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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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!
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?!
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.”
