After picking up the clothes, Ye Chuan took Wang Yanran straight home.
The moment they stepped inside, a familiar scent instantly enveloped them. Wang Yanran felt as if her breathing had suddenly become smoother, every pore on her body tingling with delight.
"What are you standing there for?" Ye Chuan noticed Wang Yanran lingering at the doorway with a blissful expression and waved her in to sit down.
Wang Yanran quickly followed, only to spot a familiar figure curled up on the sofa, dozing off in front of a TV drama.
It was Lan Xiaoke.
She was wearing a loose pink nightgown, her legs stretched lazily—though it looked more like an oversized T-shirt, leaving a portion of her shoulder exposed.
"Hmm?" Perhaps because Wang Yanran had begun absorbing spiritual energy, she suddenly sensed that Lan Xiaoke’s aura was stronger than hers.
How could this be…?
The first time they met, Lan Xiaoke had been nothing more than a timid girl who could only whimper. Yet in the blink of an eye, she had surpassed Wang Yanran in strength.
No, not just surpassed—she was far stronger.
"Did you sweep the floor?" Ye Chuan pinched Lan Xiaoke’s chubby cheeks as he scolded her for lazing around.
"Mmmmph~" Lan Xiaoke’s head wobbled as Ye Chuan shook her, her muffled protests barely coherent.
"Ye Chuan, you’re back?" Once she realized it was him, Lan Xiaoke slowly floated up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She absentmindedly scratched her back under her clothes before finally noticing Wang Yanran standing there.
"Eek! Intruder!" The moment she saw Wang Yanran, Lan Xiaoke immediately darted behind Ye Chuan to hide.
It seemed the trauma from the electric chair was still fresh, making Lan Xiaoke unable to accept Wang Yanran’s presence.
"Hsss!" She even started hissing like a cat.
"Uh…" Wang Yanran had met Lan Xiaoke several times by now, but she hadn’t expected the girl’s wariness to remain so high.
Still, since Lan Xiaoke was Ye Chuan’s companion, she couldn’t exactly complain.
Besides, with Lan Xiaoke’s current strength, Wang Yanran’s talismans would be useless against her.
"Enough." Ye Chuan patted Lan Xiaoke’s head before asking, "Has Qianshuang come out today?"
"Nope." Lan Xiaoke had actually peeked into Bai Qianshuang’s room earlier but didn’t disturb her when she saw her meditating. "She’s been live-streaming her cultivation! Her viewership is crazy high!"
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and checked Bai Qianshuang’s stream. Compared to the middle of the night, her live audience had now reached 20,000!
"No way…"
The chat was flooded with small but countless gifts, adding up to a substantial income.
Ye Chuan sighed.
"I wish I could get gifts like that too."
Most viewers seemed to be keeping track of Bai Qianshuang’s meditation time, marveling at how long she could maintain it.
[Bro, how many hours has it been now?]
[No clue, she was already meditating when I joined. I slept a whole day and she’s still at it.]
[Feels like an AI effect. No way this is real.]
[I was here from the start—she’s been sitting for almost a full day.]
[Damn, my neck hurts just from scrolling my phone for a bit.]
[Probably a pre-recorded loop.]
The chat buzzed with speculation, though many had already dismissed Bai Qianshuang as a digital effect.
Then, after nearly a day of silent cultivation, Bai Qianshuang finally stirred. Her eyelids fluttered slightly before she slowly opened her eyes.
The moment she did, the already frantic chat exploded—
[HOLY SHT SHE MOVED!]
[Wait, wasn’t this a fake stream? Or is it still fake? Who sits like this for a whole day?]
[Pfft, I once took a 30-hour hard-seat train ride.]
[Yeah, but you could at least shift around. She didn’t move a muscle.]
[OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]
The chat went wild as everyone noticed how ethereal Bai Qianshuang looked upon waking—like a celestial fairy from legends!
But Bai Qianshuang’s focus wasn’t on the phone. She stopped circulating her energy and instead groped around the nearby table until she found a bag of chips.
[LMAO she was just hungry!]
[Of course she is! I’ve been watching—she hasn’t eaten anything.]
[You sat here watching her meditate all day? That’s even more boring.]
[Boring? She’s made thousands in gifts today. How much did you earn being ‘not bored’?]
[She’s so pretty though, where’s she from?]
Like a little hamster, Bai Qianshuang crunched through the chips under the gaze of 20,000 viewers before finally remembering something and glancing at her phone.
"Phone…" She leaned closer, only now noticing the barrage of comments.
"Huh?"
The sheer volume of messages seemed to overwhelm her.
Were all these people…
her audience?
Why were there so many?
"Ah…" Bai Qianshuang’s eyes darted across the screen, struggling to keep up.
"Hello." Her cool, clear voice sent the chat into another frenzy.
[Wow, her voice is amazing too!]
[Is this what they call an ice-queen voice?]
[Meh, my spicy-stick bubblegum voice is better.]
Bai Qianshuang checked the time and realized Ye Chuan had returned.
"Thank you. Goodbye." She spoke softly to the phone before ending the stream.
As the words "Live has ended" appeared, the 20,000 viewers were left stunned.
Wait—
She just woke up and left?
One "hello" and she’s gone?
Even the gift-spamming big spenders were dumbfounded, quickly clicking on her profile—only to find no posts, no bio, and a profile picture of just a sword.
Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang pushed open her door and noticed Ye Chuan and the others.
"Qianshuang, hahaha!" Ye Chuan was still holding his phone, amused by the chaos in the chat.
Her abrupt departure had left everyone in disbelief.
"What’s wrong, Ye Chuan?" Bai Qianshuang tilted her head, confused by his laughter.
She instinctively touched her face, checking for anything unusual.
"Never mind." Ye Chuan didn’t feel the need to coach her—after all, people seemed to love her streams precisely because of her unpredictability. Maybe sudden sign-offs were part of her charm?
Bai Qianshuang then asked, "Ye Chuan, did I earn any money?"
She handed him her phone.
She didn’t understand these things, but with so many people watching, surely there was some profit?
Bai Qianshuang wanted to give all the earnings to Ye Chuan—it was her way of repaying him.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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."
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!"
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.”
