Time quickly arrived at four in the afternoon.
Su Yang, having nothing much to do during the day, went to the supermarket to stock up on a pile of daily necessities.
He bought all sorts of food and drinks—anything he could think of—and before leaving, he even grabbed three boxes of condoms. The total came to over twenty thousand yuan.
Looking at the fully stocked fridge, Su Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, this should be enough for now."
[Ding! Detecting the host's cheerful mood. Reward: 100,000 yuan.]
—System, do you have any skills related to drinking? Like being able to drink endlessly without getting drunk?
[Yes, but details of unacquired skills cannot be disclosed for now.]
—That’s fine, no need for specifics. Next time I get a skill reward, can you prioritize giving me something like this?
[Skill acquisition is random. Specific skills cannot be requested.]
—Fine. Damn it, without a skill boost, there’s no way I can get Pan Ning drunk. Guess I’ll have to wait a bit longer to play hide-and-seek with her.
—Oh right, I haven’t checked in today. Let me do that.
[Ding! Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000 yuan.]
—Nice. Let me check my latest stats.
[Host: Su Yang]
[Age: 24]
[Height: 180 cm]
[Weight: 73.5 kg]
[Appearance: 88]
[Physique: 85]
[Body: 90]
[Charm: 90]
[Skills: Body Management Master, Professional Racing Driver Skills, Golden Divine Physique, Basic Combat Skills]
[Bound Individuals: Zhao Mengrou (Favorability: 70), Lu Yun (Favorability: 60), Lin Yiyi (Favorability: 50), Gu Xiaoman (Favorability: 65), Pan Ning (Favorability: 25), Shen Yixue (Favorability: 3)]
[Balance: 17,000,000+ yuan]
—Holy crap, over 17 million already?
—The more I spend, the more I have. This money just keeps growing. With the system, I’ll be a billionaire sooner or later.
Su Yang glanced at the virtual screen displaying the favorability levels of each bound individual. A few had increased slightly from before, though none had jumped by more than 20 points.
The system only gave notifications when favorability increased by more than 20 points.
His gaze lingered on Pan Ning’s favorability, still stuck at 25.
—Weird. A favorability of 25 is barely above a stranger’s level—just enough to be considered acquaintances.
—After last night, our relationship should at least be over 40. I don’t get it. That girl seems a little mysterious.
Unable to figure it out, Su Yang stopped dwelling on it.
After putting away his purchases, he checked the time and pulled out his phone to message Lu Yun.
"Almost off work?"
"Almost~" Lu Yun replied instantly.
"I’ll come pick you up then. What do you want for dinner?"
"Hmm~ I’m not sure. But shouldn’t I be asking you? I promised to treat you, so don’t try to pay, okay?"
"Got it, I won’t fight you for it."
"Let’s have hot pot. I haven’t had it in ages," Su Yang replied.
"Sounds good~"
"Alright, talk later. See you soon."
Closing his phone, Su Yang grabbed his backpack and headed out.
Arriving at the parking lot, he slid into the driver’s seat of his Porsche 911.
The drive from Senhai Manor to Lu Yun’s workplace wasn’t far—just about ten minutes.
Soon, Su Yang reached the shopping district where the LV store was located.
After parking, he walked into the store.
The LV boutique was bustling with customers, and at first, Su Yang didn’t spot Lu Yun.
A young, attractive saleswoman quickly approached him.
Upon getting a clear look at Su Yang, her eyes widened slightly. ‘So handsome!’
"Welcome to Louis Vuitton. What can I help you find today?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
Su Yang glanced at her and smiled faintly. "Not shopping today. Is Lu Yun here?"
"Lu Yun? Oh, Little Yun? She’s helping a customer with bags right now. Are you a friend of hers?"
"Yeah, I’m here to pick her up after work," Su Yang replied with a nod.
A flicker of disappointment and envy flashed in the saleswoman’s eyes, but she quickly masked it.
"Of course! You can wait in the lounge area if you’d like."
"Sure." Su Yang followed her to the seating area.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Just water is fine. No need to go out of your way."
"Alright, one moment." The saleswoman turned and left.
...
At the counter, an older-looking woman pulled the saleswoman aside. "Little Zhao, who’s that guy?"
Little Zhao grinned. "Probably Little Yun’s boyfriend. Said he’s here to pick her up."
"Wow! Since when did Little Yun secretly land such a hot boyfriend?"
"No idea! I was stunned when I first saw him. Seriously handsome—and his physique is unreal!"
The two whispered excitedly for a moment.
Little Zhao returned with a bottle of water. "Here you go, sir."
"Thanks," Su Yang said politely.
Seeing he wasn’t inclined to chat, she added, "Feel free to relax here. Let me know if you need anything."
"Got it. You can go ahead."
As Little Zhao turned away, she caught sight of Su Yang’s watch and nearly gasped.
"Sister Li, when I went to give him water, guess what watch he was wearing?"
"What watch?" Sister Li leaned in eagerly.
"Looked like a Vacheron Constantin."
"What?! Vacheron Constantin? That rich?!" Sister Li clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing she’d spoken too loudly. After confirming no one had noticed, she lowered her voice.
She stared at Su Yang from afar, admiration and longing written all over her face.
"So damn handsome. It’s been ages since I’ve seen a guy on this level—and loaded too! Where on earth did Little Yun find such a catch?"
"No clue. I’m beyond jealous~"
...
Su Yang sat scrolling through his phone, oblivious to the hushed conversation about him.
He didn’t bother having the system scan Little Zhao. She was pretty, but definitely not an 85 in his book.
Just as he was engrossed in his phone, a sudden scream echoed through the store.
"Ahhh!"
"Robbery!!"
Su Yang’s head snapped up. A man dressed entirely in black was sprinting toward the exit, arms laden with several designer bags.
For a split second, the entire store froze. Robberies were rare these days, especially in the heart of the city. No one expected it.
Su Yang immediately recognized the scream as Lu Yun’s.
The thief must have been the customer she was assisting earlier.
A thought flashed through his mind—his combat skills could finally be put to use. His eyes sharpened as he set down his phone and bolted toward the fleeing man.
...
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!
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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.”
