Eighteen Years Old This Year

"……"

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.