"You dummy, why would I want your money!"
An Yi turned his body sideways, hiding his slightly reddened eyes from Lan Ruoxi.
Lan Ruoxi gently bit her lower lip. "But you..."
"No buts!"
An Yi spoke with stubborn determination.
He, An Yi, even if he were to drop dead from rage or jump right off this building, would never take a single cent from Lan Ruoxi!
This was his bottom line as a man!
Lan Ruoxi looked at An Yi, her beautiful eyes rippling with emotion.
She knew very well that this guy wasn't usually someone with strong principles, so she couldn't understand why he was being so obstinate today.
However, she figured he would probably be fine once he thought it through.
"Keep the money. If the day comes when you really want to give it to me, it has to be in the form of a dowry!"
An Yi looked into her eyes and spoke seriously.
It wasn't a particularly sweet sentence, yet it instantly threw Lan Ruoxi's heart into disarray.
"I..."
Lan Ruoxi's voice choked up. She couldn't even form a complete sentence as crystal-clear tears spilled down her exquisitely beautiful face.
Seeing her face bathed in tears like a pear blossom in the rain, An Yi felt a bit flustered. "No, wait, you silly girl, what are you crying for..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sweet kiss quietly assaulted him.
Looking at the proactive Lan Ruoxi, An Yi's gaze softened, and he gently wrapped his arms around her soft, tender body.
At this moment, Lan Ruoxi was dressed in business attire.
Her already curvaceous body appeared even more enchanting outlined by her pencil skirt. Yet, paired with the innocent face of a good girl, it made it all the more easy for someone to lose themselves.
This was the absolute pinnacle of the "pure yet seductive" style!
Lan Ruoxi's breathing was a bit chaotic. She closed her eyes then slowly opened them, looking at An Yi, who was already kissing down her neck and reaching out to unbutton her blouse. She mustered her courage and whispered softly, "Tonight, can... can you stay..."
An Yi did not speak.
Instead, he proved his answer with his actions.
...
After a night of passion.
The dense rain outside the window had ceased, and the faint morning sunlight refracted through the glass.
An Yi felt a bit suffocated. Afraid of waking Lan Ruoxi, he gently extricated his head from her embrace.
Looking at the sleeping Lan Ruoxi beside him on the pillow, An Yi sighed softly.
Did he overdo it a bit? After all, he was An Shiliu, while this girl was just an ordinary person.
But he couldn't control that kind of thing!
Moreover, Lan Ruoxi was simply too gentle; she didn't know how to refuse any of his demands.
"You're awake?"
Lan Ruoxi slowly opened her eyes. Looking at him, a sweet smile surfaced at the corners of her mouth.
Everything from last night felt like a dream, making her feel as if it weren't quite real.
"Sleep a bit longer. I'll make you breakfast."
An Yi chuckled softly, preparing to make his specialty: boiled instant noodles.
Lan Ruoxi smiled and nodded. "Mhm."
Seeing Lan Ruoxi's quiet and lovely appearance, An Yi lowered his head, intending to kiss her.
However, Lan Ruoxi blushed and reached out to cover his mouth, stammering, "I... I'll go brush my teeth first. Last night... did, did you forget?"
An Yi: "..."
...
Imperial Capital.
A quiet and elegant café seemed out of place amidst the bustling street nightscape.
A man wearing a black cloak held a spoon, gently stirring his coffee as he watched the endless stream of traffic outside.
Sugar cube after sugar cube was added, again and again.
But his attention was clearly not on the drink. The coffee was almost cold, yet he hadn't taken a single sip.
"Sir, are you leaving?"
A cute girl wearing cat ears and a maid outfit walked over and asked with a face full of anticipation.
Her accent was not standard and sounded a bit strained.
The man raised his head, revealing a smiling, gentle face. "No, I'm waiting for someone."
"Idiot, you've been sitting here all day. Wait for your grandpa!"
Ziyue muttered under her breath.
She was ready to close up and get off work, but this man had sat there from morning till night, occupying a seat for the entire day without moving an inch.
The man said with a smile, "If a girl uses foul language, she might have trouble getting married, you know."
Hearing this, Ziyue's eyes widened slightly, and she clutched her tray, retreating several steps.
Just now, she had spoken in the language of the Ancient Continent!
This man could understand it!
"Who... who exactly are you?"
Purple light rippled in Ziyue's eyes, and a wisp of tiny lightning flickered.
The man seemed unaware, maintaining his calm demeanor as he added more sugar cubes and stirred the coffee with his spoon.
"Ziyue, be careful."
At that moment, a tall, slender figure suddenly appeared, blocking the space between the two.
The newcomer was dressed in a handsome waiter's uniform, with soft, slightly long black hair and a fair, handsome face that looked somewhat delicate.
But the cloaked man knew that this kid was not delicate in the slightest.
"Xiao Ye!"
Ziyue moved behind him, her expression settling as if she had found her pillar of support.
The man calmly picked up the coffee, into which he had added an unknown number of sugar cubes, and drank it all in one gulp. His tightly furrowed brows only relaxed slightly after a long moment. "Who invented such a terrible-tasting thing?"
"Who is Your Excellency?"
Xiao Ye spoke slowly, his gentle voice carrying a hint of wariness.
"A nobody. It is only right that the Sword Venerable does not recognize me," the man said calmly, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.
Xiao Ye said languidly, "A nobody with such strength is truly a rare sight."
The man curved his lips into a smile. "Don't be nervous. I have no hostile intentions. I have no desire to make an enemy of the legendary Sword Venerable."
Xiao Ye did not speak, quietly waiting for the other party to continue.
"I am Nie Xuan, Sect Master of the Hundred Ghosts Sect!"
The man finally spoke, revealing his identity.
Xiao Ye's eyes turned slightly cold.
He didn't know this man's background, but the terrifying pressure radiating from him made even Xiao Ye feel a tremble in his heart.
Ziyue extended her sharp fingernails, a fierce look appearing on her face.
Nie Xuan spoke slowly, "You are very strong. It is a waste for you to stay in the Shura Sect."
His intention was obvious.
He wanted to recruit Xiao Ye!
In his eyes, this world was already like something in his pocket.
But what he truly lacked were people to help him conquer it.
Among the masses, he had set his sights on two people.
One was Xiao Ye, the Blind Sword Venerable of the Tower of Heaven from the Ancient Continent.
The other was Zhang Fan.
"I appreciate the high regard, but Xiao has no desire to get involved in too many disputes right now," Xiao Ye voiced his refusal politely.
Nie Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Heh, then why choose the Shura Sect? Could it be you feel that kid, who is like a stray dog, is a overlord worth following?"
Xiao Ye's calm voice revealed a chilling killing intent. "That has nothing to do with Your Excellency, does it?"
Nie Xuan laughed. "Haha, indeed it doesn't."
He didn't want to push this kid too far.
The Sword Venerable of the Tower of Heaven was not an easy character to deal with.
Nie Xuan stood up and put on his hood. As he prepared to push open the shop door, his figure paused briefly. "If the Sword Venerable changes his mind, the Hundred Ghosts Sect welcomes you at any time!"
With that, Nie Xuan pushed the door open and left.
His slightly colorful silhouette slowly faded into the brightly lit street until it vanished.
"Who... who was he? He's so scary!"
Ziyue pressed close to Xiao Ye, looking frightened.
The Hundred Ghosts Sect...
Wasn't the organization that captured her back then the Hundred Ghosts Sect!
Was this guy the boss of those people?
Xiao Ye looked thoughtful and remained silent for a long time.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
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, 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?"
