"Arty?"
An Yi was momentarily stunned.
This was a golden opportunity!
Earning a hundred thousand a day, saving up for a year—might not even buy him a few extra days of life.
After all, chances like robbery don’t come around often.
So right now, he could easily borrow 200 million from Qin Zhengwei.
For someone that wealthy, a billion is just a small goal anyway.
Topping up 100 million would buy him a thousand days—roughly three years. Two billion? That’s five or six years.
With that, he wouldn’t need to scramble for money so desperately anymore.
"An Yi, are you agreeing or not?"
Qin Yao grew impatient after not hearing a response from him.
An Yi quickly replied, "Of course, of course! I just got a little excited and spaced out for a second."
Qin Yao’s heart swelled with sweetness, a smile curling her lips. "That excited, huh?"
"Haha, this is the first birthday I’m celebrating with you. I’m even nervous—don’t know what to wear tonight."
An Yi brushed it off casually, his mind already calculating how to ask Qin Zhengwei for those 200 million tonight.
Last time they met, things had ended badly.
Qin Zhengwei was convinced An Yi had designs on his daughter.
The easiest way to dispel suspicion? Bring Shen Muxuan along. No need to explain their relationship—let people draw their own conclusions.
Qin Yao’s smile widened, her happiness evident. "Wear whatever you like! No need to be so formal."
"Alright, I’ll get ready. See you this afternoon!"
An Yi hung up, his eyes gleaming with determination. He wasn’t some loser anymore!
With five million still in his account, he’d already leveled up. In today’s social hierarchy, he was practically upper-middle class now!
He wasn’t planning to spend that money on extending his lifespan.
A hundred-odd days? Barely worth it. Better to let it sit comfortably in his bank account.
"Aunt Zhou, get me a case of liquor!"
An Yi swaggered into Chuanfang Supermarket downstairs.
Aunt Zhou, munching on sunflower seeds while watching TV, didn’t even glance up. She just tossed him a can from the fridge.
"Here. Pineapple beer. Five bucks. No credit!"
"Are you kidding me? Pineapple beer doesn’t match my status now! I want Maotai! Get me a whole case!" An Yi declared arrogantly.
"Did a donkey kick your brain loose? A whole case? Maotai isn’t for the likes of—"
Aunt Zhou froze mid-sentence.
Three thick wads of cash had tumbled out of An Yi’s pocket.
An Yi bent down to pick them up. "Tsk, money just falls out so easily these days."
Aunt Zhou was dumbfounded. "You… you struck it rich?"
An Yi waved his hand modestly. "Nah, nah. Just a few million. Pocket change!"
"A few million?!"
Aunt Zhou was floored. This guy, who’d owed her rent for over two years, had millions now?
She scoffed. "No way. Where’d you get that kind of money?"
Not in the mood to argue, An Yi pulled out a neatly stacked 100,000 yuan from his jacket.
Aunt Zhou’s skepticism wavered.
If he could hand over 100,000 so casually… maybe he really did have millions?
An Yi flashed a smug grin. "Aunt Zhou, this store of yours is lacking. The decor’s not grand enough. How can the supermarket below An Yi’s place be so shabby? Here’s 100,000—consider it an investment for renovations!"
Aunt Zhou’s face lit up with joy. Handing out 100,000 just like that? This kid must’ve hit the jackpot!
"Oh, Xiao Yi, you’ve lost weight lately! You should eat more. Here, take these freshly braised pork trotters!"
Ah, the power of money!
An Yi reveled in it.
For two years, Aunt Zhou had called him "brat." Today was the first time she’d used his actual name.
Still, she eyed the cash on the table suspiciously. "But where’d you get all this money? Robbed a bank?"
"How dare you question me!"
An Yi coughed, feigning indignation.
Aunt Zhou sighed. "Fine, fine. I won’t pry. Just curious. The Maotai’s ready for you."
"Great! Also, throw in four roast chickens, two pounds of braised pork head, a pound of pine nut sausage, a pound of red sausage, a whole soy-braised pork knuckle, two more pork trotters, and a pound of aged ham."
"Buying all that? Feeding Shen Muxuan?"
"Yep."
Qin Family Villa.
A taxi pulled up, and An Yi and Shen Muxuan stepped out.
"So this is what riding a taxi feels like! So much comfier than the bus. No need to watch for stops—just tell the driver where to go." Shen Muxuan gazed after the departing cab, delighted.
An Yi shrugged. "Basic stuff, no big deal. From now on, this is our standard ride."
Speaking of taxis, he suddenly remembered—he’d actually bought one! A whole car for 50,000 yuan!
After dropping it off at the police station that day, he’d forgotten to drive it back after grabbing some skewers.
What a blunder! Wasted money on another taxi ride!
An Yi smacked his forehead. How could he forget he owned a car?
"I’m so full tonight!" Shen Muxuan patted her stomach, beaming.
Those braised meats were rare treats, usually just side dishes for rice or steamed buns.
An Yi asked, "Still got room for more?"
"Not a bite. Completely stuffed." Shen Muxuan waved her hands cutely.
"Good."
"…?"
An Yi chuckled, hauling the case of Maotai toward the villa.
Better to feed this bottomless pit beforehand—wouldn’t want her scaring people at the birthday party.
The entrance to Qin Yao’s birthday celebration was lined with luxury cars.
Guests in tailored suits and elegant dresses exuded an air of sophistication.
By contrast, An Yi’s thrift-store outfit and the case of Maotai made him stick out like a sore thumb.
"Improper attire. No entry."
A doorman blocked his path.
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "What counts as ‘proper’?"
"At least a tie," the doorman sniffed.
"Got it!"
An Yi whipped out a crumpled tie from his pocket and knotted it haphazardly.
The doorman: "…"
Was this guy messing with him?
An Yi frowned. "Tie’s on. What else?"
The doorman scowled. "No invitation, no entry."
Shen Muxuan blinked curiously. "Why’s he stopping us?"
An Yi shrugged. "No idea."
"Pfft. No invite? Trying to freeload at the wrong place!"
A slick-haired young man in a pristine suit smirked, eyeing them disdainfully. "And carrying a case of fake Maotai, no less!"
An Yi’s gaze turned icy.
Insult his clothes, mock his vibe—fine. But this Maotai? He’d paid a solid 600 yuan for it!
No way it was fake!
That was a slap to his dignity!
The suit-clad guy was Gu Hongyun.
But his real target wasn’t An Yi—it was Shen Muxuan behind him.
Too beautiful!
No makeup, cheap clothes, yet her features were flawless, skin like porcelain, eyes adorably vacant.
"A lotus rising from clear water, natural elegance unadorned."
He’d thought Qin Yao was peerless, but this girl? Even more stunning!
Especially that ethereal aura—utterly intoxicating.
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."
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
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?!
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.”
