The meal left Lin Zixuan completely choked up, while Grandpa An secretly plucked a strand of An Xiaowei's hair—after all, things like paternity tests, when brought into the open, could hurt feelings.
Lin Zixuan was stuffed to the brim. Even though he now knew the goddess was Grandpa An's granddaughter, he still needed to go walk off his meal.
Just then, An Wan called.
"Xiaowei," her voice was both doting and exasperated.
"Who is this?" An Xiaowei asked.
An Wan: …?
"Oh, you're my sister. What's up?" An Xiaowei's tone was utterly innocent.
"You, do you have something against Yan Chen? Let me tell you, he's a really good guy. Spend more time with him, and you'll see. There's no need to be so hostile."
Oh-ho-ho!
So he got upset and ran to the female lead to tattle?
Yan Chen's behavior was exactly like a grade-schooler who snitched on a classmate for writing love letters.
An Xiaowei remained unshaken, refusing to admit to such baseless accusations.
"Who? Who are you talking about? Who’s Yan Chen? I’ve never even met him. I just saw an elderly man who needed help getting home, so I helped him. What’s wrong with that?"
What a sneaky, underhanded villain, stabbing her in the back and slandering her pure and noble character.
Here she was, a kind-hearted girl who only wanted to help others, yet she was treated like this—while the villain strutted around like he owned the place.
The world was so cruel to her.
Was there no justice?
Well, Yan Chen had no proof anyway. No matter what, An Wan wouldn’t outright turn against her now.
"Xiaowei, I know it’s not your fault, but you can’t just…" An Wan trailed off, nearly forgetting her lines.
"No matter what, you shouldn’t curse him… to die. That’s just rude." An Wan finally remembered her script.
"Huh? But today’s the seventh day of his first livestream. I was just celebrating."
An Wan: ???
"Seventh-day memorial"… that’s what you meant?
"You’re scolding me over a man." An Xiaowei abruptly changed the subject, sniffling.
"I get it. There’s no love left. You don’t need your extra little sister anymore. You want me out of the house so Yan Chen can take my place. You want me sleeping on the streets, in dumpsters, starving and freezing to death in the howling winter winds."
An Wan: …
"That’s not what I meant, Xiaowei. I… I’m your sister. Of course I’ll take care of you. Don’t talk nonsense. Even if I quit acting someday, I’d still make sure you’re okay." She completely dropped the Yan Chen issue, focusing on comforting her emotionally wounded little sister.
"Last night, I dreamed you abandoned me. You kicked me out, and I sat by the door eating instant noodles while you told me to get lost…"
"I didn’t! I didn’t!" An Wan kept protesting.
"I won’t listen! I’m sad, I’m heartbroken, I’m gonna die."
…
An Wan spent a long time coaxing her before An Xiaowei finally stopped crying and hung up.
After the call, An Wan frowned. She had never seen her sister so upset before.
Could it be Yan Chen…?
No, no.
Her head throbbed. She couldn’t make sense of it, but after a while, she pulled up Yan Chen’s WeChat.
She sent him a message:
"My sister is young and doesn’t know better. Don’t bully her."
Yan Chen: ???
What the hell?!
Who’s bullying who?!
He was so furious he could explode.
But he couldn’t exactly lash out at An Wan—after all, he really liked her… legs.
Damn it. He never expected his tattling to backfire so spectacularly.
Yan Chen had no idea what he’d done to make "An Yuhe" despise him so much.
Fine. He needed to find a way to get rid of this girl.
Meanwhile, An Xiaowei stared at her phone.
"Gotta say, I don’t really get the whole sisterly love thing, but An Wan really does treat her sister well," she remarked to Si.
"Jealous? You can call me 'sister' too," Si teased, marveling at how quickly her mood shifted.
An Xiaowei: ?
What kind of deranged nonsense was this?
How could a system shamelessly bully its own host? She refused to accept this.
"Nah, envy’s pointless. But wow, the mission progress shot up to 40% already?"
An Xiaowei narrowed her eyes at the system panel.
After running into Grandpa An, Yan Chen’s career and love life had skyrocketed like a rocket to the heavens.
But she had severed their connection and even driven a wedge between An Wan and Yan Chen’s shaky romance.
"The male lead fainted twice because of you," Si said.
An Xiaowei remained unfazed. "Don’t slander me. I never laid a finger on him, and I didn’t steal his money. Don’t go tarnishing my good name."
With that, she turned back to the lounge, munching on fruit while watching Lin Zixuan boil water.
Lin Zixuan felt like needles were pricking his back. For some reason, this future sister-in-law—
Wait, no. He hadn’t even met the goddess yet.
This girl was messing with his head.
Grandpa An, meanwhile, was busy giving instructions to the butler.
"If you’re really interested, clean up nice next time. Dress like a 'wild king,' and I’ll message you when it’s time to meet my sister."
Lin Zixuan: …?
"Clean up" made it sound like he was being prepped for slaughter, and what the hell was "dress like a wild king"?
This was supposed to be a private meeting with a top-tier celebrity, yet she made it sound as casual as drinking water.
Why did he feel like he was about to be sold off?
"You’re not gonna sell me, right?" Lin Zixuan asked.
An Xiaowei looked up. "How much do you weigh?"
"120 pounds."
"Hmm. The national average pork price is 11.37 yuan per pound, so that’s 1,364.4 yuan. Let’s round it down to 1,364." She tapped away on her calculator with great seriousness.
Lin Zixuan: …
"Alright, fine. I’ll add you on WeChat."
Still, Lin Zixuan didn’t understand why she wanted to introduce him to An Wan.
An Wan was a superstar, courted by wealthy heirs and A-list celebrities alike. Yet she had never shown interest in anyone—not even a first love.
Some people even wondered if she preferred women.
Lin Zixuan’s thoughts spiraled into chaos.
With this matter settled, An Xiaowei bid Grandpa An farewell, promising to visit again soon.
Now, she had another problem to deal with: Yan Chen’s childhood sweetheart, Li Jiaojiao.
At this point, Yan Chen was practically two-timing. If he hadn’t discovered his online crush was a top actress, he probably wouldn’t have rejected Li Jiaojiao.
Of course, since he hadn’t solidified things with An Wan yet, he was still stringing Li Jiaojiao along.
He gave her the cold shoulder daily, and in the early chapters of the novel, she even forced a kiss on him.
An Xiaowei understood—Yan Chen secretly enjoyed it but played coy.
But because of that incident, An Wan got angry, and they broke up for a while. Yan Chen had to grovel to win her back, and from then on, he finally cut ties with Li Jiaojiao.
After all, in a drunken moment of passion, he had claimed An Wan—body and soul.
And he was thrilled to discover she was… pure.
That voice…
That figure…
Just thinking about it made him grin like an idiot.
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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.”
