Ling Haoran was practically going crazy.

If it weren't for the fact that this body had decent cultivation and the system had helped him create a protective shield, he would have been struck dead by the lightning he had bought on credit.

Why is it that nothing goes right ever since I met this wicked brat?

The system's explanation for this is that the chosen one of this world is so incredibly lucky that he is not so easy to deal with.

Ling Haoran thought about it and agreed. After all, this was a cultivation world where the female lead could ascend to godhood, which was different from the past.

Tsk, it's really enviable. I wish I could just take them all.

But this brat is just too difficult to deal with.

Ling Haoran stopped trying to play tricks and asked honestly and without much hope:

"I am a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect. Seeing your excellent aptitude, would you be willing to return with me to cultivate?"

He was prepared to be rejected or for her to say "I don't believe you," but to his surprise, the girl nodded readily as soon as he finished speaking.

"OK."

"Let me tell you, in the Heavenly Profound Sect, I'm... huh? What did you say?"

"I said yes," Qi An said sincerely.

Ling Haoran almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

You agreed just like that?

So why did he go through all that trouble, getting punched in the face, given pills, and struck by lightning?

Why did he have to do that?

Why don't you just ask directly?

Ata: Sincerity is the only true killer move.

Seeing that she had agreed, Ling Haoran didn't dare to press her any further or cause any more trouble, fearing that she might change her mind again. He quickly took her away.

Ata cursed, "They didn't even bother to inform the parents. What a human trafficker!"

The Cangyue Continent is vast, and the journey to the Tianxuan Sect is tens of thousands of miles away, so it's impossible to walk there on foot.

Qi An was just about to test Ling Haoran's strength when he discovered...

This guy can't even fly on a sword!

He used several teleportation talismans he had accumulated to jump point by point to his destination.

How could it be that the beloved disciple of the sect master of the dignified Tianxuan Sect, who is also known as a genius, cannot control a sword?

Qi An then examined his dantian and meridians, both of which were excellent, demonstrating that this body truly belonged to a genuine genius.

That can only mean one thing: this person is not Ling Haoran.

Or rather, it's not the same genius Ling Haoran from before.

This is... possession.

Qi An's eyes darkened.

Ling Haoran secretly returned to Tianxuan Sect without being discovered by anyone, and then, just like in his previous life, hid her on Biyun Peak.

"Let me name you Ye Ran, okay?"

Qi An nodded, thinking to herself, now that the debt of saving her life was gone, she wondered how this scumbag would morally blackmail her and brainwash her.

"My name is Ling Haoran, you can call me Brother Ling. Ranran, you must remember that I am your savior, and you must repay me well in the future."

"When did you save my life?" Qi An asked, puzzled.

Ling Haoran said with a sad expression:

“You don’t understand. Those bolts of lightning were originally aimed at you, but I couldn’t bear to see you die, so I drew the lightning onto myself, which saved your life.”

Ata: "Holy crap, this works?"

"I injured my meridians while saving you, so I can't cultivate for the time being."

Qi An said calmly, "Oh, thank you so much. You're in such a bad situation."

Ling Haoran: "..."

He continued, "The old sect leader of Tianxuan Sect is a hypocrite who is all talk and no action. He doesn't like outsiders staying in the sect. If you are discovered, you will die and I will be expelled from the sect."

"So you must hide well and not let anyone see you, understand?"

Qi An nodded: "Understood."

He then turned to Ata and lectured her: "Do you know why many men restrict their partners from going out and socializing, and just want to lock them at home?"

Ata asked, "Why?"

Qi An chuckled sinisterly: "Because they're afraid that once girls go out and see the world, they'll realize that they're actually idiots."

Ata suddenly realized: "No wonder Ling Haoran didn't dare to let Ye Ran out before. If she had gone out for a couple of times, she wouldn't have fallen for an idiot."

Besides this, Ling Haoran's consistent moral blackmail and PUA tactics over the past decade are also key factors.

Ata sighed, "Sigh, such a great female lead, turned into a scumbag's power bank, how tragic!"

Qi An added, "It's the super intelligent kind, which not only has unlimited battery life but can also charge itself."

Ata chimed in, "Easy and effortless, one section is better than six. Ahhh, this is terrible."

Seeing that Qi An agreed, Ling Haoran was very satisfied. Sure enough, there was no protagonist he couldn't handle.

He left Qi An a bunch of training manuals, gave him a general explanation of how to practice them, and told him not to be lazy before leaving.

Qi An glanced at those so-called top-tier cultivation techniques and curled his lip in disdain.

To Boss Qi, these are all trash.

Qi An found a spot with the richest spiritual energy and sat down cross-legged.

She barely needed to absorb anything herself; the surrounding spiritual energy visibly gathered wildly, drilling into her body and repairing her soul bit by bit.

Ling Haoran, who was hiding in the shadows, saw this scene and finally felt relieved.

"All done. Let my power bank charge on its own first. Once it's fully charged, I'll plug it in, hehe... Ouch... Ugh..."

A huge clump of bird droppings landed right in his wide-open mouth as he laughed.

Ata laughed so hard he hiccuped, and gave the little bird a thumbs up.

Once a cultivator enters a meditative state, they forget about time; Qi An sat there for three days straight.

Ling Haoran didn't care; he had left Ye Ran enough fasting pills so she wouldn't starve.

Ata stayed in Qi An's sea of ​​consciousness, idly picking at his toes.

The sounds of Tianxuan Sect disciples practicing their skills could be heard in the distance, and various magical treasures flashed with colorful light in the air.

Ata thought to herself, "Under these circumstances, I shouldn't have any problem going out for a while."

After all, he is a supreme innate treasure. Although he is a baby, in this world, apart from his boss, no other cultivator should be able to see through his true form, let alone be his opponent.

He has been hiding in the eldest brother's sea of ​​consciousness since birth and has never gone out to play.

Ata, listening to the commotion in the distance, felt itchy and started fiddling with his fingers. He called out to Qi An twice, but received no answer, so he crawled out on his own.

The small tower floated in the air, blending in with all sorts of strange and wonderful magical artifacts, and was not conspicuous at all.

Ata was relieved and flew around freely.

Feeling the gentle breeze of freedom caressing his body, he was overjoyed.

In the valley, a group of people dressed as disciples were practicing their moves, while a beautiful little girl lay on a recliner nearby.

She was about the same age as Xiao Yeran, around nine or ten years old. She wore a pink dress, and her face was fair and soft, making her look adorable.

This adorable little girl was covered in jewels and had gold bracelets piled on her wrists; she seemed to be covered in money.

She held a juicy pork knuckle in her hand, gnawing on it with oil dripping from her mouth, while a pile of sweet potato nuts sat on a small table beside her.

"Miss, please eat slowly, be careful not to choke," the female disciple reminded her.

"knew."

Ye Zhen said impatiently, taking a bite without missing a single bite, as if she hadn't eaten meat in eight hundred years.

Just as she was enjoying her munching, the little girl Ye Zhen suddenly stopped, her little nose twitched, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"A supreme innate treasure."