"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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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!
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?!
