The passion that had finally ignited wasn't so easy to extinguish!
An Yi wanted to force the issue, but was ultimately pushed back by Shen Muxuan, who insisted he brush his teeth before he could kiss her.
Forced into a corner, An Yi had no choice but to grab his toothbrush. He squatted on the attic balcony and brushed his teeth with frantic speed.
What's up with this girl? How did she get so strong?
An Yi muttered to himself inwardly.
Originally, while Shen Muxuan could crush a glass with her bare hands, without using her ice spiritual power, she couldn't really be considered a top fighter.
However, ever since resolving the troubles of her Heavenly Yin spiritual vein, her strength had skyrocketed.
As for her exact level of cultivation, even he couldn't quite figure it out.
"Brushing your teeth in the middle of the day?"
Bai Xiu's lazy figure sauntered over, raising an eyebrow as he asked.
Seeing Bai Xiu arrive, An Yi couldn't help but shoot him a glance: "You, what are you doing here in the middle of the day instead of sleeping?"
This guy really knew how to pick his timing.
Couldn't he see a major project was in the works here!
Bai Xiu chuckled lightly: "What, not welcome?"
An Yi waved a hand dismissively: "Take care, see you out."
"Tsk tsk, looted so much gold, where to put it all!" Bai Xiu said with a sigh, hands clasped behind his back.
"Brother, where are you going?!"
In the attic room.
Shen Muxuan was steeping tea to the side.
An Yi respectfully handed Bai Xiu a cup of water: "Brother, please!"
Bai Xiu took a couple of sips, glanced at him, and said calmly, "The Demonic Heaven Sect and Jade Mountain Sect are the richest, the Fire Ghost Sect is the poorest, the Blazing Sword Manor was all swords, but I pawned them, and then there's some silk, jewelry..."
An Yi frowned, raising a hand: "Get to the point. How much money was seized?"
"All added up, a rough calculation would be about three hundred thousand taels of gold, but that's just an estimate," Bai Xiu said thoughtfully.
"Holy crap! That much!"
An Yi was shocked.
Spending a night with a top courtesan cost about one tael of gold.
Calculating it that way, he could sleep with a top courtesan three hundred thousand times... terrifying!
Even an iron-clad courtesan couldn't withstand that!
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
The system's ill-timed voice rang out.
"Brother Bai, where's the money!"
An Yi patted Bai Xiu's shoulder, asking seriously.
Bai Xiu said, "Ning Er is watching over it. He said he's proficient in financial management, so I handed it to him."
"Bullshit!"
"Even a pig would be smarter than him."
An Yi was quite angry, waving a hand grandly: "Let's go, take a look!"
Arriving at the warehouse, An Yi was dumbfounded.
Gold!
It was all gold! Like mountains and seas, gleaming gold everywhere.
The direct impact of so much wealth made An Yi feel a bit dizzy.
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please rep...
The system's voice in An Yi's mind seemed to have gone haywire, exploding incessantly.
But An Yi was already lost in this ocean of gold, hearing nothing.
"One, two, three, four... ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six, ninety-nine!"
Shen Muxuan extended her fingers, carefully counting the amount of gold.
She had worked as a cashier at a supermarket.
She considered herself to have some unique insight into numbers, but she simply couldn't count the gold before her.
In a corner of the warehouse, the floor was covered with sheets of white paper.
Ning Er sat on the ground, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, holding a brush, counting the gold over and over again.
Beneath him was a pile of fallen hair.
Bai Xiu walked over, patted Ning Er's shoulder, and asked, "Second brother, how's the inventory going?"
"Big brother..."
Ning Er suddenly snapped back to reality, staring blankly at him: "Big brother, what number comes after nine hundred and ninety-nine?"
Bai Xiu: "..."
Shen Muxuan, hearing this, happily raised her hand: "It's nine hundred and ninety-eight!"
An Yi: "..."
Looking at the table where Ning Er had covered the paper with the traditional Chinese characters for 'Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine', An Yi understood more than ever the importance of Arabic numerals.
Ning Er gripped his brush in thought: "After nine hundred and ninety-eight, the next one is nine hundred and ninety-nine... Hiss, that's not right!"
"No need to count. There are precisely fifty-seven thousand eight hundred and twenty-five taels of gold here!" An Yi said leisurely, hands behind his back.
Shen Muxuan was astonished, showing a look of admiration: "An Yi, you're amazing!"
"Simple."
The corners of An Yi's mouth curled into a roguish smile.
Because the system, eager for money, had already calculated it for him and automatically converted it into RMB.
"Alright then, I'll leave the money to you. After sorting it out, I'm going to sleep."
Bai Xiu said with a yawn.
He never liked trouble, so when Ning Er volunteered to manage the money, he handed it over without a second thought.
An Yi chuckled: "Don't worry, no problem leaving it to me!"
As he spoke, the money was credited, and An Yi's system balance reached a terrifying figure.
Of course, because the assets were looted by An Yi...
Suddenly, without warning, abruptly, and catching him completely off guard, it triggered the [Demon Fund]!
The gold doubled!
An Yi felt greatly relieved, but before he could rejoice, the system's voice immediately rang out.
Ding! Automatically repaying 2.034 billion! Host has good credit, please continue to maintain it!
Thus, An Yi watched helplessly as the number shrank drastically.
"Damn it! Stupid system!" Just like that, his over two billion was gone???
An Yi was furious; that was all money.
But fortunately, the remaining system balance was still quite pleasing.
It is known that one tael of gold from the immortal sects is approximately 30 grams.
According to the secular world's gold price, how much is over five hundred thousand taels of gold worth?
Such matters are for readers to calculate; An Yi never wastes time on boring questions like these.
"Use part of this money to repair the Azure Kite Pavilion first, then use another part to reward the brothers. Store the rest as reserve funds for the Asura Gate."
An Yi casually thought it through and made the allocation.
Beside him, Bai Xiu looked at An Yi in shock, his dead-fish eyes wide open.
This guy was possessed!
He wasn't taking a single penny for himself???
"Are you okay?"
Shen Muxuan carefully felt An Yi's forehead, and only after confirming he didn't have a fever did she slowly withdraw her jade-like hand.
An An Yi who wasn't greedy for money felt incredibly unfamiliar to her.
"Don't look at me with those strange eyes. As the master of the Asura Gate, everything must be for the sake of the sect," An Yi said seriously.
The corners of Bai Xiu's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at An Yi, feeling a wave of emotion.
Time tempers a person and makes them grow.
This kid was finally starting to act a bit like a sect master.
"Finished counting, let's go."
An Yi said with a carefree expression.
Joking aside, with the Demon Fund doubling it, why would he care about a few taels of gold?
Anyway, the Asura Gate was his. If he ran out of money on hand, he could just take more later.
Bai Xiu said thoughtfully, "What are your plans regarding the five major sects?"
"What plans?" An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Leaving those mountain strongholds empty and going to waste would be a pity."
Bai Xiu said calmly.
Hearing this, An Yi pondered slightly: "You mean, continue expanding the Asura Gate?"
"Now we have the space, we're not short on money, we're just a bit lacking in manpower."
"I'm just making a suggestion. Whether to implement it or not is up to you next," Bai Xiu said with a shrug.
After thinking it over, An Yi said seriously, "Hmm, then I'll leave it to you."
"Get lost! I'm not doing it!" Bai Xiu shot him a glance.
Ning Er, hearing this, immediately perked up: "Your humble servant excels at recruiting talents. Perhaps—"
"When are Lin Chen and the others coming?"
An Yi mercilessly interrupted Ning Er's words and asked.
Bai Xiu thought for a moment: "Probably within the next couple of days."
Then let's wait for now and leave it to them. An Yi said seriously.
Bai Xiu said earnestly: That's what I think too.
The two exchanged a look, having reached a consensus.
Could the big boss who single-handedly rules Hong Kong Island, the God of Death, not manage a few hills properly!?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
