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!?
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.”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
] [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!"
