Soon, Liu Bo had arranged over a dozen sheets of paper in a circle around everyone. Each sheet bore a different word:
"Yes."
"No."
"I don’t know."
"Present."
"Absent."
"Allowed."
"Not allowed."
"Angry."
"Happy."
"Warning!"
"Danger!"
......
Su Yang leaned down to examine them one by one, curiosity piqued. "What do these words mean?"
Liu Bo chuckled. "Once we summon the Bottle Spirit, we’ll ask it questions, and these words will be its answers."
"Summon it? How?" Zhang Ziming looked utterly baffled—clearly, he’d never played this kind of game before.
Liu Bo wasn’t sure how to explain either. He sat down and said, "Don’t rush. Everyone, sit properly and hold hands in a circle."
As he spoke, he reached out to Liu Meng and Liu Wenxin beside him.
Liu Meng laughed. "I have a strong suspicion you’re using this game as an excuse to cop a feel."
"How is holding hands copping a feel?" Liu Bo took Liu Meng’s hand with his left and grasped Liu Wenxin’s with his right.
Liu Wenxin, her face tense, asked, "Why do I feel a little creeped out already?"
"We haven’t even started yet. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of yang energy."
The others followed suit, linking hands with those beside them. Su Yang, seated between Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun, naturally took their hands.
Everyone sat on the circular sofa, hands joined, staring at the slips of paper on the table.
Liu Bo cleared his throat. "Alright, let’s begin. Everyone, repeat after me: ‘Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, you are my past life, I am your present. If you wish to reconnect our fate, reveal yourself now!’"
After reciting it, Liu Bo glanced around. "Why are you all just sitting there? Say it with me."
"Ugh, can we not do this? It’s so creepy!" Xia Keke protested.
"No, we’ve already started. We have to finish the ritual. Come on, repeat after me."
Together, they chanted, "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, you are my past life, I am your present. If you wish to reconnect our fate, reveal yourself now!"
Once the chant ended, Liu Bo stood up and spun the black beer bottle placed at the center of the table.
Swish, swish, swish.
A few seconds later, the bottle stopped, its neck pointing at the slip that read "Present."
"The Bottle Spirit is here!" Liu Bo exclaimed.
Su Yang smirked. "You arranged the papers in a circle—no matter where it stops, it’ll always land on something."
Liu Bo shot him a stern look. "Brother Yang, don’t speak carelessly. The Bottle Spirit has manifested."
He spun the bottle again, asking aloud, "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we’d like to ask you some questions. Can you answer us?"
The bottle stopped, its neck aligned with "Allowed."
"Holy shit!!" Zhang Ziming shot to his feet, eyes fixed on the bottle.
"Coincidence, right?!"
The girls shuddered, goosebumps rising on their skin.
Ignoring Zhang Ziming, Liu Bo spun the bottle once more. "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, will I find a girl to love deeply in the future?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Could you ask something more serious?"
But the bottle was already slowing down. Moments later, it pointed again to "Allowed."
"What the hell?! This is too freaky!" Su Yang stared in disbelief.
Liu Bo beamed. "Thank you, Bottle Spirit!"
"Let me try." Su Yang stood and took the bottle, giving it a spin. He tossed out a casual question: "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, am I handsome?"
The bottle slowed, then stopped at "Yes."
"No way!!" Su Yang shuddered, the hairs on his arms standing on end.
Meng Wenzhou frowned. "There’s no way it’s this accurate. There are so many slips on the table."
"Want to test it yourself?" Liu Bo handed him the bottle.
Meng Wenzhou grinned. "Sure, why not?"
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, are you inside this villa right now?"
"Ugh, don’t ask stuff like that!" Xia Keke cried out.
But Meng Wenzhou had already spun the bottle.
Ten seconds later, it landed on "Present."
"Ahhh!! I’m done, I’m not playing anymore!!" Han Xiaoyu scrambled onto the sofa, curling into a ball.
"What’s there to fear? The Bottle Spirit is friendly." Liu Bo spun the bottle again. "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we’re all good people. How are you feeling right now?"
The bottle pointed to "Happy."
Liu Bo laughed. "See? The Bottle Spirit is happy. It means no harm."
The sight of the "Happy" slip eased the girls’ nerves slightly.
Zhang Ziming grabbed the bottle. "This is insane. My turn."
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, is there anything unclean in this villa? Answer yes or no."
He spun the bottle.
As it slowed, everyone held their breath.
The neck came to rest on "Yes."
"Ahhh, stop, stop! We really can’t keep playing!!" Xia Keke yelped.
Tang Ziyun, frightened, clung to Su Yang’s arm.
"Come on, I still have so many questions!" Zhang Ziming scowled. "I don’t believe this! Bottle Spirit, are you messing with me? This is a five-star hotel—there’s no way anything unclean is here!"
He spun the bottle again.
This time, it landed on "Angry."
"What the—?"
Pan Ning instinctively moved closer to Su Yang.
Tang Ziyun whispered fearfully, "Did it actually get angry?"
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Relax. Probably just Liu Bo rigging it. No way every answer could be this precise."
Liu Bo quickly pulled Zhang Ziming back. "What are you doing? You pissed off the Bottle Spirit!"
"Then what do we do?"
"Now we have to send it back."
"You do it. You’re the one who summoned it."
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we were disrespectful earlier. Our questions are finished now. Please return to your realm!" Liu Bo solemnly spun the bottle one last time.
Su Yang took a deep breath, watching the table.
After more than ten seconds, the bottle stopped—pointing straight at "Warning!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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his freshman year, Su Bai accidentally bound the "Indulgence Tycoon System." 【Sleeping in? Reward: +$1,000】 【Spent $288 at a street barbecue stall? Cashback: +$2,880】 【Dropped $14,396 on in-game skins? Special reward unlocked: A brand-new Porsche Panamera!】 Luxury cars, penthouses, corporate shares, financial empires… College life was all about living freely and doing whatever he pleased! … When the adorably naive academic genius faced family medical bills and financial struggles, Su Bai waved his hand dismissively: "Your future is on me." "Wuwu~ Big Brother is so good to me! I’ll become a scientist to repay you!" When the genius girl got bullied by a shady professor? Su Bai casually dropped a billion-dollar investment, forcing the university to grovel and beg for her return. A company’s funding chain collapsing? Su Bai smirked—cash was the one thing he’d never run out of. Years later, when people traced the rise of the AI prodigy beauty, who was the man behind her success? Not just that—Su Bai also became the tsundere campus belle’s unattainable dream, the contrast senior’s daily necessity, and the beautiful counselor’s emotional anchor…
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
