Old man, your family's horned horse is no good, it's way too ugly.
Tsk tsk, so ugly! Watch me give it a new hairstyle!
Look, a receding hairline is forever the best!
An Yi withdrew his large hand, which seemed to be burning with flames, from the horned horse's head.
Instantly, the horse's forehead turned into a bald spot!
Xu Kang clenched his fists, his face dark, not saying a word.
In the immortal sects, a horned horse was equivalent to a car in the mortal world. It wasn't just for transportation; more importantly, it was for showing off status and flaunting!
As the mount of the Heavenly Palace's Palace Lord, this horned horse was naturally extraordinary. It was a level four demon beast, a royal breed among horses.
Now, after being slapped into a receding hairline by An Yi, how could he ever lead it out in public again!!!
Hold back, hold back. This guy won't live for many more days.
Xu Kang reminded himself, suppressing his anger.
An Yi grinned and asked curiously, "Old man, why is your Palace Lord calling for me in the middle of the night?"
Xu Kang forced a smile. "How could an old man like me guess the Palace Lord's thoughts? Lord Niutou Chen will know once you arrive."
"Tell me, is that woman feeling lonely?"
An Yi winked and asked with a laugh.
Now, with his bull-head appearance, he looked indescribably lecherous.
Xu Kang kept his mouth shut.
"To be honest, I'm quite curious. As we all know, when men reach a certain level, having three wives and four concubines isn't enough anymore. They go straight for thirty-six palaces and seventy-two courtyards. Is the Heavenly Palace's Palace Lord usually really this proper?"
An Yi continued asking, looking curious.
Xu Kang remained silent.
"Come on, you're so close to the Heavenly Palace's Palace Lord, you can't possibly not know. Tell me quickly, does the Palace Lord have any romantic affairs?"
An Yi chattered on, asking incessantly, growing more and more curious. Then, as if a lightbulb went off, he said, "Old man, don't tell me you have something going on with the Palace Lord! No wonder you look so radiant and vigorous every day."
Xu Kang finally couldn't hold back anymore. Gritting his teeth, he squeezed out the words, "Lord Niutou Chen, the Palace Lord will be your wife in the future. Isn't it inappropriate to speak like this?"
"I don't mind, so why do you? Look at who I am! A Minotaur! Another term for it is NTR! I'm not afraid of being cuckolded!"
An Yi declared righteously.
Xu Kang took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his emotions.
He wanted to hit this Minotaur, but was afraid he couldn't win.
"We're here!" Xu Kang announced.
Unconsciously, the horned horse had trotted across the sky bridge and arrived on the floating island.
This was precisely the bedchamber of the Heavenly Palace's Palace Lord!
"So fast."
An Yi got down, looked at Xu Kang, and with a smile, warmly invited, "Old man, want to join us?"
Xu Kang, holding the horned horse's reins, trembled with suppressed rage.
"Tch, boring."
An Yi looked at the brightly lit palace, his eyes turning cold, revealing a hint of killing intent.
"Hah, a banquet at Hongmen?"
Inside the palace.
Murong Qinghong was mixing a silver, mercury-like medicinal liquid.
Her beautiful face showed a trace of sinister coldness.
That Minotaur's strength completely met her expectations. Through these secretly refined drugs of the Heavenly Palace, she could definitely turn him into a complete monster.
However, completely controlling a Minotaur turned monster wouldn't be easy.
Murong Qinghong knew one method that might work.
That was, seduction arts!
Using a bewitching power to firmly grasp his heart and soul before he fully transformed into a monster.
But fully utilizing bewitchment for control wasn't easy either.
Therefore, Murong Qinghong had even prepared to sacrifice her chastity.
If the target had been Lin Chen, she might have reluctantly agreed.
But the thought of it being an ugly Minotaur made Murong Qinghong's heart surge with uncontrollable anger.
However, now she had thought of a better method!
Murong Qinghong's gaze turned towards the adjacent room, growing even colder.
If she didn't torment this cheap disciple of hers, she wouldn't be satisfied!
"Palace Lord, your humble servant pays his respects!"
With a bang, the door was kicked open by An Yi.
Murong Qinghong was startled, nearly jumping out of her skin, almost spilling the silver liquid she was mixing.
At the doorway, the tall, burly figure of a bull-headed man was frozen in the crude motion of kicking the door.
That scene was something even horror movies wouldn't dare to depict!
Murong Qinghong's expression changed slightly. She quickly put away the bottle containing the silver medicinal liquid.
The corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile as she went to greet him, saying softly, "You've come."
It must be said, Murong Qinghong's acting skills were quite good.
At this moment, she wore a soul-stirring red dress, her slender, bare waist showing not a trace of fat. Below were a pair of plump, rounded white legs!
Slender waist, perky buttocks—she had it all!
An Yi nodded inwardly. She was indeed a woman full of charm.
"Heheh, woman, what are you up to!"
An Yi, disguised as the Minotaur, made a lewd grin and was about to pounce.
Murong Qinghong's face changed slightly.
The Minotaur's eagerness meant she hardly needed to seduce him at all!
It must be said, An Yi's transformed two-and-a-half-meter-tall bull-headed giant had quite an intimidating presence.
Just looking at him made Murong Qinghong feel suffocated.
Subconsciously, her gaze drifted downwards.
So tall and strong... down there...
Could her body withstand it?!
In the moment she was lost in thought, An Yi's large hand had already landed on her slender waist.
"Hahaha, not bad, this waist," An Yi praised.
Murong Qinghong lowered her head, pretending to be shy with a shallow smile.
An Yi patted it. "Looks like you've given birth."
Murong Qinghong's eyes turned cold, but she continued with a soft, smiling voice, "What nonsense are you talking about? My husband died twenty years ago. How could I have a child?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. If I'm not mistaken, you were probably pregnant about four or five years ago," An Yi said with a chuckle.
His medical skills were maxed out. How could Murong Qinghong hide anything from his eyes?
Murong Qinghong's eyes turned icy cold.
This was her secret!
"It's fine, it's just a child. I don't mind!"
An Yi grinned, revealing a silly smile. "Come on, the night is short and springtime fleeting, we can't afford to waste it!"
Then, An Yi puckered his bull-headed lips, moving in for a kiss.
Murong Qinghong closed her eyes, resisting the disgust.
The distance between them grew smaller and smaller.
And then, that strong smell of garlic grew stronger and stronger!
Murong Qinghong opened her eyes. Seeing the ugly face getting closer and closer, she almost vomited.
"Wait!"
Murong Qinghong quickly said.
An Yi put on an angry expression, opening his eyes wide in fury. "Woman, what are you trying to pull now! I'm telling you, today is the day!"
Thank goodness she stopped me in time!
An Yi also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This woman was loose. Her husband died twenty years ago, yet she could get pregnant and have a child four or five years ago. Who knows who she had it with!
"A pair of jade arms for a thousand pillows to rest on, half a vermilion mouth for ten thousand to taste."
An Yi couldn't bring himself to kiss that.
Who knows what this woman's mouth had been used for.
"Don't be so hasty!"
Murong Qinghong raised a finger, blocking An Yi's large mouth.
She still couldn't do it!
"Woman, are you messing with me?!"
An Yi acted furious, hopping mad, looking like he was about to wreck the place.
Murong Qinghong showed a smile, soothing him, "Don't be impatient. This servant is now old and fading. How about letting you taste a younger woman?"
"What younger woman?"
An Yi wiped his drool. "You mean the female soldiers outside? Great, great!"
"Those are just common beauties, how can they compare to this one!"
As she spoke, Murong Qinghong's lips curled into a strange smile, and she opened the door to the adjacent room.
Inside, bound and gagged, was Shangguan Qianqian!
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
