"Mhm, mhm, ah, ah, ah, mhm, ah, ah, yamete..."
An Yi frowned and closed the video on his phone.
One star. Mixing two languages together, the acting was way too fake.
Of course, his main purpose was just to hear what it sounded like in a lady-like voice.
It was April, but the young women dancing energetically in the club were already dressed quite scantily.
But An Yi merely glanced over and lost interest.
It was too disappointing.
If there were no 9s, an 8 would do!
But he couldn't even find an 8!
Otherwise, he wouldn't be hiding in a corner watching videos by himself.
Of course, many of these girls would be considered beauties among ordinary people.
It was just that An Yi's tastes had been completely spoiled.
Shen Muxuan, Qin Yao, Lan Ruoxi, Shangguan Qianqian... which one of them wasn't a peerless beauty?
Having seen the most gorgeous of flowers, looking at these roadside wildflowers naturally left him feeling indifferent.
"Hey handsome, want to buy me a drink?"
A pretty girl wearing a crop top walked over with a wine glass and a smile. Looking at An Yi, she slightly stuck out her tongue to lick her lips, her eyes filled with a hint of infatuation.
In this day and age, women drooling over a man's good looks was nothing rare!
With a solid 9 in looks, An Yi was undeniably a beautiful young man. Most importantly, at this moment, he wasn't speaking and his eyes weren't wandering.
In a noisy nightclub, sitting alone in the most premium booth, swiping the screen with his long, slender fingers and looking earnestly at his phone, he presented a flawlessly handsome side profile to the club.
For the girls, the temptation level was already maxed out.
An Yi looked up, gave a dull glance, and said flatly, "No thanks, I'm good!"
Seeing this, the girl took her glass and left, looking somewhat disappointed.
To be honest, this handsome guy had already rejected invitations from many girls, but she just wanted to try her luck.
After all, it was free, and what if she was exactly his type?
Meanwhile, Fang Jueming had already been pulled over by a crowd of ladies to drink.
He didn't know how to refuse and was currently being plied with alcohol by two hot-bodied girls.
For a moment, whether from shyness or having drunk too much, his entire face was flushed red.
An Yi took a sip of his drink, looked at the bustling club, and smiled faintly.
Unknowingly, he had been in this world for over three years. He had gotten used to everything here, and leaving just like that actually made him a bit reluctant.
Finally, he should take a good look at this world.
On the dance floor, an old man dancing enthusiastically was particularly eye-catching.
He wasn't tall, rather skinny and somewhat hunched, and completely bald.
At this moment, he was wearing a plaid shirt, sunglasses, and a thick gold chain, grooving with a bunch of girls.
"Tsk, this old man is still going strong."
An Yi remarked casually, his gaze sweeping across the room.
Then, like a radar, he locked onto a girl by the bar counter.
At this moment, she was standing in front of the bar, leaning on the counter, talking to the female bartender.
Her slender, graceful waist leaned forward, accentuating her round and perky behind. Her long, straight legs were wrapped in slim-fit jeans.
Just this view from behind was enough to outshine all the other girls in the room!
"Yo, all alone?"
A man's voice came over.
Without even looking, An Yi directly rejected, "Thanks for the invite, but I don't do men."
Jiang Cheng was speechless.
Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, An Yi couldn't help but turn his head. What he saw was a gray-haired guy who always had a smiling face.
This person was exactly the Law Enforcement Bureau's prince, Azure Dragon Jiang Cheng!
"Why is it you!"
An Yi raised his eyebrows.
Why would this guy come to Jiangbei City?
"The Heavenly Dragon Temple is holding a martial artist tournament, don't tell me you didn't know."
Jiang Cheng said leisurely.
An Yi pondered; he really didn't know.
"There are quite a few acquaintances here today," Jiang Cheng said as he sat down and took a light sip of his drink.
An Yi wasn't listening to what he was saying. Instead, all his attention was focused on that girl with the amazing figure.
Holy crap, she turned around!
Seeing the girl's exquisite and breathtakingly beautiful face, full of a sprite-like aura, An Yi was slightly startled.
Uh, Xiao Xiao...
The very disciple of Cangqiong Daoist from the Cangqiong Manor.
"To think Master Yuanyi is also here," Jiang Cheng said with some surprise.
"Master Yuanyi from the Heavenly Dragon Temple would come to a place like this?"
An Yi looked amazed. He scanned the crowd a few times before suddenly realizing that the bald old man dancing awkwardly on the dance floor was actually Master Yuanyi!
He had seen him once at the Imperial Capital Martial Artist Tournament; it really was him.
Old man! You are a leading figure in the martial arts world! A grandmaster of Chinese martial arts, how could you act like this!
An Yi slowly pulled out his tactical combat knife and said seriously, "If I knife this old man right now, does that make me second on the Heavenly Rankings?"
Jiang Cheng was speechless.
"This brand of liquor is pretty expensive, isn't it?"
Jiang Cheng took the bottle of liquor in front of An Yi and poured a little into his own goblet.
"It's alright, a glass is two hundred and fifty thousand, 250 milliliters. You've got about 20 milliliters there, let's call it twenty-five thousand."
An Yi said after some meticulous calculation.
Whether the alcohol in Lin Meier's club was real or fake, the money he spent on it was certainly real.
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng poured the liquor in his glass back into the bottle and said with a smile, "I'm looking for you because I want to make a deal."
"What deal?"
An Yi frowned and instinctively pulled back a bit to create some distance.
Normally speaking, guys with squinty eyes were never simple. What if this guy was coveting his good looks?
"Xingming Island, ever heard of it?" Jiang Cheng asked calmly.
An Yi thought for a moment.
He actually knew about this place; it was to the east of Yunzhou City.
The island's area was about the same as Shura Island.
Every year in July and August, it was a great place for a vacation.
However, it wasn't a famous spot, and its permanent population was sparse.
"I know you still have potions there."
Jiang Cheng stared at An Yi earnestly and said in a deep voice, "Three bottles of potion in exchange for a thirty-year lease of Xingming Island! How about it?"
Thirty years?!
An Yi's eyes grew sharp.
Land resources were something everyone fought tooth and nail for; just look at the real estate industry.
What was truly expensive wasn't the reinforced concrete, but the land itself!
The usage rights to an entire island for thirty years.
This was absolutely an irresistible temptation.
"Although Shura Island is nice, it's ultimately a bit far from Great Xia. Inside Great Xia's borders, the Shura Sect doesn't have a stationed base."
Jiang Cheng looked at An Yi and said seriously, "Our Law Enforcement Bureau has already gotten the approval. Three potions in exchange for a thirty-year lease of Xingming Island."
The Shura Sect had seized eleven potions from the Ghost Eagle organization.
This news was no secret, and the Law Enforcement Bureau naturally knew about it.
Three potions could create three spiritual vein possessors.
For the Law Enforcement Bureau, which lacked top-tier strength, this was exactly what they urgently needed!
Exchanging it for a thirty-year lease of a desolate small island was not a loss.
An Yi's face looked profound.
Originally, he didn't think these potions were that precious, but now that Jiang Cheng was using an island's lease to exchange for them, he instantly felt his heart bleeding.
To think he had casually given one to a bootlicker like Han Liang back then.
"I really can't do anything with you."
An Yi slowly revealed a smile: "Deal!"
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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."
