"……"
On the other side, Ye Chuan also exited the adventure mode.
Back in his familiar bed, the evening breeze drifted in through the window, peaceful and serene.
Ye Chuan loved this feeling.
No worries, no disturbances—this space belonged entirely to him. Even the wind blowing in felt free.
So, what was the definition of happiness?
To Ye Chuan, it was a feeling.
During his lowest moments, when Luo Xi held him tightly, the warmth of her soft embrace against his face was the happiest he had ever been.
Ye Chuan exhaled slowly, stretching his body on the bed before giving a slight shiver.
Hah.
Suddenly, the jade pendant on his chest emitted a faint glow, and Lilith’s petite figure emerged from it. As usual, she sat cross-legged on an invisible chair, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion. "Where did you just go?"
Ye Chuan was taken aback, surprised that Lilith had noticed.
When he returned from the adventure, time shouldn’t have changed at all.
Yet, she had sensed something.
Truly worthy of being a supreme-tier grand mage, an S-rank sunflower.
"You actually noticed?" Ye Chuan was intrigued by Lilith’s abilities and smirked. "Care to guess?"
"I am uncertain, but I can sense traces of time law energy on you," Lilith replied, twirling a strand of her hair as she scrutinized him.
After a few seconds, she didn’t press further and transformed back into a stream of light, returning to the jade pendant. Only a single sentence lingered in his mind:
"Gather more soul energy for me, and I’ll reward you with something good."
Something good?
If Lilith called it that, it must be a treasure.
But where could he collect spirit essence?
The Wang family was probably the best bet.
Too bad the one-time adventure had disappeared—a world like "Ghost Dorm" would’ve been perfect.
Ye Chuan opened the points store but found nothing useful.
Guess he’d have to wait for a refresh.
For now, sleep was the priority. Even though his body wasn’t tired, the mental exhaustion from the Qingyun Sect escapade was no joke.
The night passed without incident, without any X.
……
Morning came.
While having breakfast, Ye Chuan learned about Bai Qianshuang’s need for an ID—apparently, she couldn’t even start her first livestream without proper identification.
"Yeah, yeah, that’s right," Lan Xiaoke chimed in, nodding vigorously. "Qianshuang needs an ID. Ye Chuan, can you help?"
"Getting an ID isn’t too hard," Ye Chuan mused after a moment of thought.
He could just ask Wang Yanran for help. If she couldn’t manage, Qiao Xin probably could. For a powerful family like theirs, arranging a simple ID for Bai Qianshuang would be child’s play.
"What about you, Xiaoke?" Ye Chuan asked. If she wanted to keep gaming, she’d need an ID too—right now, she was still using his credentials.
Lan Xiaoke pointed at herself. "Even a dead person can get one?"
"If an immortal can, why not a little ghost like you?" Ye Chuan replied. Besides, if Lan Xiaoke could break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, she’d probably be able to materialize a physical form.
Her cultivation speed wasn’t bad—she was just lazy.
Then again, what else could you expect from a dim-witted ghost who choked to death on instant noodles?
"Getting an ID… isn’t hard?" Bai Qianshuang seemed surprised, having assumed it would be much more difficult.
"Yeah. I’ll just register your household under mine," Ye Chuan said with a smile. "From now on, we’re family."
His own household registry only had his name—a lonely situation, really.
Bai Qianshuang froze for a moment.
Family.
The word struck a chord in her heart, and she unconsciously clutched the fabric over her chest.
"What about me? Can pets be registered too?" Lan Xiaoke immediately asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Ye Chuan glanced at her, his lips twitching.
Since when were you so eager to be a pet?
Honestly, if Lan Xiaoke hadn’t tried to run away before, he wouldn’t have let Wang Yanran put a collar on her.
Ye Chuan never treated her like a pet—just a regular girl.
But she seemed to be enjoying the role a little too much?
He hadn’t trained her like that.
"You’ll be the same as Qianshuang."
"Yay!" Lan Xiaoke cheered, throwing her hands up in delight.
After breakfast, Ye Chuan called Wang Yanran.
"Ye Chuan, good morning. What do you need?" Her voice came through the phone.
"I need you to—"
"Ah…? Okay." Before he could finish, Wang Yanran responded.
"No, I mean, I need you to help me with something."
A few seconds of silence passed on the other end. "That’s fine too."
Ye Chuan had the feeling she’d misunderstood. He quickly explained the situation.
"An ID? That’s no trouble at all," Wang Yanran said, readily agreeing.
Compared to other favors, this was trivial for the Wang family. In fact, she was glad Ye Chuan had asked—this was how relationships were built, through mutual favors.
"Just send me the basic details, and I’ll have someone take care of it."
"Got it."
After hanging up, Ye Chuan set his phone down.
"Done," he announced to Lan Xiaoke and Bai Qianshuang.
"Just like that?" Bai Qianshuang asked. She’d looked it up last night and thought it would be nearly impossible.
She had even resigned herself to never truly fitting into this world.
Yet Ye Chuan had solved it in an instant.
"Whether it’s easy or not depends on who you ask," Ye Chuan said with a light cough. In his past life, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.
But now? He was cultivating immortality—getting an ID was nothing.
Ye Chuan typed out Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke’s details in the chat with Wang Yanran.
"Bai Qianshuang… 18 years old…"
"Lan Xiaoke… over 40?"
"Eighteen! I’m only eighteen!" Lan Xiaoke threw a tantrum upon hearing Ye Chuan’s draft, rolling around mid-air. "Wahhh, I died when I was eighteen! I look eighteen too!"
"Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen!"
"Forever eighteen~"
Lan Xiaoke was really hung up on her age, even resorting to a full-blown meltdown.
"Alright, alright, eighteen it is. We’ll just use the age you were when you died," Ye Chuan amended, changing the number from over 40 to 18.
Since she died at eighteen, she was technically frozen at that age forever, right?
After filling in their basic information, he sent it to Wang Yanran.
Wang Yanran: Received.
Wang Yanran: Are you free for lunch?
Ye Chuan: Sure.
Since Wang Yanran had helped him, a meal together was the least he could do. Besides, he figured she probably wanted to discuss the Rejuvenation Pills.
And he could deliver the Deer Blood Pills ahead of schedule too.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
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."
