That?
Which 'that' are we talking about?
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly.
If it were Yan Zhi, a single glance would be enough for him to know exactly what she wanted.
Shangguan Qianqian... uh, she wouldn't be able to say something like this.
But Shen Muxuan... her intentions were hard to guess.
"Just that, when you and Master were together..."
Shen Muxuan said softly, her voice growing fainter and fainter as her blush spread all the way down to her neck.
An Yi's expression froze.
When did the matter between him and Mu Qingyi get exposed?
But that wasn't the main point right now!
"Are you serious?"
An Yi looked at Shen Muxuan, staring at her as he asked.
Shen Muxuan nodded, her face completely flushed. "Mm-hmm."
"No taking it back!"
An Yi said, lunging at Shen Muxuan like a hungry wolf.
But Shen Muxuan didn't seem nervous at all. Instead, as if she were well-practiced, she glanced toward the alarm clock and silently counted down in her head.
Three, two, one...
Knock, knock!
A sudden knocking sound echoed from the door.
"Who is it!"
An Yi was just about to tear off that pesky undergarment when an abrupt knock interrupted him.
"Master, it's me!"
A young boy's voice came from outside the door.
Rebellious disciple!
I finally managed to make a move, and you made me fail so completely!
Damn it!
Watching An Yi stomp his feet in anger, Shen Muxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
No matter how many times she saw it, An Yi's expression was always so hilarious.
...
Jiangbei City, on the streets.
Fang Jueming looked at the luxurious villa district and said slowly, "Master, I have a question. These rich people with their luxury mansions, luxury cars, and beautiful women by their side—are they truly happy?"
"Truly happy."
An Yi said, stifling a yawn.
Fang Jueming looked thoughtful and continued, "Then, Master..."
"You brat, stop right there!"
An Yi raised his eyebrows, looking at him with an infuriated expression. "Weren't you in Yunzhou? Why did you suddenly run over to Jiangbei?"
He actually crossed cities just to interrupt his good time. This kid was seriously cursed!
"I... I came to train with you."
Fang Jueming looked embarrassed. He scratched his hair with his bandage-wrapped hand and said, "I feel like I've hit a bottleneck. The curator told me to learn from you."
"Tell the truth."
An Yi said with a straight face.
Fang Jueming said sheepishly, "Well, Shuangshuang said that as a main character, my popularity has been really low lately. Even a dog has more hype than me, so she told me to show my face and leech off some popularity."
An Yi: "..."
That guy who's been serving coffee at the cafe for two hundred chapters hasn't complained, so what are you rushing for?
Besides, there's another one who hasn't even made an appearance yet!
"It's fine. Just stick with your master. I won't let you lose out."
An Yi said, patting Fang Jueming on the shoulder.
Among the nine Sons of Destiny, Fang Jueming was the most obedient.
Although he always found new and creative ways to interrupt his intimate moments, he was still his proudest disciple.
"How tall are you?"
An Yi raised an eyebrow as he looked at Fang Jueming.
After not seeing him for a year, Fang Jueming seemed to have grown taller again.
With his wheat-colored muscles giving off a sunny vibe and bandages wrapped around his arms, he had the sharp, capable aura of a boxer.
He no longer looked like the pale, frail teenager from when they first met.
"182 centimeters. What's wrong, Master?" Fang Jueming asked in confusion.
182!
An Yi inexplicably felt a bit stifled.
He had put in so much effort just to grow one centimeter taller, yet others simply grew like weeds and reached that height without trying.
"So, Master, what are we doing today?"
Fang Jueming asked curiously.
He had been wandering around with An Yi for a while, having no idea what he wanted to do.
"How should I know."
An Yi let out another yawn.
He didn't know what to do either, and then he was kicked out by Shen Muxuan.
For some reason, he felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
It seemed like, in his memory, there was also a time when he was strolling down the street with Xiaoming...
Up ahead, a crowd had gathered, buzzing with excitement.
"Let's go take a look."
An Yi said with a light chuckle.
In the commercial street ahead, at the entrance of a jewelry store.
A middle-aged man was gripping a gold bar inside a glass cabinet for dear life, his face flushed red from exertion.
"Almost there, just a little bit more!"
The man kept cheering himself on in his mind, his face turning from red to purple.
The veins on his arms bulged as they trembled incessantly.
The massive gold bar inside simply couldn't make it through the narrow opening in the glass window.
"It's impossible to take it out."
An Yi took one glance and came to a conclusion.
The gold bar was about the same size as the hole. To get it out, one would have to pinch it with just two fingers...
Clang!
The gold bar dropped.
The man let out a sound of frustration, but his hand had lost all its strength, making it impossible for him to try again.
"Who wants to give it a try next?"
A young lady in a suit asked with a blooming smile.
How could anyone possibly take out this twenty-five-kilogram gold bar?
However, this marketing trick was really quite brilliant.
In no time, the mall was packed with people coming and going, a sea of heads stretching out of sight.
It was absolutely fantastic for attracting foot traffic.
"Is this for me?"
A voice suddenly rang out.
The young lady snapped her head around, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
At this moment, An Yi was casually tossing the gold bar in his hand, looking at her with curiosity.
"Master, I want to try too!"
Beside him, Fang Jueming looked eager to give it a go.
Instantly, the young lady in the suit turned pale with fright. "Sir, sir, I, I just wanted to let you see how heavy it is. This is not for sale..."
"Tch, brushing me off with just five thousand bucks. If it were yesterday, I would have already..."
An Yi stuffed a stack of red bills into his pocket.
Suddenly, he froze.
Why did he say 'yesterday'?
He didn't know why, but he felt that today was very strange.
"What's wrong, Master?" Fang Jueming asked curiously.
An Yi frowned deeply, lost in thought.
Something was wrong, definitely wrong. Everything here felt indescribably bizarre.
It was as if everything had already happened before.
Take Fang Jueming, for example. Since they last parted, they hadn't seen each other for over half a year.
Yet he didn't feel any sense of unfamiliarity...
"What is going on!"
An Yi stopped strolling and stood still.
He must have experienced today before, and more than once.
It was just that the timeline felt very chaotic.
Yesterday, it seemed like he was also at the mall taking the gold bar, but the manager called security, and then things blew up into a huge scene.
"What's the date today?"
An Yi asked, raising an eyebrow.
Fang Jueming hurriedly took out his phone, checked the time, and said, "Today is April 1st."
"Why is it still April 1st?"
An Yi pondered.
It wasn't right. Nothing was right, but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly was different.
Thud!
The mall entrance was smashed open by a figure.
Chen Bing, covered in blood, stumbled in and collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud.
At this moment, his body was covered in knife wounds. Blood flowed onto the ground, dripping down to form a pool of blood.
"Glasses?"
Seeing Chen Bing, An Yi was instantly stunned. Executing his Flame Step, he quickly rushed over to help him up, his expression darkening. "What happened? How did you get hurt like this!"
Chen Bing coughed violently, bloody foam spilling from the corners of his mouth. He looked at An Yi in disbelief and gritted his teeth, "You... why are you still here!"
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.”
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.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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!
