Opening his eyes, Ye Chuan realized he was back in his real-world room.
The window nearby was open, revealing a dark blue sky dotted with the glow of countless city lights. The evening breeze drifted in, causing the wind chimes hanging by the window to emit a pleasant sound.
Compared to the recent ordeal of dealing with the red-dressed female ghost and wandering spirits, the gentle wind against his face made Ye Chuan feel as though his soul had been cleansed.
Home truly was where everything felt right.
What were those monsters and demons, anyway? Even ordinary people rarely encountered them.
Ye Chuan checked the time again.
It was almost the same as before his adventure, meaning no real-world time had been wasted during the full-dive experience?
If that was the case, the money he’d spent was worth it—at least it eased the sting a little.
Every little advantage counted.
That was how Ye Chuan comforted himself.
Suddenly remembering something, he rubbed the jade pendant hanging on his chest. Almost immediately, a voice echoed in his mind, "Hey! Stop touching me!"
Hearing this, Ye Chuan deliberately rubbed it a few more times.
The pendant emitted a faint glow as Lilith flew out, wearing a fierce expression. The moment she appeared, she tugged at Ye Chuan’s ear and shouted, "Stop groping my body!!"
"Oh?" Ye Chuan smirked and pulled out a bottle of spirit essence from his spatial backpack.
Lilith froze. Why did he still have spirit essence?
And not just any spirit essence—this batch looked remarkably high-quality.
She immediately reached out, chanting, "Bara-la!"
The essence floated out of the bottle, only to vanish into thin air the next second, leaving no trace behind.
Lilith paused, sensing residual spatial energy. She turned to Ye Chuan. "You hid it?"
Ye Chuan coughed lightly, leaning back defensively.
"I worked hard for these, risking life and limb to defeat countless ghosts. Don’t I deserve some appreciation?"
Lilith crossed her arms, scrutinizing him—
She’d been with Ye Chuan the entire time, or more accurately, he’d dragged her along.
She knew exactly what he’d been up to.
When would he have had time to collect spirit essence?
"Fine. What do you want?" Lilith asked, lazily crossing her legs mid-air.
"I want you—"
"You really are twisted!" Lilith’s eyes widened.
"Let me finish," Ye Chuan rolled his eyes. "What’s the rush?"
Lilith exhaled in relief.
"I want you to call me 'Master.'" Ye Chuan grinned.
"How is that any different from what you just said?!"
Lilith outright rejected the idea. If calling him "Master" was the price, she’d rather recover her soul’s power on her own.
Just then, Ye Chuan’s phone vibrated.
[Notice: Lilith’s trust level has dropped to 1. Lower trust increases the likelihood of a tenant leaving.]
"Just kidding, it’s all yours." Seeing Lilith ready to bolt, Ye Chuan quickly produced the bottle again, smiling. "Please enjoy, Miss Lilith."
Lilith eyed him suspiciously.
"Hmph. I don’t need it anymore." She narrowed her eyes like an irritated cat.
"No? That’s a shame. I could’ve gotten you more." Ye Chuan sighed.
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, Lilith finally asked, "Really?"
"Dead serious. Truer than a snow leopard."
Though she didn’t fully grasp his analogy, Lilith sensed no deceit. She absorbed all the spirit essence, her form growing more solid.
"What do you want in return? Magic, potions, puppetry—I can teach you."
Feeling her strength return, Lilith’s mood improved.
Ye Chuan shook his head. "Not interested in those right now."
"Then what?" Lilith frowned.
"Your trust."
"..." Lilith’s brows knitted. She wasn’t afraid of Ye Chuan having ulterior motives—it was those with none that worried her most. People like that usually had something worse brewing.
"I can’t fully trust you yet. We haven’t known each other long enough," she stated bluntly.
"That’s fine. This is enough." Ye Chuan said.
Though puzzled, Lilith conceded, "But since you asked, I’ll try to trust you."
Ye Chuan nodded.
Still feeling odd, Lilith retreated into the jade pendant. "I’m resting now."
"Alright, sweet dreams~"
Ye Chuan’s sugary tone sent shivers down Lilith’s spine. She transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the pendant.
Checking his phone, Ye Chuan noted Lilith’s favorability and trust had risen significantly.
Gifting spirit essence was definitely the right move.
[Daily income: 5000 → 9000. Medium chance of obtaining magic-related items.]
[Daily points: 15 → 25.]
An S-tier tenant indeed—her first boost matched Bai Qianshuang’s level. Ye Chuan nodded in satisfaction.
With this, his daily earnings hit 20,000.
Sixty grand a month.
Unthinkable in the past.
[Obtained Lilith-related item. Added to backpack.]
Oh?
A loot drop?
Ye Chuan opened his backpack and found a new item—a monocle.
[Item: Magic Eyepiece
Effect: X-ray vision, dispels illusions.]
X-ray vision…
This little witch’s drops are pretty interesting.
Ye Chuan equipped it and immediately noticed the difference. The wall beside him turned translucent, revealing Lan Xiaoke in the next room playing with slime.
"..." After watching for a moment, he shifted his gaze to Bai Qianshuang’s room.
She was photographing her sword, occasionally wiping it down or striking a pose.
"She really loves that sword," Ye Chuan mused before removing the eyepiece.
His spiritual sense could achieve similar effects, but this required no mental energy.
Still, it had its charm.
Wonder what other fun items await.
Not long after, his phone buzzed again—a message from Luo Xi.
Luo Xi: Chuan, my dad’s connected with the chairman. When do we deliver the medicine?
Ye Chuan recalled the plan to sell the pills.
The initial idea was to give the first batch for free—after all, they were diluted. As long as they worked, the buyer would surely pay top dollar for more.
With that in mind, Ye Chuan used his alchemy skill to craft a few more Deer Blood Pills.
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.”
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?!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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."
