"Ye Chuan, someone's looking for you!" Someone shouted from the doorway, catching the attention of Ye Chuan and a few others.
Ye Chuan looked up and was surprised to see a familiar face.
Wang Yanran.
She was dressed in Yinshan's uniform, her long curly hair framing her sweet smile.
Wang Yanran had sent Ye Chuan a few messages, but after receiving no reply, she decided to visit him in person. After all, her grandfather had emphasized how crucial this matter was—they absolutely had to secure that miraculous pill.
"Wang Yanran…" Ye Chuan's eyes lit up at the sight of his familiar "money tree," and he quickly walked over. "Ahem… Yanran, my dear."
Wang Yanran was momentarily taken aback by Ye Chuan's enthusiasm. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, wondering if her careful styling had something to do with it.
"Ye Chuan, do you have a moment to talk?" Wang Yanran asked. The classroom was crowded, making it inconvenient for a private conversation.
"Sure."
After exchanging a few words, the two left the classroom.
Meanwhile, Luo Xi and An Shiyu exchanged glances as they watched their retreating figures.
"Xiao Yu, why is Chuan so eager? Does he like her?" Luo Xi couldn't help but feel a pang of insecurity. Just last night, she and Ye Chuan had been so close, yet now he had left without hesitation to follow another girl.
What if they…?
At the thought, Luo Xi's beautiful eyes widened slightly.
"It's fine. I think you hold a unique place in that guy's heart," An Shiyu said, smirking at Luo Xi's jealous expression. "Ah, what can you do? Teenage girls are like this—walking vinegar jars."
"I-It's not like that!" Luo Xi buried her face in her arms, her cheeks flushing red under An Shiyu's teasing gaze.
……
"So, your family is interested in the pill, right?"
At a quiet balcony, Ye Chuan didn’t seem surprised by Wang Yanran’s request. After all, he had given her the Deer Blood Pill earlier to test its effects, hoping to exchange it for spirit essence.
"Yes, my grandfather is very interested in that pill. If possible, he’d like to trade it for spirit essence."
Wang Yanran nodded. This was something her grandfather had emphasized—they needed to secure as many pills as possible, as it concerned the family’s future.
Though she hadn’t taken the pill herself, her grandfather’s grave expression told her it was no ordinary item.
Most likely, this pill could help their family’s super-warriors undergo a complete transformation, elevating their strength to new heights.
"Sure. Besides spirit essence, money works too," Ye Chuan said.
He still needed funds to refine the Crystal Pill. No one knew just how difficult it was to produce even a single first-grade Crystal Pill.
"Really?" Wang Yanran’s eyes brightened at the mention of money. Their family had plenty of wealth, but spirit essence was a scarce resource—slow to accumulate and vital for their super-warriors’ growth.
Money could be earned daily, but ghosts weren’t encountered every day, and hunting those spirits required effort.
"Right." Ye Chuan nodded.
Considering the Wang family’s sincerity, he gave them a fair price.
"Two hundred thousand per pill."
"Two hundred thousand?" Wang Yanran blinked, clearly not expecting such a figure.
"Problem?" Ye Chuan asked, noticing her hesitation.
Though the Deer Blood Pill was just a mortal-grade pill for boosting vitality, it didn’t exist in this world, and its effects were remarkably potent upon first use.
"N-No, I just didn’t expect it to be so… cheap," Wang Yanran admitted honestly. Given her grandfather’s reaction, she had assumed the pill would be far more valuable.
Cheap?
Realizing Wang Yanran was wealthier than he thought, Ye Chuan coughed lightly. "Well, the two hundred thousand price is only for the first three pills—a friends-and-family discount."
"After that, it’ll be eight hundred thousand per pill, and limited in quantity."
"I see. That makes sense." Wang Yanran accepted the terms without batting an eye.
Seeing her unfazed expression, Ye Chuan wondered—could she even accept eight million?
Maybe I should quote higher next time.
Every extra bit counts.
Ye Chuan then explained more about the Deer Blood Pill. Hearing that its effects diminished with repeated use, Wang Yanran seemed slightly disappointed.
"Still, a few doses will be effective, so no need to worry," Ye Chuan reassured her.
"Understood." Wang Yanran relaxed.
"By the way, Ye Chuan, about the Super Martial Assembly—would you like intel on your opponents? Some of them are quite formidable talents," Wang Yanran offered.
Ye Chuan almost laughed. At his peak Foundation Establishment realm, what use did he have for intel?
You really don’t get it, do you?
"I’ve met many prodigies, but they all call me the real genius," Ye Chuan said, clasping his hands behind his back and gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle.
Wang Yanran’s heart trembled.
Right. If even ordinary ghost kings couldn’t touch Ye Chuan, how could mere aristocratic heirs stand a chance?
"Ye Chuan, here’s a card with eight million. Consider it a deposit." Wang Yanran handed him a card.
Eight million?!
Ye Chuan stiffened, his hand halfway outstretched when she added, "For the miraculous pills."
"Ahem—a deposit, right? Got it." He coughed violently before regaining his composure. "How many are you planning to buy?"
"Since you said the first three are two hundred thousand and the rest eight hundred thousand, we’d like twenty-seven pills—worth twenty million in total," Wang Yanran calculated.
"Twenty million…" Ye Chuan’s fingers twitched, but he masked it well, nodding calmly before pocketing the eight-million card.
With this much money, he could fill his app’s reserves to the brim!
"Ahem, actually, I also have a healing pill. Interested?" Ye Chuan smoothly pivoted to another product.
This pill business is insanely profitable.
"Healing?" Wang Yanran perked up. "For injuries?"
"Same deal—I’ll give you one free sample. If it works, come back for more."
Ye Chuan pulled out a Spring Recovery Pill from his bag.
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?"
