Twenty minutes later, Su Yang drove back to Senhai Manor.
It took him two trips to carry all the purchased items into the house and put them away.
"Hmm, it’s starting to feel a bit more like home now," Su Yang remarked with a satisfied smile as he glanced around at the arranged items.
By then, it was already afternoon. Feeling somewhat exhausted, Su Yang sprawled on the sofa and picked up his phone to scroll through Douyin.
Upon opening the app, he noticed a flood of unread messages.
"Damn, I completely forgot about adding that streamer on WeChat earlier," he muttered to himself.
He tapped into the messages and saw, aside from one unread message from Lin Yiyi, numerous private messages from strangers.
Most were variations of "let’s get to know each other," while two girls had even sent him provocative photos along with their WeChat IDs.
Su Yang clicked on the photos, shook his head, and chuckled. "Being rich sure makes flirting easy. Just by throwing around some gifts, girls are sliding into my DMs. Never had this kind of luck before."
However, after a quick look, he wasn’t particularly impressed and decided to ignore them.
Finally, he opened Lin Yiyi’s chat.
"Hey, Grocery Guy, here’s my WeChat ID. Add me so we can be friends!"
With a smirk, Su Yang replied, "Ok," then copied her WeChat ID, switched to the app, and sent her a friend request.
Returning to Douyin, Su Yang prepared to use the system’s scanning feature to scout for potential talents.
Just as he reopened the chat interface, he noticed Lin Yiyi’s profile picture flashing—she was live.
"Huh? She’s streaming?" Without hesitation, he tapped into her livestream.
The moment he entered, a notification popped up: "Grocery Guy in a Sports Car has joined the stream."
Lin Yiyi immediately leaned closer to the camera, beaming. "Wow, welcome, Grocery Guy! You finally made it!"
Meanwhile, comments flooded the chat:
—The big boss is here!
—Is this the guy who dropped 20 Galaxy gifts last time?
—Yep, that’s him—the mysterious 'Boss Veggie.'
Right then, another high-profile viewer, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" (Level 65), made a grand entrance with flashy effects.
—Whoa, a Level 65 whale!
—Who’s this new legend?
—No idea. Never expected a small streamer’s room to have two big spenders.
Lin Yiyi welcomed the newcomer warmly before launching into a PK battle.
On the split screen appeared another streamer, "Little Radish," who was equally stunning and charismatic.
Su Yang found her appealing and mentally prompted:
—System, scan this 'Little Radish.'
[Li Meng, Age: 23]
[Height: 167cm]
[Weight: 56kg]
[Appearance: 80]
[Figure: 82]
[Relationships: 3, currently taken]
—An 80 is decent, but not enough for binding. Pass.
The two streamers began discussing PK penalties.
"How about the loser dances?" Little Radish suggested.
"Sure! Let’s mute and start."
The five-minute PK commenced.
Immediately, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" gifted two "Douyin No. 1" rockets.
"OMG, thank you, Lonely Bro! You’re insane—two big rockets right off the bat! Much love!" Lin Yiyi gushed, eyes sparkling.
Fresh out of college, Lin Yiyi had initially dabbled in streaming for fun, knowing her looks could draw attention.
But she never expected it to be this lucrative. At first, her streams barely pulled in single-digit viewers.
Gradually, her audience grew to 30–40, earning her around 100 yuan after 4–5 hours.
However, after Su Yang’s lavish gift spree, her channel exploded.
Now, even on slow days, she had 70–80 viewers, usually hovering around 300–400.
Earning 300–400 yuan daily was far better than slogging through a soul-crushing 9-to-5—no bosses, no overtime, just dancing and chatting.
And when whales like Su Yang appeared? A few minutes could net her thousands. Why bother with that "stupid, godawful day job"?
...
“Come on, guys, boost the engagement! If you can, throw some popularity votes my way. Thanks, everyone!”
Suddenly, Little Radish’s score—previously at zero—surged past Lin Yiyi’s. Clearly, her side had a whale dropping Galaxy gifts.
Su Yang lounged on the sofa, watching like a hidden tycoon. With millions in his account, money was his confidence.
He wasn’t in a rush—he’d swoop in last-minute for a steal.
But just as he plotted, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" countered with two Galaxies, reclaiming the lead.
"Woo! Two Galaxies from Lonely Bro! You’re the GOAT! Sending hearts!"
—Level 65 whales don’t play around. Galaxies on demand.
—No way the other side catches up now.
—Don’t forget, Boss Veggie hasn’t even moved yet.
—Hell yeah!
Meanwhile, in a Haicheng café...
A stylish, 25-year-old man—lean, handsome, and oozing wealth—lounged with his phone, flanked by a chubby companion.
"So, Brother Meng, you into this streamer?"
"Not really. She’s just decent. Dropping a bit of cash is nothing."
"True. Pocket change for you."
This was "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible"—Meng Wenzhou, a well-known Haicheng heir.
He mused, "These netizens keep hyping up some 'Boss Veggie.' Wonder if he’s legit."
His chubby friend laughed. "Boss Veggie? More like Boss Side Dish next to you."
"Let’s see if he makes a move."
Half the PK time had elapsed.
Lin Yiyi led by 3,000 points, but the gap felt fragile—Little Radish’s side was gaining fast.
"Everyone, tap those like buttons! If you can, throw some votes! Love you all!" she urged.
Then—boom—Little Radish overtook her by 10,000 points.
—Damn, the other side’s going hard.
—Gonna lurk their stream real quick.
Su Yang, meanwhile, had been busy topping up his account with another 500,000 yuan.
Might as well load up now for future convenience.
[Ding! Hidden random cashback triggered: 3,000,000 yuan awarded for spending 500,000 yuan.]
—Holy—! A hidden feature?
—System, you’re full of surprises. Can’t even spend it all fast enough! Heh.
Back in the stream, with 50 seconds left, Lin Yiyi trailed by 20,000 points.
Lin Yiyi grew a little anxious as she watched the score. Even though losing only meant she had to dance, she couldn’t understand why she felt so uneasy.
"Are there any brothers who can help Yiyi with some votes?"
Seeing that time was almost up, Su Yang tapped on the gifts and sent out a "Huazi," instantly pushing her score past Little Radish’s again.
"Wow! Thank you, Brother Grocery! You finally made your move—love you, love you!"
—Boss Grocery is starting to show his power!
—Let me see just how amazing this Boss Grocery really is. I missed seeing it last time.
—Well, get ready, because when Boss Grocery steps in, it’s at least ten Huazi to start.
—Incredible.
Meng Wenzhou watched as Su Yang sent out one Huazi and smiled faintly. "It’s finally begun."
Without hesitation, he sent out five Huazi in a row.
"Holy cow!! Thank you, Brother Lonely! You’re the best!"
Seeing this, Su Yang thought to himself, "Oh, so Little Lonely wants to steal my spotlight, huh? Fine, let’s play."

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.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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?"

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."