Long Tianyuan returned to the jade pendant.
An Yi looked at Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan also looked at An Yi. Both of them revealed a hint of shock in their expressions.
Staring at Zhang Fan, An Yi fell into deep thought.
His disciple Fang Jueming had a system of endless boxing, and Wang Yuan had a system of getting stronger by being cuckolded.
Those two were easy to explain, as he gave them the systems himself; they were subordinate systems to his Villain System.
Bai Xiu seemed to have a system as well.
He was only guessing, though, since that kid was too bizarre, sleeping all day long.
He hadn't expected that Zhang Fan would also have a system.
This made An Yi feel incredibly melancholic.
It felt like he had won the heart of a beautiful widow, only to discover that she had other men, and more than just one side piece.
"The Hundred Ghosts Sect needs to be discussed at length," Lin Chen said in a deep voice.
"It seems the plan will have to be delayed."
An Yi said slowly, a faint light flickering in his eyes.
Originally, according to his plan, he intended to find a way to return to the Ancient Continent after coming back to the secular world.
But the existence of the Hundred Ghosts Sect made him unable to leave in peace.
In this world, the Asura Sect had become his roots.
A streak of flowing light appeared, and the silver dragon came out of the storage space, transforming into the appearance of a girl.
"Wait, your clothes..."
An Yi spoke subconsciously, only feeling relieved when he saw that Long Aoxue was dressed neatly.
"I am wearing clothes," Long Aoxue said earnestly.
During her year in the human world, although she had been sleeping the whole time, she had gradually come to understand some basic human rules.
The first time she transformed was in An Yi's villa, and she had completely lacked any concept of human privacy.
"Ahem, whenever you come out in the future, you must wear clothes," An Yi said seriously.
Must wear clothes in the future, so before...
Lin Chen glanced at Long Aoxue.
This girl's looks and figure were not inferior to his sister's in the slightest!
Would that old pervert An Yi not be tempted?
Only a ghost would believe that!
"You've been carrying this girl around with you all along?"
Lin Chen's faint voice revealed a trace of murderous intent. "An Yi, you really know how to play."
Qin Yao had already tacitly accepted his scumbag behavior, so as her biological brother, he could only swallow his anger and accept it.
But he didn't expect this scumbag's behavior to far exceed his bottom line.
Carrying a beauty with him everywhere! This guy really couldn't bear to be lonely.
Sensing Lin Chen's murderous intent, An Yi felt a chill run down his spine.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Long Niu and I are completely innocent."
"What are you doing! Put away your stick!"
"Surnamed Lin, step back, or I'm going to fight back!"
...
Imperial Capital, Sanming Mountain.
In a metropolis where every inch of land is worth its weight in gold, this was a rare natural tourist attraction.
"Bing, look here!"
Tang Xiaoya said, holding up her phone.
Chen Bing was behind her, cooperatively wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Tang Xiaoya leaned forward, posing for a kiss, and tapped the screen.
Seeing this scene, Tang Qingqing was so envious that her eyes almost watered.
She used to think this guy with glasses was particularly annoying, but now she realized that he actually understood Tang Xiaoya very well, even to a meticulous degree.
Unlike her own boyfriend, who did nothing but sleep.
Looking at Bai Xiu sleeping soundly on the lounge chair, Tang Qingqing sighed.
Although she was no longer single, for some reason, she felt there was no difference from being single. Before even getting married, she was already experiencing a widowed style of living.
"Why did we come to Sanming Mountain again?"
Chen Bing asked curiously.
They had already been here yesterday.
According to Tang Xiaoya's habits, she would absolutely not revisit the same place in a short period.
Tang Xiaoya asked in confusion, "Why do you say 'again'?"
Chen Bing was slightly stunned.
Suddenly, an indescribable terror struck him.
Fake, it must be fake! How could it be!
"What's wrong today? You're sweating a lot on your forehead."
Tang Xiaoya smiled, took out a tissue, and wiped the sweat from Chen Bing's forehead. "You've just recovered from your injuries, so I wanted to bring you out to relax your mood."
Suddenly, the world spun around him.
Chen Bing felt like he was about to collapse. His heart was beating violently, and his brain was buzzing.
It was now 8:40 AM.
Then next... a thief in red clothes would snatch an auntie's wallet.
"Stop! Catch the thief!"
An auntie, realizing her bag was missing, shouted loudly.
A young man wearing a baseball cap and a mask, covering himself tightly, took off running.
Then, Tang Qingqing would step in to catch the thief.
Chen Bing glanced slightly and made a prediction.
Sure enough, Tang Qingqing rushed over, taking the lead.
"Stop right there!"
Tang Qingqing swung her long, beautiful leg, sweeping the thief off his feet with a kick, and then with quick reflexes, grabbed the bag that had flown out of his hands.
"Damn it!"
The thief fell face-first to the ground in a dog-eat-shit posture, looking extremely miserable.
He climbed up, his face full of anger, grabbed a dagger from his chest, and stabbed frantically at Tang Xiaoya.
Chen Bing sighed. Sure enough, it was exactly the same.
He remained indifferent because someone would appear.
Immediately, a figure stepped forward, intercepted the thief, and reached out to grab the dagger.
Zzap!
A powerful electric current surged, directly shocking the thief until he was charred on the outside and tender on the inside. His hair stood on end as he collapsed.
The person who intervened was exactly Bai Xiu.
"Little Bai, you scared me to death!"
Tang Qingqing pretended to be frightened and rubbed against Bai Xiu's chest.
Bai Xiu yawned, still looking like he hadn't fully woken up. "Stop rubbing, you're poisonous."
"Idiot, at a time like this, can't you be a little more romantic!"
"But you really are poisonous!"
"Is this about being poisonous or not? I'm very scared!"
"With this thief's strength, he can't hurt you."
"..."
Hearing the somewhat familiar argument, Chen Bing took out his phone and looked at the time on it.
April 1st.
April Fools' Day?
Heh, how ironic, it's a fucking time loop again!
The difference was that he was now looping on the same day.
...
The faint morning sunlight shone in through the window.
An Yi yawned, opened his eyes, and looked at Shen Muxuan beside him, a smile curving the corners of his mouth.
"Lazybug, time to get up."
This girl had always been quite self-disciplined, previously waking him up every morning.
But today, she had rarely woken up later than him.
Shen Muxuan's sleepy appearance, with her long black hair slightly messy but complementing her exquisite face, made her look exceptionally lazy and cute.
"An Yi..."
Shen Muxuan took out her phone, looked at the time, and couldn't help pouting aggrievedly. "Why is it still April 1st?"
"What April 1st?"
An Yi asked curiously as he tidied his clothes.
Shen Muxuan quickly shook her head and said, "No, nothing."
"I just feel you're acting weird today."
An Yi walked over, lowered his head to touch his forehead against hers, pinched her cute face, and looked into her eyes.
"It's nothing, hurry up and get out of bed. I'll cook personally and show off my signature culinary skills to you."
An Yi said with a light chuckle.
Looking pitiful, Shen Muxuan stared at him. "Could... could you not cook instant noodles again?"
"You actually guessed it."
An Yi marveled at Shen Muxuan's wisdom, so after thinking for a moment, he said, "Then let's switch it up. We'll soak the instant noodles."
Shen Muxuan: "..."
Looking at Shen Muxuan's pitiful eyes, An Yi's heart suddenly softened.
"I was in a pretty good mood and was getting ready to cook myself so we wouldn't have to eat instant noodles. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll make it for you," An Yi declared confidently.
Looking at An Yi, Shen Muxuan was slightly dazed. Then, mustering her courage, she blushed and said softly, "An Yi, I... I want... that!"
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
