
And An Yi happened to be the exceptionally handsome type, his face and physique nearly flawless in their eyes.
Women rated 9 by the system were rare, and men were no exception. An Yi’s looks were a genuine 9.0.
"Shen-shimei, who is this…?"
A charming woman in her thirties eyed An Yi up and down, a smile playing on her lips as she asked.
Shen Muxuan clung to An Yi’s arm and declared proudly, "Aunt Wang, this is An Yi, my boyfriend."
"My, what a strikingly handsome young man."
Wang Yue stared at An Yi’s tall, well-built figure with a wolfish gaze, her body growing weak, her clothes practically soaked through.
An Yi gave her a sidelong glance.
On the surface, she was a woman in her thirties, but her mature charm was undeniable—a fine specimen of a cougar.
Too bad she stood no chance against his ironclad willpower.
His eyes lingered briefly on the curve of her waist and hips before he smirked dismissively.
Ahem!
Protector Yang, who had appeared the night before, cleared his throat.
Wang Yue snapped out of her daze and quickly said, "Protector Yang, what brings you here?"
"Elder Wang, the Pavilion Master requests your presence," Protector Yang said with a respectful clasp of his hands.
Wang Yue was notorious for her insatiable appetite.
And this young man in front of her looked fresh and tender—ripe for the taking.
"The Pavilion Master? Didn’t she get married?" Wang Yue blinked in confusion.
Protector Yang sighed. "She’s back."
"What? Shifu is back?"
Shen Muxuan’s face lit up with joy.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
