"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.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
