Qin family villa.
"Are you sure your brother isn't here?" An Yi swallowed hard and asked seriously.
Qin Yao nodded, shooting him a reproachful glare. "I've told you so many times, he's not home!"
An Yi was still curious. "Then your parents..."
"They went traveling, so they aren't home either!"
At this moment, in the living room.
Qin Yao pinned An Yi down on the sofa, looking down at him from above.
Their faces were so close that An Yi could clearly feel Qin Yao's orchid-like breath.
Just as their lips were about to touch.
"Maybe we should forget it."
An Yi looked a bit unnatural and spoke up, "I just feel a bit unsafe, like there's a cold draft at the back of my head!"
"You're the master of the Shura Sect, why are you afraid of my brother!"
Qin Yao said, giving him another look.
That single sentence instantly ignited An Yi's anger.
"Are you kidding? I would be afraid of that Poker Face?!"
"Let me tell you, I'm the big boss of the Shura Sect! How could I possibly be afraid of this Poker Face!"
"Back in the Immortal Sect, you didn't see how miserably I taught him a lesson!"
Hearing this, Qin Yao said helplessly, "Why are you getting so worked up?"
"Nonsense, how am I worked up!"
"Okay, okay, okay, you're the best!"
Qin Yao's delicate hands explored, a hint of confusion appearing on her stunning face. "What's going on, why don't you have any reaction at all!"
"What reaction? This is a proper story, don't start making dirty moves!"
An Yi said with a straight face.
Yesterday at the graduation party, they were just supposed to drink, but he ended up running into Yan Zhi.
Then, accidentally, he fell into a fierce battle that lasted all night.
Now his kidneys were still twitching with pain.
It was all because he was too confident and didn't use the Tiger Yang Pill. Who would have thought that woman Yan Zhi would be so powerful!
"Something's wrong!"
Qin Yao lowered her head, seemingly smelling an unfamiliar rose-like body fragrance, and couldn't help but ask, "Mu Xuan or Ruo Xi?"
"No, no, you're overthinking it," An Yi said somewhat nervously.
These past few days, first it was Nie Qinglan, then Lan Ruoxi, and Yan Zhi.
Every single one of them was a top-tier beauty in both looks and figure.
With all the heavy action recently, An Yi felt like he had already entered sage mode.
"Whatever."
Qin Yao untied her hair and gave it a gentle toss.
The dark strands fluttered, making her pretty face look even more charming.
This seductive appearance made An Yi's mouth go dry once again.
A woman who could be scored a 9 by the system.
How bad could she be?
Qin Yao bent her slender waist, leaning close to An Yi's ear. Breathing out a sweet scent, she giggled, "What's wrong, An Yi, don't tell me you can't get it up!"
A man can never say he can't.
An Yi flew into a rage and turned the tables.
Looking at the scenery threatening to burst out from under her small tank top, An Yi was shocked.
She actually had them!
"Heh, you really can't!"
Qin Yao's lips curled up, forming a disdainful and provocative smile.
An Yi took a deep breath. "This poor monk is coming for you!"
Just as An Yi was about to launch his offensive.
A phone ringtone sounded.
An Yi glanced at it slightly. The contact name.
Poker Face!
Go to hell!
An Yi threw the phone aside and prepared to continue.
Back then, Lin Chen went to the Immortal Sect's small world, saying something about escorting Elder Long back, so it was unlikely he'd be able to return anytime soon.
Calling now meant he had already returned to the secular world.
He had to finish this quickly!
After An Yi made up his mind.
Another call came in.
The contact name was Evil Disciple!
Baka!
An Yi angrily answered the call.
"Hello, Master, it's me!"
Fang Jueming's voice came through.
An Yi's mouth twitched, and he said with murderous intent, "I know it's you! Give me one reason not to slaughter you!"
Fang Jueming: "..."
"Master, th-this has nothing to do with me, Brother Chen told me to call!"
Fang Jueming's voice was a bit trembling.
An Yi raised an eyebrow slightly.
Poker Face?!
What did he want to do now??
Fang Jueming said, "Brother Chen asked me to pass on a message to you."
"Saying what?"
An Yi asked impatiently.
"There's a security camera in the living room, so behave yourself."
"..."
Isn't this outrageous!
An Yi looked around and finally noticed the security camera in the living room, pointing right at them on the sofa.
Sadist!
Why would you install a camera at home?
Surnamed Lin, as a human being, you've gone too far!
Qin Yao stood up with a dark face, her small fists clenched tightly.
With a sis-con older brother like this, when would she ever be able to get married!!
"Hey, hey, Qin Yao, stop, don't grab the stool!"
"Here, take a hammer, the camera quality is pretty good, a stool won't smash it easily!"
"..."
"Ahem, how about next time, definitely next time!"
An Yi said helplessly.
Fortunately, they noticed it in time.
Looking at An Yi, Qin Yao felt an unspeakable sense of grievance. She lowered her head without saying a word.
"Alright, wait for me to come back."
An Yi reached out and patted her head, saying with a smile.
Qin Yao didn't make a sound, but large teardrops began to fall.
"No, don't cry." An Yi quickly stepped forward to comfort her.
He hated seeing girls cry the most.
Qin Yao bit her lower lip and looked at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Why can Mu Xuan go with you to the Ancient Continent, but I can't?"
"I..."
An Yi wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say.
In fact, if possible, he didn't even want Shen Muxuan to follow him to the Ancient Continent for an adventure.
That world was far from being as peaceful and tranquil as the secular world.
Moreover, he, An Yi, was a wanted criminal by the Tower of Babel, ranked at the very top of their list.
Across the entire Ancient Continent, who knew how many greedy and ambitious people wanted An Yi's head!
For an ordinary person with no power like Qin Yao, it was simply too dangerous.
"I... I was just saying. An ordinary girl like me has no skills; I'd just be a burden if I went."
Qin Yao wiped her tears, took a deep breath, and gazed at him, forcing a smile. "I'll take good care of the Underworld forces here. Over there, you have to take good care of yourself, and look after my brother while you're at it."
"Yeah."
An Yi stepped forward and gently hugged her.
Qin Yao leaned on his shoulder and couldn't help but let her tears fall again. "You're not allowed to forget me!"
"I wouldn't forget even if I died."
An Yi stroked her beautiful hair and said softly.
On the roof of the villa.
Lin Chen lay on the tiles, using his wind spirit perception to hear their conversation. He sighed softly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
...
Tianming Cliff.
Shrouded in clouds and mist.
This place was located in the eastern part of Great Xia.
At the junction of the mountains and the coast.
On a massive stone platform stood martial artists clad in black uniforms. Upon closer inspection, there were actually a full thousand of them!
On the back of their clothes were the domineering and arrogant crimson words: Shura!
Each of them had a cold and stern expression, gazing at the young man standing at the very front holding a black longsword.
"We are about to set off for the Ancient Continent. Everyone, are you ready?"
An Yi's gaze swept across the crowd as he asked calmly.
"Ready at any time!"
The front row was the first echelon of the Shura Sect.
Lin Chen, Long Aoyun, Chen Bing, Bai Xiu, Shangguan Qianqian, Fang Jueming, Xiao Ye, and Zhang Fan.
Closely following was the second echelon.
Xiao Yike, Mo Jiu, Han Liang, Tu Langlang, Jin Zhenghao of the Rakshasa organization, Mechanic Gene, Poison Master Bob, and others.
There were also the martial artists Lin Chen had brought from the Immortal Sect's small world: Gu Changfeng, Ning Er, Hua Fengyu, Via, and others.
Shen Muxuan, Tu Yiyi, Ziyue and the girls, along with Hong Tian, were among them.
Following closely behind were over a thousand experts from the Asura Sect!
Astonishingly, even the weakest among them was at the Transformation Realm!
The vast and mighty procession was an incredibly spectacular sight!
An Yi donned the uniform symbolizing his status as the Master of the Asura Sect and raised his longsword high.
First Form of the Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords—Parting Sorrow!
Suddenly, a formidable black crescent sword aura tore through the clouds!
It revealed a swirling black hole hidden within!
This was the entrance to the Profound Domain, and the only path leading to the Ancient Continent!
An Yi shouted at the top of his lungs, "Move out!"
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!
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...
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.
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.
