After agreeing to Wang Yanran's request, Ye Chuan followed Luo Xi back to the classroom and immediately took out his phone to start refining pills.
In the animated display on his phone, the alchemy furnace clattered and shook, the flames inside burning fiercely. If Ye Chuan hadn’t known the furnace had a 100% success rate, he might have thought it was about to explode from the violent shaking.
After some adjustments, he managed to refine a simplified version of the Marrow-Cleansing Pills by reducing some of the required materials and tweaking the formula slightly.
[Item: Marrow-Cleansing Pill (Beauty Edition)
Effect: Expels impurities, improves complexion, and slightly enhances affinity with spiritual energy.
Alchemist: Ye Chuan]
The low-grade version of the Marrow-Cleansing Pills was complete.
Well, since it only slightly increased spiritual energy affinity, it could indeed be called a Beauty Pill. And it did improve cultivation speed—he wasn’t lying about that. Though it probably couldn’t compare to the ones he and Luo Xi had taken.
"Easy peasy, another forty million in the bag. The materials for this low-grade version only cost a few thousand," Ye Chuan mused, feeling rather proud of his alchemy skills. Though he wasn’t a true alchemist, he had a knack for adjusting material ratios.
Thanks to the Qingyun Sect’s herb garden, he could freely experiment with refining techniques. Even minor changes in ingredient proportions affected the final product.
Still, he had to control the supply to ensure each pill could be sold at a premium.
Ye Chuan had materials for other pills as well. Aside from keeping some for himself, refining the rest into sellable pills would bring in an astronomical sum.
The only downside was that the few pill recipes he knew were low-tier—effective only a few times before losing potency. He needed more advanced formulas.
"Pill recipes… I need more pill recipes," Ye Chuan muttered, already envisioning the fortune he could make with a wider variety.
He had to stir things up in the Qingyun Sect!
A glance at his bank account showed only a little over a million left.
"Wait, I’ve earned so much recently, so why does it feel like I’m not saving anything?" He suddenly wondered if he’d been overspending. But then again, skipping those power-boosting treasures didn’t seem wise.
After all, Bai Qianshuang had already jumped two cultivation realms.
Seemed worth it. Soon, his home wouldn’t just have a Golden Core-level "nuke," but a Nascent Soul-level one.
Who knew? Maybe even an Empress-level "nuke" wasn’t out of the question.
"Chuan, can you pick up my clothes for me this afternoon? The custom-made ones," Luo Xi suddenly spoke up, clasping her hands together.
Since her classes ended later than his, she was worried the shop might close if she went too late, so she wanted Ye Chuan to grab them first.
"Sure," Ye Chuan agreed without hesitation—it was on his way anyway.
"Thanks!" she beamed.
By afternoon, the sky was tinged with a soft orange hue.
As Ye Chuan headed to the parking lot, he suddenly felt someone’s gaze on him.
Pausing mid-step, he turned around—
Behind him stood a little girl clutching a rabbit plushie. She couldn’t have been older than ten, her pale complexion and slightly dazed eyes giving off a frail, sickly impression.
Whose kid is this?
Ye Chuan: "…"
The little girl: "…"
"Who are you?" Ye Chuan asked.
The girl tilted her head. "Who are you?"
"Why were you staring at me?"
She blinked in confusion. "Why were you staring at me?"
Seeing her parrot his words, Ye Chuan raised one hand—and she mirrored the action.
Amused, he took a sudden step back, then spun around and performed a mock "Iron Mountain Charge" stance.
The girl: "…"
Her body stiffened, arms twitching as if struggling to mimic the move. In the end, she just hugged her plushie tighter.
"Can’t do it, huh? Kid, being a copycat won’t get you far in life. Are you a teacher’s child?" Since they were still on school grounds, Ye Chuan didn’t overthink it. He patted her head and walked off, leaving the girl standing there, watching him silently.
A short while later, a middle-aged woman rushed over in a panic. "Miss Qingqing, you can’t just run off like that!"
The girl, still sounding dazed, replied, "Qingqing came to find someone… Didn’t run off."
"Find who?"
"Don’t know," she shook her head. "He left."
"Don’t know…? Ahem—Miss Qingqing, let’s go back, okay?" The woman sighed, clearly used to the girl’s antics.
"Mm." Qingqing nodded but kept glancing in the direction Ye Chuan had gone as she was led away.
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Arriving at the parking lot, Ye Chuan spotted Wang Yanran.
"Ye Chuan, it’s pretty hot today, isn’t it?" she remarked, fanning herself with a hand.
"Hm? Yeah."
"Do you have AC in your living room?"
Ah…
Now he got it. She was hinting at wanting to stay longer in his place—because of the Spirit Gathering Array.
"Yeah, you can hang out for a bit," he replied without calling her out. He’d already said she was welcome before.
Wang Yanran smiled.
Back in the urban village, Ye Chuan stopped by the tailor’s shop to pick up the clothes. But this time, he noticed something different about Xiao Bai, the stray cat the elderly seamstress had taken in.
Aside from looking chubbier, the most obvious change was that its head was completely bald—as if deliberately shaved.
"Here to pick up the clothes," Ye Chuan said. The old woman recognized him and handed over a bag containing the finished garments.
"By the way, why is Xiao Bai bald now?" he asked.
"Yesterday, I was burning some joss paper in the brazier, and it jumped in," the seamstress explained helplessly. "Its fur got singed, so I had to shave it off."
Ye Chuan picked up the cat, barely holding back a laugh as he snapped a photo and sent it to Luo Xi.
Her reply came quickly—
Luo Xi: Oh no! What happened to Xiao Bai’s fur?!
Ye Chuan: The owner was burning joss paper, and it jumped into the fire.
Luo Xi: Is it hurt?
Ye Chuan: Just the fur got burned. Maybe we should wash it with soap.
Luo Xi: Does soap help fur grow back?
Ye Chuan: Nah, but it’ll make its head slippery. Useless, but fun.
Luo Xi: "…"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
