"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.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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."
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.”
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.
