"Hey-ho."
"Hey-ho, hey."
Early morning sunlight filtered through the tree branches, scattering across the path fragrant with the smell of steamed buns.
A ponytailed girl held a bun in one hand while the other gestured vaguely in the air.
"What are you doing?" Ye Chuan asked, eyeing Luo Xi’s swaying, lively ponytail.
Her hands had been moving in all sorts of gestures since morning—anyone else might’ve thought she was performing some mysterious ritual.
"The broadcasting club needs to prepare a performance. A few of us decided we’re doing a dance," Luo Xi said with a cheerful grin.
Dancing?
"You can dance?" Ye Chuan had no idea about this.
"I can learn, okay?" Luo Xi tilted her body playfully, raising a finger and cutely shaking it in front of her lips with confidence. "With my athletic talent, dancing’s a piece of cake."
"Dancing’s good," Ye Chuan agreed. "Sweating a little makes it more fun. Like in P.E. class, in the equipment room, wearing gym clothes—"
Before he could finish the second word, Luo Xi stuffed a bun into his mouth.
"Jerk, stop talking." Her cheeks puffed up slightly.
She didn’t even know why she’d agreed to Ye Chuan’s antics in the first place.
Ye Chuan silently chewed the bun before adding, "Actually, I can dance too."
"I don’t believe you."
"Back when I did livestreams, I had to dance to please my top donors. I was practically a veteran performer." Ye Chuan demonstrated with a few exaggerated hip thrusts, earning an exasperated eye-roll from Luo Xi.
"Chuan, here." Luo Xi rummaged in her pocket.
"What?"
Ye Chuan felt something slip onto his wrist—a hair tie, clearly one Luo Xi had used before.
"What’s this, marking your territory?" Ye Chuan smirked, well aware of her possessive little gesture.
"Hmph." Luo Xi hummed triumphantly before wrapping her arms around his.
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At school, instead of diving straight into gaming or defending hooded radishes in EW, Ye Chuan opened the "Tenant of All Realms" app during class.
His inventory was packed with thousands of cultivation manuals, all scavenged from the Qingyun Sect’s treasury.
"Qingyun Sect should be thanking me for saving these from the heavenly tribulation," Ye Chuan muttered.
"Low-grade…"
"Mid-grade…"
"Hmm…"
He began sorting through them. Most were mediocre, so he dismissed them outright.
"Not many good ones here. Only the elders’ manuals are worth anything."
"Supreme-grade sword art—Qingyun Sword Technique?"
"Learn."
"Ten Thousand Methods of Utilizing a Furnace Cauldron?"
"Learn."
"Supreme-grade Breeze Movement Technique?"
"Learn."
Ye Chuan could master any technique without prerequisites, so he started combining them—sword arts as his main focus, movement techniques as support.
In one go, he learned over twenty supreme-grade sword techniques.
"Too bad they’re only supreme-grade," he sighed.
As he studied them, he noticed many similarities, allowing him to merge insights from different styles.
"Oh well, it’s still a big improvement. Before this, I barely had any moves." Previously, he’d only had one divine ability and a couple of techniques.
More skills were never a bad thing.
"As for these, I’ll sell them for spirit stones." He’d considered saving some for Bai Qianshuang, but she’d probably have a meltdown seeing Qingyun Sect’s techniques.
Plus, explaining their origin would be tricky.
["I found these!"]
Yeah, that wouldn’t fly—they weren’t even from the same world.
["Family heirlooms!"]
Qingyun Sect’s heirlooms? That’d probably tank Bai Qianshuang’s affection to rock bottom.
Forget it. Spirit stones it is.
He could always visit an auction house later—novels made it seem easy.
"Wish I had some god-tier techniques, though."
His phone buzzed.
[Recommended for You: Gacha Update! Now featuring Cultivation Manuals, Spells, and Magic Exchange (First Top-Up Bonus: $6 for 666 draws!)]
Ye Chuan: "…"
"If only I could just become an Immortal Emperor straight away," he said, raising his voice slightly.
The phone stayed silent.
"Trash algorithm." He scoffed.
[Recommended for You: Limited-Time Supreme Immortal Emperor Ascension Card! Special Price: 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999. Countdown: 59:59]
Ye Chuan: "…"
Not even Zimbabwe could afford that.
Ignoring the absurd offer, he focused on the gacha for techniques and spells.
The interface looked as barebones as ever, like it was slapped together last minute.
He half-suspected the app was laundering money through him.
"First draw for $6, then 10,000 per spin?" His eye twitched.
Even physique and spiritual root draws weren’t this expensive. Why were techniques priced like this?
Then again, top-tier techniques were as valuable as innate talents.
"Whatever, let’s try." It was just six bucks for the first draw.
Gacha time.
[Drawing in progress…]
[Congratulations! Obtained Passive: Mana Affinity. Added to inventory.]
Not from Tianxuan Continent?
Ye Chuan checked the details.
[Item: Mana Affinity (Passive)
Effect: Increases magic potency and reduces mana consumption.]
Not even supreme-grade, but passives were always useful.
Every bit counted.
Learn.
Immediately, his perception of his mana core sharpened.
"Might as well do a ten-pull." He’d already started—why not toss in 100,000 for a bigger splash?
The screen flashed gold!
[Congratulations! Obtained Mountain Crusher Technique. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! Obtained Magic Sword. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! Obtained Fireball Spell. Added to inventory.]
[Congratulations! Obtained Lightning Evasion. Added to inventory.]
[...]
Skimming through, the magic-based skills were decent—good for diversifying his arsenal.
But the real prize was the golden supreme-grade item.
[Item: Demon Light Beam
Effect: Unleashes a devastating mana ray. Duration and attributes scale with the user.]
A laser cannon?
Now that was useful.
Learn.
"Ugh, did I overdo it?" A dull ache pulsed in his head.
Probably mental overload from absorbing too much knowledge at once.
"Learned dozens today. Should take a break."
Besides, he still had to meet Wang Yanran for lunch later.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
