Ning An's Wild Wish System

"This is only because the sound legal system of Dragon Country protects him. Try placing him in the last century; it’s only a matter of minutes before someone breaks his legs, and that would be lenient."

"Exactly, the purpose of the law is to protect good people, but in the end, it becomes the protective clothing on these pesky rascals, causing good people to bind themselves in cocoons. Truly helpless."

"So, if faced with this kind of pesky rascal, does anyone have a good solution?"

"..."

Silence, destined for today’s Kang Bridge.

When this question was asked, the bullet screen in the livestream instantly became sparse.

Those watching Ning An’s livestream are mostly fresh youths of the 21st century. Aside from stumbling in their studies, other paths are quite smooth, growing up in a honey pot wouldn’t be exaggerating.

Thus, when facing such pesky rascals, even if their minds are sharp, it’s difficult to quickly come up with a way to break the predicament.

Even Ning An would have a headache if he hadn’t seen the system’s granted wish.

The same old saying goes that if you haven’t experienced storms, you won’t see the rainbow.

But if it were faced by the older generation of the last century, dealing with such pesky rascals, not to mention killing without bloodshed, they would even have more ruthless methods!

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat heavy, and Zhao Yamei also lowered her head, looking a bit gloomy.

As a woman, facing this kind of pesky rascal, in today’s society, it seems the only good solution is to move.

But in the next second, a remark from Ning An was like a god of war piercing through the dark clouds, injecting her with vigor.

"Layperson, rest assured and go home."

"Rest assured, the Ancestor Master will fulfill your wish, and it will happen today!"

Zhao Yamei suddenly lifted her head, the gloom in her eyes vanished, replaced by immense excitement:

"Really? No, no... I’m not doubting the Ancestor Master, I, I..."

Ning An looked at her and said with a smile: "No problem, the little Daoist understands your meaning. If you trust me, then go home now; perhaps today you’ll have a pleasant surprise."

"Alright!"

With the dark clouds dispersed, only the spring light remains.

A trace of a smile appeared on Zhao Yamei’s face, filled with resolve, she bowed once more to the Ancestor Master before turning to leave.

"Layperson, wait."

At this moment, Ning An suddenly called out to her.

"Daoist Master, is there any other instruction?" Zhao Yamei turned with gentle eyes.

Ning An awkwardly rubbed his nose, saying: "I wonder, can I go home with you?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the scene erupted, and the bullet screen in the livestream surged out.

"Whoa! Turns out Brother Sect Leader likes this type; after all, the little Daoist’s heart was moved!"

"I thought Brother Sect Leader didn’t like women, but it turns out he likes mature women!"

"I was wondering why so many green tea seducers had no effect on the little Daoist earlier. Turns out the product manager didn’t do market research and picked the wrong direction."

"Quick, spread the word! Brother Sect Leader also likes mature women. In the end, it’s still Cao Aman’s world, hahahaha!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yamei was first stunned, then a blush emerged on her pale face, adding to her delicate appearance more charm.

Feeling the peculiar atmosphere, Ning An also realized and quickly explained:

"What I meant is, can I go home with you and help set an example for the public by livestreaming the punishment of the troublesome neighbor."

"After all, now with sound legal systems, laws meant to protect good people are sometimes exploited, becoming their shield."

"I think this is a great opportunity to show these lawbreakers that the law is just the minimum standard of ethics, but ethics itself has no bottom line."

These words were perfectly spoken, majestic and flawless, leaving no room for argument. Yet, the surrounding incense burners clearly weren’t buying it.

They looked at Ning An with eyes still filled with a hint of ambiguity, lips slightly upturned, as if embodying an experienced wisdom.

Some incensed bystanders purposefully heckled with an ambiguous tone.

"No worries, no worries, Little Daoist, go on, don’t mind us."

"Yes, yes, we understand, pursue boldly."

"You should have said earlier you liked this type; I wouldn’t have bothered acting like a demure lady."

"Crying, crying, looks like Little Daoist has someone he likes; did I pray for this peach blossom in vain today?"

"..."

Amid a chaotic mess, Ning An still ended up leaving the Daoist Temple following Zhao Yamei.

Compared to some mundane troubles, he prefers being on the front line of excitement.

Especially the method of granting wishes displayed by the system panel—tattooed strong men, gloomy younger brothers, creepy old men...

Honestly, with just these hormone-filled words, who wouldn’t be confused?

Zhao Yamei felt like she was hit by a doe, her face flushed red, and her steps brisk, deliberately distancing herself from Ning An.

Ning An also felt a bit awkward, just following Zhao Yamei neither hurriedly nor slowly.

After the commotion from the livestream fans, there was more anticipation for the entertainment.

"Brother Sect Leader, can you reveal a bit? How exciting is this scandal we have this time?"

"Exactly, exactly, do you know the pain of knowing there’s gossip right in front of you, but not being able to get the scoop immediately?"

"Brother Sect Leader, just a hint; at worst, I’ll even pose as a mature woman and play along too."

"Hey, your IP shows you’re a male! Don’t scare me."

"What’s wrong with being male? Can’t a male play a mature woman? This is prejudice; it’s the remnants of feudal toxicity, you Great Qing remnant!"

"..."

There was a burst of laughter and conversation in the livestream. Ning An just watched and didn’t speak.

Compared to the livestream fans, Ning An focused more on Zhao Yamei walking ahead.

Not even halfway down the mountain path, Zhao Yamei suddenly paused, quickly pulled out her phone, and began typing.

Others might not understand what she’s doing, but Ning An knew—this was the system’s wish starting to take effect.

The camera zooms in, showing Zhao Yamei’s phone screen, typing out a rental ad:

Looking for tenants urgently!

Tianbo District, eleventh floor, 150 square meters, four rooms, two halls, entire floor for rent, rock-bottom price!!!

Recently released, shattered price 500, mentally ill and young jump-off price 400, those who love to bump into walls and extort reversal price 500!!!

Simultaneously, she swiftly switched to chat, disseminating this information to all the agents in her phone, even gifting each a red packet for faster speed.

She’s not betting on the agent’s kindness, but on whether they are eager for profit!

After this set of operations, Zhao Yamei felt refreshed and even her steps carried an indescribable lightness.

Soon, Zhao Yamei and Ning An arrived at the foot of the mountain, hailed a car, and headed straight for her district.

In the car, through her phone’s surveillance footage, Zhao Yamei saw the insane neighbor doing some unspeakable things to the high heels at her doorstep again.

Yet this time, she felt no disgust or anger—only a cold sneer.

Just upon reaching the district, before even stepping through the entrance, Zhao Yamei’s phone rang.

"Sis, hurry, come over! I found suitable tenants for the requirements you mentioned!"

"Please come quickly, or else I fear they won’t believe and might leave!"

Hearing the excited voice from the other end of the phone, joy appeared on Zhao Yamei’s face, then she proceeded with big strides toward the broker’s shop outside the district.

With the phone on speaker, the livestream fans heard clearly; they only felt puzzled after deciphering the phone conversation.

"Walt? What does ’come quickly or they’ll leave’ mean? Are tenants nowadays doing preliminary research this cautiously?"

"When I rented a place back then, never mind research—just checked if the house had formaldehyde or if the toilet flushed well."

"It’s why I say you’re outdated, look at them, even their rental queries are thorough; careful people suffer no losses."

"..."

Reading these bullet screens, Ning An smirked wickedly, but didn’t provide explanations, only striding forward to catch up with Zhao Yamei.

She stepped into the broker shop front first, Ning An following closely behind, along with the camera angle catching up.

The livestream fans widened their eyes; when they clearly saw the broker’s so-called tenants, their faces seemed as if struck by lightning.

"Is... is this a genuine tenant?"