Mu Qingyi stepped out of her bath.
A sheer gauze dress concealed her graceful and alluring figure.
Her perfect bare jade-like feet lightly stepped onto the wooden floor as she walked over with elegant steps.
An Yi glanced briefly. This transparent silk dress, half-concealing and half-revealing, might as well not be worn at all.
"Is it nice?"
Mu Qingyi had already arrived by the window. Looking at An Yi hovering outside, she rested her delicate chin on her hand and asked with a smile.
Her utterly charming appearance made even the usually glib An Yi stammer a bit: "Y-yes, nice... That, right, the flowers."
As he spoke, An Yi remembered something and hurriedly offered the flowers over.
Seeing them, Mu Qingyi was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but break into a smile: "Very beautiful."
"No flower is as beautiful as you."
An Yi regained his usual composure and said with a light laugh: "Stars are love letters the galaxy gives to the moon, and you are the gift the world bestowed upon me."
This line of sweet talk, which An Yi had copied from somewhere, made the inexperienced Mu Qingyi's heart flutter.
Of course, the feeling would have been more genuine if An Yi's gaze wasn't wandering all over her body.
"These flowers..."
Mu Qingyi reached out to take them, raising an eyebrow slightly.
An Yi revealed a roguish smile: "Beautiful, right?"
Shooting a glance at An Yi, Mu Qingyi looked helpless: "You flower thief. Protector Yang nurtured these for a year. If she finds out, she'll beat you to death."
An Yi: "..."
"Come in quickly, it's windy and very cold outside."
Mu Qingyi smiled, extending her delicate hand to grab An Yi's arm and pull him into the room.
As the distance between them closed, the looks in their eyes grew increasingly ambiguous.
"Who's prettier, me or them?"
Mu Qingyi asked, her tone still carrying a hint of jealousy.
"You!"
An Yi declared with righteous conviction.
This was the truth. Looking across the entire Qingyuan Pavilion...
Protector Yang's figure was too slender, Wu Susu's thighs were slightly thick, Liu Yue'e had a bit of a belly, Guoguo was too young with no curves, Wang Yue wore clothes like Pinru's... They simply weren't on the same level as Mu Qingyi!
Shen Muxuan could indeed rival Mu Qingyi, both being in the 9-point category, but they were completely two different types, each with their own merits.
Hearing this, the corners of Mu Qingyi's mouth lifted slightly.
"That... aren't you cold wearing just that?"
An Yi swallowed hard and asked with difficulty.
It's completely empty underneath, vaguely visible, the silk dress is hiding nothing at all!
With just a couple of glances, An Yi felt as if his beastly blood was already boiling.
"Not cold."
Mu Qingyi was slightly startled, then forced a smile as she replied.
Has this guy been kicked in the head by a donkey?
"My hands are warm, let me warm you up."
As he spoke, An Yi's large hand reached up and rested on Mu Qingyi's slender, tender waist.
"Hey, you..."
Mu Qingyi shot An Yi an incredulous, reproachful look.
This guy doesn't follow the script at all, acting on whims without any buildup, just going straight for it.
Their faces drew closer and closer.
Mu Qingyi's heart pounded, her face flushed, and she turned her face slightly aside: "You... you're too young."
She was twenty-nine, and An Yi was only twenty.
So, looking at this still somewhat boyish face, Mu Qingyi felt she couldn't quite bring herself to do it.
After all, initially, he and her disciple should have been the pair.
"What? Young!??"
Upon hearing this, An Yi instantly flew into a rage.
As if his dragon's reverse scale had been touched!
Thanks to the conditioning from the Heavenly Spirit Grass, plus later development, he had already progressed from An Fourteen to An Sixteen!
To actually call him young!
Unforgivable!
Rip! The thin, cicada-wing-like silk dress was torn apart by An Yi's bare hands, turning into a shower of fragments.
Her jade-white, full and voluptuous body was exposed to An Yi's view.
Mu Qingyi hurriedly raised her hands to cover herself, her face showing shyness.
"Be good."
An Yi whispered softly into Mu Qingyi's ear, kissed her cheek, and slowly moved towards her red lips.
Instantly, the inexperienced Mu Qingyi felt her whole body go weak, collapsing into An Yi's arms.
An Yi continued kissing downwards...
"N-no, not there."
Mu Qingyi's jade-like arms held An Yi's head as she murmured softly.
Then, An Yi stopped and switched to the other side.
Mu Qingyi's face was completely flushed; she had never experienced anything like this.
As for An Yi...
Having been tempered by Shangguan Qianqian and Yan Zhi, his experience wasn't extensive, nor could it be called rich.
But he had watched many instructional videos from renowned masters, so his theoretical knowledge was outstanding!
It must be said, compared to Shangguan Qianqian and Yan Zhi, Mu Qingyi offered a completely different sensation.
Mmm, very smooth...
"Master, I'm coming."
An Yi looked at Mu Qingyi, who was lightly biting her lower lip, and spoke.
Mu Qingyi closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and nodded as if having made up her mind.
Not long after.
The scene became amorous, with soft murmurs and the flickering lamplight.
Early the next morning.
An Yi slowly opened his eyes. Outside, the sky was already bright.
"Awake?"
Mu Qingyi asked softly.
She was already fully dressed and doing her makeup.
"Why didn't you sleep a bit more?"
An Yi asked, yawning as he sat up.
They had struggled on until midnight last night, and Mu Qingyi was inexperienced; he thought she would need to rest longer.
"Force of habit... You, put your clothes on first."
Mu Qingyi glanced over and said helplessly.
A roguish smile curled at the corner of An Yi's mouth as he casually grabbed Mu Qingyi's delicate hand, pulling her body into his embrace.
"Stop messing around, I just got dressed properly."
"The plan for the day lies in the morning."
"Alright, alright, stop moving, I'll do it myself!"
Knock knock knock!
A series of knocks sounded at the door.
"Pavilion Master, are you inside?" A gentle voice inquired.
Both An Yi and Mu Qingyi were startled.
That was... Senior Sister Liu's voice?!
"Quick, you need to hide!"
Mu Qingyi, having gotten off him, hastily straightened her dress and urged.
An Yi chuckled, unmoving.
Infuriated, Mu Qingyi made to grab him.
"Alright."
As he spoke, An Yi took out a ghost mask and slowly put it on.
Instantly, his entire person vanished into thin air.
"An... An Yi?"
Mu Qingyi reached out to grab, and immediately a sharp intake of cold breath was heard. Her face flushed crimson: "You... how are you invisible?!"
At that moment, Senior Sister Liu's knocking continued.
"Coming."
Mu Qingyi tidied her clothes and opened the door. Senior Sister Liu walked in slowly.
"Pavilion Master, you look a bit weary. Did you not sleep well last night?" Senior Sister Liu asked curiously, looking at the somewhat tired Mu Qingyi.
Mu Qingyi said with a light smile: "A bit of insomnia. What brings you here, Senior Sister Liu?"
"The Celestial Palace has made a move," Senior Sister Liu said.
"Celestial Palace..."
Hearing this term, Mu Qingyi's eyes lit up slightly.
In the world of immortal sects, the Celestial Palace represented the ruling authority.
But for the past twenty years, they had remained reclusive and aloof from worldly affairs.
Otherwise, how could a heretical sect like the Hundred Ghosts Sect have developed so rapidly?
Delight showed in Mu Qingyi's beautiful eyes: "They've emerged and decided to deal with the Hundred Ghosts Sect?"
Since ancient times, righteousness and evil have been irreconcilable.
As a righteous faction, since the Celestial Palace chose to emerge, how could they tolerate the Hundred Ghosts Sect's rampant arrogance?!
Senior Sister Liu's eyes darkened, and she said through gritted teeth with anger: "They... they said that Muxuan's Heavenly Yin Spirit Veins are the calamitous physique foretold in prophecy to bring disaster to the immortal world! And that the Asura Sect is the source of the calamity, with An Yi being the demon prophesied to bring chaos and suffering to the world!"
"What?!"
Mu Qingyi's beautiful face turned deathly pale.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
