"Recently, many families from the Super Martial circles have been inquiring about you, Ye Chuan," Wang Yanran said as she settled into the driver's seat. She put on her sunglasses and glanced at Ye Chuan through the rearview mirror.
After all, Ye Chuan had made a stunning debut at the Super Martial Assembly with overwhelming dominance, naturally drawing the attention of various Super Martial families, all speculating about his origins.
Moreover, the matter had already been reported to the higher-ups of the Super Martial Alliance.
According to the Wang family's intelligence, Ye Chuan's strength had even caught the attention of the big shots at the headquarters, who would soon send someone to make contact with him.
"It doesn't matter," Ye Chuan said, completely unfazed by the investigations from the Super Martial families. With the Wang family backing him, not to mention his own overwhelming stats, any underhanded tactics would be useless against him.
Having no family, he didn’t even have any weaknesses.
Well, if he had to name one, Luo Xi could be considered Ye Chuan's only vulnerability. But he had already assigned the advanced squad clones he subdued in the "Ghost Dorm" to protect her. At the first sign of danger, those high-level player clones would emerge from Luo Xi's shadow to deal with any threats.
And now, with his abilities recently upgraded, those clones were at least at the Crystal Stage in cultivation.
Underhanded?
Not at all—just pure mechanics.
After waiting by the roadside for a while, Ye Chuan spotted Luo Xi outside the car window. She was carrying a bag, her long, shapely legs moving with light steps as her eyes searched for something.
Seeing that familiar bouncing ponytail, Ye Chuan rolled down the window and waved at her.
"Ah, Chuan-Chuan!" Luo Xi noticed the Maybach parked nearby and jogged over. "I-I didn’t notice the car earlier, hehe."
"Hello, Classmate Wang," Luo Xi greeted Wang Yanran as she got into the car.
"Hello," Wang Yanran replied. Once Luo Xi was settled in, she started the engine.
The car drove smoothly along the road, which wasn’t too crowded, so they would arrive at school earlier than expected.
"Chuan-Chuan, this car is so expensive," Luo Xi whispered. She had looked up the price online last night and was shocked to find it cost several million!
At first, she thought she must have misread, but since Wang Yanran had mentioned the model and the pictures matched exactly, Luo Xi confirmed it was indeed the same car Ye Chuan had bought.
But didn’t Ye Chuan only have a little over a million? How could he afford a car worth several million?
Luo Xi couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Ye Chuan just smiled. "I’ll be even richer in the future."
"You becoming so wealthy all of a sudden feels a bit unreal to me," Luo Xi said, playing with her fingers before giggling cutely.
"Isn’t it good to get rich together?"
"Of course it is," Luo Xi murmured softly.
After a pause, she glanced at Wang Yanran in the driver’s seat. "Isn’t it a bit... inappropriate to have Classmate Wang act as your driver?"
After all, Wang Yanran was just a classmate. She couldn’t possibly be Ye Chuan’s chauffeur forever, could she?
"It’s fine. Ye Chuan has helped me a lot. Being his driver is just a small favor," Wang Yanran responded.
Helped a lot?
Under Luo Xi’s questioning gaze, Ye Chuan casually explained, "Her family signed up for a talent showcase competition, and your dear husband here represented them and won first place."
"That’s amazing! What kind of talent was it?"
"A magic competition—fire-breathing, ice-making, the whole deal. I’ll show you sometime."
Wang Yanran, sitting in the driver’s seat, seemed to struggle to keep a straight face, her lips twitching slightly.
One had the audacity to say it, and the other had the innocence to believe it.
Luo Xi didn’t seem to doubt a word.
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Once they arrived at school, Ye Chuan had barely taken his seat when Luo Xi and An Shiyu went off to discuss the class’s theme for the upcoming school festival.
Thanks to Ye Chuan’s suggestion, the class had voted, and the maid café idea won by a landslide, followed closely by a haunted house.
Oddly enough, even though there were more girls in the class, the maid café had the most votes.
Maybe some of the girls just really liked wearing cute maid outfits.
"What, can’t guys wear skirts too?" During the discussion, Ye Chuan overheard a boy shouting at Luo Xi. "I wanna wear one too—"
"No way! You guys can stick to making desserts and drinks," Luo Xi, as the class president, replied helplessly.
Every class had its share of eccentric personalities.
"Come on, Xi-Xi, if they want to wear them, why not?" Another girl giggled, clearly amused by the idea of boys in skirts.
"Fine," Luo Xi relented, lifting the restriction. Both boys and girls could sign up to be maids and wear the custom dresses.
The same boy who had been the loudest about it immediately backed out.
"Were you just bluffing?!" Luo Xi stood up, hands on her hips.
"Just kidding."
"Ugh."
While Luo Xi was surrounded by classmates, Ye Chuan’s side was much quieter. He had always been somewhat invisible in class, unlike Luo Xi, who was beloved by everyone.
"Ha~"
"Ha~~"
"Did you stay up late last night?" Ye Chuan glanced at the short-haired girl next to him, who was also yawning.
"It’s a long story, but talking to you is pointless, so I won’t bother," An Shiyu replied lazily, twirling a pen between her fingers.
A moment later, she suddenly turned to Ye Chuan. "You and Luo Xi..."
She paused, then made a thoughtful "Hmm↗" sound.
Ye Chuan responded with an indifferent "Hmm→."
"Moving fast, huh? So, how far along are you?" An Shiyu’s eyes gleamed with mischief.
Ye Chuan rolled his eyes. "Yeah right, like I’d tell you."
"Tch."
While casually chatting with An Shiyu, Ye Chuan noticed his phone ringing. He pulled it out and saw an unfamiliar number.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Huang Haotian... or rather, Mr. Ye Chuan. I’m the assistant to the head of the Jianghai branch of the Super Martial Alliance. We’ve met before."
Ah, the bespectacled guy from the weekend.
Ye Chuan wasn’t surprised that his real name had been uncovered. The Super Martial Alliance was, after all, the organization overseeing superhuman martial artists. It’d be strange if they couldn’t dig up someone’s real identity.
Besides, he hadn’t been trying to hide it—he’d just thrown out a random name.
"What do you want?" Ye Chuan’s tone was indifferent.
"As mentioned before, our branch head would like to meet you. Are you available this afternoon? I can arrange a car to pick you up." The voice on the other end remained polite.
"..." Ye Chuan thought for a moment before asking, "Where’s the branch located?"
"Nanwan."
That far?
Ye Chuan calculated—it’d take several hours by car.
"No," he said flatly.
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.
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!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
