“W-why isn’t it good-looking!”
Xu Qianqian’s eyes reddened.
When it came to looks, she was actually above her sister Xu Yiyun.
An Yi looked her up and down, raised three fingers, and said earnestly: “First, as a loli, you don’t have twin ponytails, so you can’t unlock new moves—negative review! Second, you’re not even 1.6 meters tall—short legs! Lolis also have height requirements. Third, you’re way too flat. If it’s a childlike face, you should have a pair of huge… you get what I mean!”
Xu Qianqian listened in a daze: “I… I think I get it.”
“If you get it, then go back. Keep up the good work.”
An Yi patted her on the shoulder and left her with a cool, detached back.
“That guy’s kinda mean, but he’s really handsome!”
Staring at An Yi’s retreating figure, a sparkle lit up Xu Qianqian’s eyes.
Borrowing his seed—wouldn’t end that easily!
…
At night, the Dean’s residence.
“Old Tao! Look at what your own nephew has done!”
A burly, stubbly man looked furious as he confronted Old Tao.
He wore a tutorial uniform, with a silver badge on his chest—clearly a high status.
Behind him, resting on a stretcher, was Wan Feng, covered in bandages and battered beyond recognition.
Old Tao said helplessly, “Calm down, Gui Xiong. Let’s talk things over nicely. No need to get so worked up.”
Gui Xiong’s identity was the supervising tutor of the Eastern Profound Association, the organization Wan Feng belonged to.
In terms of status, he was second only to the Dean and Vice Dean in the academy.
To be honest, Wan Feng’s tyrannical behavior in the Eastern Profound Association had a lot to do with Gui Xiong’s cover-up.
After all, Gui Xiong was the power behind the Eastern Profound Association!
“Ha! Easy for you to say!”
Gui Xiong’s eyes turned icy: “My disciple Wan Feng, vice president of the Eastern Profound Association, was punishing students who violated school rules! Isn’t that justified? But then what happened? Your nephew shielded his own students, ganged up on Wan Feng, and beat him black and blue. Now he probably won’t even be able to move for the better part of a year!
The Hundred Academy Competition is right ahead, and he was supposed to represent our Eastern Profound Academy Branch to go to the Main Campus. A top student! Now, how is he supposed to compete?”
Seeing Gui Xiong’s hysterical state, Old Tao remained calm and comforted him, “It’s fine. If he can’t go, send someone else. After all, our people are just going through the motions at the Main Campus. What does the Hundred Academy Competition have to do with us?”
“Send someone else?! Apart from Wan Feng and those two, how many capable students do we have in this branch?! Old Tao, I’m telling you—you have to give me an explanation today!”
Gui Xiong’s body glowed with fiery spiritual energy, his anger palpable. Gnashing his teeth, he said, “I want to see who this An Xiang really is! What gave him the guts to hit my disciple?”
Just then.
Bang!
The door was kicked open.
“Here I am. You looking for me?”
An Yi, hands in his pockets, asked calmly.
“You’re An Xiang?”
Gui Xiong looked An Yi up and down in disbelief.
This kid looked a year or two younger than Wan Feng.
At most, he was just a student in the academy—how could he be a tutor?
Glancing at Old Tao, Gui Xiong immediately grew furious.
Could it be that this was because his uncle was the Dean, so he got in through the back door?
Outrageous!
“You’re An Xiang?”
Gui Xiong’s eyes couldn’t hide the flames of rage.
If Old Tao weren’t still here, he’d already be throwing punches.
“That’s right! Oh, by the way, Mr. Tao Ye is my uncle!”
An Yi said politely, his handsome features giving him the air of a refined gentleman.
Seeing An Yi, Wan Feng still flinched, shrinking his neck and speaking with difficulty, “Master, it’s this guy!”
Now, there wasn’t a single good spot left on his body from the beating.
What enraged him most was that he didn’t even know which bastard had hit him in the crotch.
Even now, he still felt an intense pain there.
“Kid, I’m telling you—even the Dean can’t help you today. You must give me an explanation!”
Gui Xiong said arrogantly.
The Dean was only one rank above him, and the Dean was also sick with old injuries and often away from the academy.
Right now, he really didn’t care much about Old Tao.
“Wan Feng is the potential seed representing our Eastern Profound Academy Branch for the Main Campus. Now that you and your students have beaten him up, who’s going to take responsibility?”
Gui Xiong cracked his knuckles, his tone hostile.
According to Wan Feng, this kid had led a bunch of troublemakers from the special class and jumped him.
Wan Feng was outnumbered and ended up severely injured!
Ignoring the furious Gui Xiong, An Yi shrugged: “Just swap him out. If all else fails, I can take his place.”
“You…”
Gui Xiong was furious.
The Hundred Academy Tournament was a huge event where geniuses from thousands of empires across the Middle Continent were selected to compete.
This guy, who got his tutor job through nepotism, had some nerve!
“You treat that dog-like, worthless disciple of yours like a treasure. He runs around bullying people under the name of the Eastern Profound Association. You want him to go to the Main Campus and embarrass us?”
An Yi retorted calmly.
Gui Xiong’s eyes bulged with red veins, his anger peaking: “You…”
“You what!”
An Yi rolled his eyes and said coldly, “Old Tao is still the Dean. You’re slamming tables and threatening him—is that the proper attitude for a tutor toward a dean? Even if you put rank aside, he’s old enough to be your elder. Is that how you treat someone older and wiser? No wonder your brat disciple doesn’t respect his elders either!”
Old Tao sat comfortably in his chair, quietly sipping water as he watched the show.
As expected, this kid was tougher to deal with. Just the one to get under Gui Xiong’s skin.
During his absence, these people had sure gotten bolder and more arrogant.
Gui Xiong trembled with rage, a layer of reddish flame swirling around his palms.
It was the exact same move Wan Feng had used before.
“Old Tao, don’t blame me for not showing you respect. I’m definitely going to beat your nephew!”
Gui Xiong’s eyes were murderous, and he spoke with fury.
Old Tao replied leisurely: “Go ahead.”
“Go ahead?”
Did Old Tao mean: just let him?
Gui Xiong was stunned.
This delicate, fair-skinned pretty boy—did he want to be beaten to death?
“Then I’ll teach this brat a lesson for you, Dean!”
Gui Xiong’s killing intent surged.
He released his strength at the mid-Stage of Heavenly Vigor.
The whole room was shrouded in fiery red flames.
Wan Feng was ecstatic.
If not for the bandages, he would be cheering aloud right now.
That kid might be tough, but could he beat his master?
“Come on! Like master, like apprentice. I’ll teach you, the tutor, a lesson too.”
An Yi stood unfazed, beckoning with his finger at Gui Xiong.
“You’re asking for death!”
Gui Xiong let out an angry laugh, his palms blazing with searing flames. Holding nothing back, he smashed them straight at An Yi’s face.
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.
