Su Yang had never gifted anyone on Douyin before, no matter how much he liked them. Not even a single "little heart"—he was all about free entertainment.
Back then, it was because he couldn’t afford it. But now things were different. If he wanted to get someone’s contact info or even meet up in person, not sending gifts was out of the question.
Su Yang knew this well.
Without hesitation, he opened the recharge page and topped up 50,000 yuan. After a few taps, his account balance showed 350,000 diamonds.
"That should do it. Time to send!"
With that, Su Yang opened the gifts section and immediately sent ten Porsches.
At that moment, a flurry of Porsche animations flooded the screen. Lin Yiyi, noticing the sudden shower of gifts, couldn’t hide her excitement.
She stopped dancing mid-performance, her expression stunned as she leaned closer to the camera. "Wow! Thank you, ‘Grocery Shopping in a Sports Car’ bro, for the ten Porsches! Love you, bro!"
"Whoa, a big spender just showed up!"
"Damn, this guy’s insane!"
"Look at his username—‘Grocery Shopping in a Sports Car.’ Of course he’s loaded!"
"Ten Porsches and you’re impressed? That’s nothing."
"Oh yeah? Then why don’t you whip out your keyboard and send ten yourself?"
Su Yang smirked at the comments, unfazed, as he lit a cigarette.
"Love you, Grocery Shopping bro! Everyone, don’t forget to follow me!"
"Hey streamer, what gift do I need to send to get a meal with you?"
Lin Yiyi blushed slightly as she read the chat aloud. "A meal? What kind of meal?"
"Stop playing innocent. What gift gets us your WeChat?"
"Sorry, guys, I don’t share my WeChat. But if you like me, a follow and some likes would mean a lot!"
"Pfft. No WeChat? Not worth it. Guess my premium Huazi cigarettes will go to waste."
"Stop yapping. If you’ve got the guts, send something! One Huazi and she’ll probably add you."
"Yeah, if you want WeChat, start with a big rocket at least."
The chat erupted again.
Su Yang exhaled a slow stream of smoke, eyes narrowing slightly as he prepared for round two.
He scrolled to the "Douyin No. 1" gift and, without hesitation, sent ten more.
The screen exploded with dazzling rocket animations.
Lin Yiyi’s mind blanked at the sight of ten No. 1 gifts flooding her stream.
As a small-time streamer who’d only been live for about a month, she’d gotten a few Porsches before—but never a "Douyin No. 1."
And now, ten at once? She couldn’t believe it.
"Thank you, Grocery Shopping bro, for the ten No. 1s! You’re the best, seriously—love you!"
"Holy crap! Ten No. 1s?! This guy’s a legend!"
"I thought the ten Porsches were crazy, but now ten rockets? This dude’s on another level!"
"You think he’d be the top gifter if he wasn’t? Instant rank one!"
"Thanks again, Grocery Shopping bro! I followed you!"
"Ten No. 1s and all you give is a follow? No wonder your channel’s stuck, streamer."
"Fr, other streamers would’ve slid into his DMs after one rocket, let alone ten."
Su Yang’s lips curled into a faint smile as he watched the chaos unfold.
"Damn, these folks are on fire! Keep the comments coming—what a perfect assist. I haven’t even said a word, and the effect is already this good. Heh, keep it up."
Lin Yiyi was also watching the live chat, and seeing the flood of "Add me on WeChat" messages, she felt her resolve waver slightly.
Still, ten "Douyin No.1" gifts weren’t enough to make her hand over her WeChat just yet. She knew the value of playing hard to get—bigger fish required patience.
Besides, in the live-streaming world, ten "Douyin No.1" gifts were nothing special. Even as a newbie streamer, she was well aware of her striking looks. A little restraint would only make the big spenders more eager.
Su Yang wasn’t in a hurry either. He checked his balance—still plenty of diamonds left. This time, he planned to go all out with "Hua Zi" gifts.
But one "Hua Zi" cost 30,000 diamonds, and sending ten at once would drain his stash. He was short by tens of thousands.
Without hesitation, he tapped the recharge button and topped up another 100,000 yuan.
Now, his account boasted over 930,000 diamonds.
"Good enough."
He navigated to the gifts section, selected "Hua Zi," and sent ten in a row.
Just as the viewers were busy bickering in the chat, the screen exploded with the most extravagant gift effect of all—the "Carnival" animation.
"Holy crap! Here we go again—ten 'Hua Zi' gifts!!"
"Boss Cai, you’re insane!"
"No way! This dude’s the real deal!"
"Boss Cai must have his eyes on this streamer."
"Boss Cai, you legend!"
With Su Yang’s ten "Carnival" gifts lighting up the screen, the chat erupted into another frenzy.
Lin Yiyi was genuinely stunned this time. She never expected him to drop ten "Hua Zi" gifts in one go—that was 30,000 yuan in cold, hard cash.
Who just casually threw around tens of thousands like it was nothing? And his username didn’t ring any bells—clearly, this was his first time in her stream. Yet after barely a glance, he’d gone all out.
That wasn’t even counting the ten "Porsche" and ten "Douyin No.1" gifts from earlier. In just this short session, she’d already pocketed over 20,000 yuan.
Watching the "Carnival" effects shimmer across her screen, Lin Yiyi’s heart raced.
She leaned closer, her fair cheeks flushing pink as she poured on the gratitude. But words alone didn’t feel like enough—she took a step back and bowed deeply.
"Streamer, this is your chance! If you don’t add this low-key big spender on WeChat, I will!"
"Who even are you? Like he’d notice you."
"Doesn’t matter—I’m all about this understated, high-roller energy!"
"Ten 'Hua Zi' without a single peep? Damn, streaming really pays."
"Only if you’re pretty enough to catch a big spender’s eye, though."
Su Yang scrolled through the barrage of thirsty comments, a smirk tugging at his lips. "The thrill of reckless spending—nothing beats it."
[Ding! System detected host’s post-spending euphoria. Reward: 228,000 yuan.]
—What the hell! 228,000?!
—Spent 150,000 and still ended up 78,000 in profit?
—This system’s god-tier. The money’s literally endless! Hahaha!
Su Yang burst out laughing and turned his attention back to his phone.
Lin Yiyi’s face grew hotter as she read the increasingly bold comments flooding her screen.
She knew exactly why someone would shower her with gifts like this—there were unspoken expectations.
But as the chat had pointed out, if Su Yang became a regular in her stream, her future earnings would skyrocket.
And if he turned out to be some young, handsome guy? Well, meeting up offline for a meal wouldn’t be the worst idea.
Although she had previously said she wouldn’t add people on WeChat just for receiving gifts, that was merely lip service. Ordinary small gifts wouldn’t warrant an add, but for lavish gifts like "Hua Zi," she couldn’t risk losing a big spender by refusing.
After all, rules could always bend when enough money was on the table.
She’d add him first and see how things played out.
......
Thanks to Su Yang’s continuous gift spree, the live stream’s viewer count surged from a few dozen to several hundred.
The platform’s algorithm noticed the momentum and pushed more traffic her way.
"Brother ‘Grocery Shopper,’ thank you for the gifts! Let’s connect on WeChat—I’ll message you privately after I end the stream," Lin Yiyi cooed.
This was exactly what Su Yang had been waiting for.
He typed in the chat: "Ok!"
Without another word, he sent ten more "Hua Zi" in a row, then swiped away, leaving Lin Yiyi stunned and the audience buzzing.
Su Yang wasted no time. Mission accomplished here, he moved on to scout other targets.
As the old saying went: cast a wide net first—quantity before quality.
Not that quality was ever an issue for Su Yang. Anyone he chose to "bind" with was top-tier by default.
He simply enjoyed the chase. The future could wait; instant gratification was the priority.
Besides, he didn’t consider this behavior "player" material. Until things got physical, it didn’t count.
And even if they did—so what? With a system like his, a little mischief was par for the course.
No guilt, no second thoughts. Pure, unfiltered indulgence.
But after leaving Lin Yiyi’s stream, Su Yang browsed seven or eight more appealing hosts without finding a single one scoring above 85 points.
By 9 PM, fatigue hit him like a wave. His eyes shut, and he was out cold.
......
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.”
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
