After making three or four round trips, the two finally managed to buy almost everything they had thought of.
Spending over 200,000 yuan on a single grocery run—can you believe it?
The trunk and back seat of the Bentley Bentayga were nearly overflowing.
Looking at the half-car full of goods, Su Yang chuckled, "This is the first time I’ve ever bought so much stuff in one go at a supermarket."
Pan Ning replied nonchalantly, "These are all necessities. One big purchase will last us a long time. Let’s head home."
Su Yang turned to her with a smile. "Not so fast. Let’s hit the mall first."
"Again?"
"Yeah, come on. I’ve noticed you’ve been carrying the same bag repeatedly lately. Time for an upgrade."
Hearing this, Pan Ning gave a faint smile. "Alright~"
They took the elevator to the first floor of the mall, which was filled with cosmetics, handbags, jewelry, and other luxury items.
The last time Su Yang had brought Lu Yun here, he hadn’t browsed carefully. But since they weren’t in a rush this time, he took Pan Ning’s hand and strolled leisurely.
They first stopped at the nearest Chanel store. Pan Ning moved quickly, picking out a set of cosmetics Su Yang didn’t recognize in just a few minutes.
Not that it mattered whether Su Yang recognized them—his job was just to pay.
After leaving Chanel, they walked into a nearby Hermès boutique.
Su Yang had originally planned to buy Pan Ning a few Birkin bags, but after circling the store, he didn’t spot a single one on display.
Upon asking, he learned that at Hermès, customers needed to build up enough "purchase history" or "spending records" before they could even qualify to buy a Birkin.
Just as Su Yang was about to settle for other bag styles, Pan Ning pulled out an LV wallet from her purse and handed a matte black card to the sales associate behind the counter.
The saleswoman glanced at it, and her previously indifferent expression instantly turned to shock.
Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Pan Ning with newfound respect. "So you’re one of our super VIPs! Please, follow me."
She then asked in a deferential tone, "Miss Pan, would you like us to clear the store for you?"
Pan Ning shook her head. "No need."
"Understood. Then please, both of you, come this way."
Watching the saleswoman’s dramatic shift in attitude, Su Yang was baffled. He turned to Pan Ning. "What’s going on?"
Pan Ning explained calmly, "They have a private VIP room here. Bags like the Birkin aren’t displayed in the retail area. You need a purchase qualification first, then access to their VIP lounge to buy them."
"Seriously? That’s a thing?" Su Yang was genuinely surprised.
In his mind, things were simple—either they had it or they didn’t. Hiding stock like this felt absurd. Why not just display it? Those who could afford it would buy; others could at least admire it.
He shook his head and followed Pan Ning, muttering, "These luxury store policies are just bizarre."
"She called you a super VIP and even offered to clear the store. How much do you have to spend to reach that level?"
Pan Ning replied matter-of-factly, "A cumulative spending of over 18 million."
"How much?!" Su Yang froze.
Eighteen million—just on bags?
For a moment, Su Yang was truly stunned. He was still new to the world of the ultra-wealthy, and the idea of spending that much on handbags was mind-boggling.
Still, with billions in his account now, he quickly regained his composure. "So, how much have you spent here in total?"
Pan Ning thought for a moment. "Around 50 or 60 million, maybe more. I’ve lost track."
"Damn, that’s insane. So you must own a ton of Hermès bags, right?"
"Not that many. Just around a hundred," Pan Ning said casually.
Su Yang frowned. "But that still shouldn’t add up to tens of millions?"
Pan Ning glanced at him with a smile. "They don’t just sell bags. Their jewelry and clothing lines are excellent too."
Su Yang smacked his forehead, laughing awkwardly. "Right, duh. My bad, haha."
Soon, they followed the saleswoman to the very back of the store, where she opened what looked like an ordinary door.
Inside, however, was a hidden gem. Su Yang had assumed it was just a staff break room or fitting area, but the interior was even more luxurious than the main store—just much smaller.
A few glass cabinets, each two to three meters tall, displayed bags reserved exclusively for top-tier VIPs.
"Please, come in," the saleswoman said politely, gesturing for them to enter.
"Wow, this place is something else," Su Yang remarked as he stepped inside.
The saleswoman smiled. "This is our premium members’ private room. Regular customers can only shop in the retail area."
"Got it."
Su Yang turned to Pan Ning. "You pick. I’m clueless about these bags anyway."
Pan Ning nodded and followed the saleswoman to an ornate display case.
Ten minutes later, the saleswoman wrapped up three Birkin bags for Pan Ning.
Su Yang raised an eyebrow. "All set?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Only three? Why not grab a few more?"
Pan Ning shot him a look. "It’s not like picking vegetables. This is enough."
"Fine, let’s check out then."
At the counter, as the saleswoman rang them up, Su Yang’s jaw dropped when he saw the price of one particular bag—the Himalayan Diamond.
2.1 million yuan. For a single bag.
He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he’d misread it.
He’d heard Hermès Birkins were expensive, but this was beyond his expectations.
He’d once seen Yaya carrying one and had casually remarked about "bags costing tens of thousands." In his mind, the most a Birkin could cost was 300,000 or 400,000 yuan—never in his wildest dreams did he imagine one could surpass a million, let alone two. That was nearly the price of his RS7.
Once again, Su Yang was floored. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it—the sheer audacity of the price tag just caught him off guard.
The other two bags were far more "reasonable"—350,000 and 550,000 yuan respectively.
Pan Ning pointed to the 550,000-yuan bag. "This one’s for Qianyu."
Su Yang grinned. "You should’ve gotten her a Diamond one too."
Pan Ning replied flatly, "Those require pre-orders. I placed mine ages ago, and this store just got one in stock. There’s only this single piece."
Su Yang scratched his head. "Really? I thought you could just walk in and buy anything."
"Most things, yes. But not limited editions."
Su Yang nodded and said no more, pulling out his phone to pay.
"Miss Pan, your boyfriend truly adores you. He didn’t even blink while paying," the saleswoman teased.
Pan Ning joked, "Didn't he just rub his eyes earlier?"
Su Yang quickly explained, "I just didn’t expect a bag to be that expensive. Really opened my eyes."
He then turned to the sales associate and asked, "So, now that I have a purchase record, can I get a VIP card?"
The sales associate looked at Su Yang apologetically and said, "I’m sorry, sir, but this purchase is registered under Ms. Pan’s name..."
Su Yang chuckled helplessly. "Alright, no big deal."
After the three bags were packed, the two walked away under the envious gaze of the sales associate.
"Next!" Su Yang pointed ahead at a Tiffany & Co. store with a grin.
Pan Ning, being the type she was, naturally didn’t refuse. In her eyes, this amount of money was nothing to Su Yang, even though she wasn’t entirely sure about the extent of his wealth.
But after spending time with him, she could guess that his net worth was at least in the hundreds of millions.
She was genuinely happy that Su Yang was buying things for her—though she didn’t show it outright, she was deeply touched inside.
The two strolled through the Tiffany store, and half an hour later, they picked out a necklace, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, and a bangle.
But those were just for Pan Ning. Su Yang then had Pan Ning help select several more items for Meng Qianyu.
The final bill came to 880,000 yuan.
[Ding! Detected that the host is indulging in shopping with great enjoyment. Reward: 2 million yuan.]
Su Yang turned to Pan Ning with a smile. "How about a watch?"
"No need, I don’t really wear watches."
"Alright, then how about heading upstairs to check out some clothes?"
Pan Ning thought for a few seconds before replying, "Let’s skip the clothes for now. I’m getting hungry—let’s head back."
"Sure, we can come another time."
With that, the two grabbed their numerous shopping bags and left.
After they were gone, the sales associate who had assisted them crossed her arms, her face full of envy, and said to a coworker nearby, "Is this what the world of the rich is like?"
"What do you mean?"
"They just dropped nearly 900,000 yuan without blinking. Must be nice..."
The other girl shook her head with a wry smile. "Some things just aren’t meant for us. If you’re born with it, you have it. If not, you’ll probably never get it in this lifetime."
"Sigh... Why wasn’t I born with that kind of luck? That guy was so handsome, rich, and charming. I’m so jealous of that girl."
"Well, look at how stunning she is. We don’t have that kind of fate. Stop dreaming—customers are coming, back to work."
......
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?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
