Shangguan Qianqian!
An Yi's eyes suddenly turned sharp.
Only after seeing that Shangguan Qianqian was unharmed did his gaze soften a little.
At this moment, Shangguan Qianqian was wearing a red dress identical to Murong Qinghong's, her hands and feet bound, and her mouth gagged with cloth.
Her flawlessly beautiful, cool jade-like face, with a strand of long hair gently hanging down, instead exuded a lazy kind of charm.
Her slender, exposed willow waist was so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with a single hand.
Her tall, graceful figure, bound by ropes, only served to accentuate its well-developed curves!
Her full, straight, jade-like legs were stretched out sideways due to her bound-hands sitting posture, the high slit of her skirt revealing tender white skin, a sight that could stir a feverish impulse in any man!
Seeing the ox-head's infatuated look, Murong Qinghong's lips curled into a strange smile: Didn't I lie? Isn't she prettier than me?
What nonsense are you spouting!
An Yi stopped his foolish grin and then put on a stern ox-face.
Hearing this, Murong Qinghong covered her mouth with a delicate laugh: I have to admit defeat, I'm past my youthful prime now.
The two of you simply can't be compared. Look at this woman, how handsome she is! How old you are! An Yi said seriously with a stern face.
Murong Qinghong's face darkened, veins bulging on her forehead.
She wanted to beat this beast to death!
The moment Shangguan Qianqian saw the ox-headed man, a glimmer of hopeful light flashed deep in her eyes.
It's An Yi!
From the first glance at this ox-head, she had recognized An Yi's identity.
No matter what form he took, the look in his eyes couldn't deceive.
But, we are to be married in the future. You wouldn't mind me doing this kind of thing right in front of you, would you?
An Yi, with a simple and honest demeanor, rubbed his big head and chuckled.
Vulgar beast!
Murong Qinghong clenched her teeth, yet her smile was as bright as flowers: You don't mind that I've had a child, why would I mind such a trivial matter?
Haha, then I won't stand on ceremony.
As he spoke, An Yi's large hand directly lifted Shangguan Qianqian up.
Shangguan Qianqian, standing 1.72 meters tall, appeared so slender and delicate in front of the 2.5-meter-tall An Yi, her graceful figure seeming utterly fragile.
The hideously ugly ox-headed giant, holding the rose-like beautiful girl.
A live-action version of Beauty and the Beast!
Shangguan Qianqian's face showed terror as she struggled constantly.
An Yi roared with laughter, looking at Shangguan Qianqian's full, rounded buttocks.
With a slap from his big hand, a wave of ripples trembled across them!
Haha, this feels great, looks like she can definitely bear sons!
An Yi grinned, revealing a lewd smile.
Shangguan Qianqian flushed with anger, struggling even more fiercely.
Hearing the words "bear sons," a cold light flashed in Murong Qinghong's eyes, then she chuckled lightly: As long as you like her. I won't disturb you any further, Ox-head Chen. Enjoy yourself slowly.
With that, Murong Qinghong slowly closed the door.
By now, An Yi couldn't wait any longer. He used his hands to tear apart the ropes.
Shangguan Qianqian struggled, but couldn't break free from An Yi's large hands at all.
Hahaha!
An Yi, transformed into the ox-head, continued to laugh wildly and unrestrainedly.
Then, he pulled out the cloth gagging Shangguan Qianqian's mouth.
"Don't you—"
Before Shangguan Qianqian's fearful scream could form words, the ox-head's foul-smelling large mouth sealed her cherry lips.
The scene was like cupping therapy!
Shangguan Qianqian's red dress was disheveled, already half torn off, her long hair slightly messy, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, her jade-like hands continuously pounding the ox-headed man's chest.
But her strength was too weak; she couldn't break free from the ox-headed man's arms at all, and could only let him manipulate her.
Outside the door, Murong Qinghong, peeking in, felt she could hardly bear to watch Shangguan Qianqian's miserable state herself.
The long kiss ended.
Shangguan Qianqian cried out with a sob in her voice: "Get away, get away from me..."
"Hahaha, damn, she's so fragrant, these are so tender..."
An Yi laughed wildly, his hands roaming, crude words pouring out continuously.
Slowly, Shangguan Qianqian stopped struggling, her expression changed, and she whispered softly: "She's gone far away now."
"I heard."
An Yi revealed a mischievous smile: "Not bad for an actress, your acting is pretty good."
"You're not bad either, though your acting was a bit over the top. Polish it up a bit and I might reluctantly take you on for a role in the future."
Shangguan Qianqian wiped her feigned tears, her red lips curling up slightly.
Seeing this woman's soul-stirring look, An Yi genuinely felt a stirring of desire.
He had personally verified just how intoxicating this woman could be.
Ever since that time in the Hongtian Secret Realm, no matter what artistic films An Yi watched or which teacher's masterpieces he observed, they all seemed utterly inferior and unappealing!
"Come on, Qianqian, it's been so long since we've seen each other. Let's kiss again!"
An Yi thrust his ox-head forward, grinning wildly.
Then, his face was pinched by Shangguan Qianqian's jade-like hand.
"How many cloves of garlic did you eat?" Shangguan Qianqian chided him with a glance.
"Tsk, you endured it just fine earlier."
Though Shangguan Qianqian appeared cold and kept others at a distance,
for An Yi, she was always accommodating.
"So, what's the plan now? We're not going to fake it till we make it, are we?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow and asked.
He really didn't want Murong Qinghong to get a cheap look and see his secret weapon.
She can't look either!
Shangguan Qianqian said quietly: "Did you see the note I gave you?"
An Yi nodded: "Murong Qinghong doesn't have real authority in the Heavenly Palace; she's suppressed everywhere. Based on my guess, her own younger brother, Murong Xiao, wants to usurp the throne!"
Shangguan Qianqian said seriously.
According to the information she had gathered these past few days, the Heavenly Palace had always been dominated by the Xing family.
But ever since twenty years ago, when Xing Yunjun launched a frenzied massacre for a woman, causing the Heavenly Palace's strength to plummet,
after Xing Yunjun's death, Murong Qinghong had no heirs.
The position of Heavenly Palace Master should have been inherited by Xing Yunhai!
Unexpectedly, Murong Qinghong, a woman, forcibly seized power with the support of the Murong family.
Therefore, the outside world did not support Murong Qinghong, this usurper.
This also led to Murong Qinghong's purge of the Xing family collateral branches in the Heavenly Palace twenty years ago, causing the ruling immortal sect, the Heavenly Palace, to see its strength drastically decline due to internal strife.
Internal divisions emerged! This formed the current situation with the four great families.
And Murong Qinghong controls the Heavenly Palace with the support of the Murong family.
Thus, the head of the Murong family, Murong Xiao, has started to feel restless.
This woman doesn't even have an heir, yet wants to inherit the position. It's inherently illegitimate, a blatant seizure of power and usurpation.
In that case, why shouldn't he just become the Heavenly Palace Master himself!
Under the temptation of power, familial bonds can be very fragile!
Hearing Shangguan Qianqian's explanation, An Yi understood that the intricacies here were more complex than he had imagined.
Then, An Yi pondered and said: "In that case, what kind of medicine is this woman Murong Qinghong selling with her public search for a husband?"
Back then, Murong Qinghong didn't use the experts from the various powerful sects, but specifically picked young men under thirty as potential husbands. It definitely couldn't be simply because she was lonely.
After all, sometimes a vegetable could solve the problem, so why make such a big fuss?
Shangguan Qianqian softly revealed the secret: "She wants to refine puppets!"
An Yi: ...
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?"
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."
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.
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.”
