Seeing the phone handed to him by the girl, Ye Chuan opened Bai Qianshuang’s creator center to check her earnings and was stunned to find that her debut livestream that night had earned nearly 100,000 yuan! Of course, most of it came from the gifts Ye Chuan had sent to boost her popularity on the leaderboard, but even so, Bai Qianshuang had still made tens of thousands from viewer donations alone.
"To withdraw the earnings from the livestream, you’ll need to get a bank card first," Ye Chuan remarked, noticing that the funds could only be cashed out after linking a bank account—something Bai Qianshuang didn’t have yet. After all, she had only just obtained her ID, and setting up a bank account hadn’t been a priority.
"Getting a card isn’t a hassle, but it’s too late now—the banks are closed," Ye Chuan said, returning the phone to Bai Qianshuang. "Qianshuang, you made a lot tonight. If you want, you can occasionally go live to earn some extra money."
Livestreaming for income.
Bai Qianshuang glanced at the earnings, slightly bewildered that she had made such an amount just by sitting in meditation and cultivating.
"This is a rare case. Some people go all out with gimmicks and still don’t make a fraction of what you did," Ye Chuan mused with a sigh.
And by "some people," he meant himself.
He’d even resorted to pole dancing, yet still earned less than Bai Qianshuang in a single night.
Clearly, livestreaming required a unique angle—after all, Bai Qianshuang’s cultivation-focused streams had no competition. It wasn’t like others could just sit still for hours on end like her.
"Alright," Bai Qianshuang agreed.
As an immortal who had grown up in the Jade Void Sect, fasting on celestial dew and absorbing spiritual energy, she had little concept of money. But if meditating could bring in income, she was more than happy to do it—especially if it helped ease Ye Chuan’s financial burdens.
After all, she had been living under his roof without contributing much, and she did eat… quite a lot.
What she didn’t realize was that Ye Chuan no longer had to worry about money. Ever since he started collecting rent, financial stress had become a thing of the past.
Ye Chuan knew this but chose not to tell her. It was better for her to feel like she was contributing—having a purpose was healthier than idly wondering what to do each day.
"I’ve been streaming games too, but no one watches," Lan Xiaoke admitted, scratching her head.
As an avid gamer, she had tried her hand at livestreaming, but unlike Bai Qianshuang—a natural anomaly—Lan Xiaoke barely had an audience, with only one or two viewers at most.
"You want to make money too?" Ye Chuan asked, amused.
Lan Xiaoke nodded eagerly. "Yeah, yeah!"
"Then if you earn money, will you give it all to me like Qianshuang does?" Ye Chuan teased.
Lan Xiaoke’s face twitched as she clawed at her head. "Uh… I’d definitely give you a cut!"
Then, like a cat seeking favor, she floated behind Ye Chuan and began massaging his shoulders.
"Ye Chuan, got any tips?"
"I don’t know the first thing about streaming," he said. But then, remembering that Lan Xiaoke couldn’t be seen on camera, he thought for a moment. "Here’s an idea—wear a short-sleeved shirt and just go live."
"Just wear a short-sleeved shirt and stream?" Lan Xiaoke blinked in confusion.
"Yeah. If you’re invisible, all people will see is the mouse and keyboard moving on their own. That’s bound to draw attention," Ye Chuan explained. "Title it something like ‘Ghost Girl Loves Valorant—Mom Listeners Welcome.’"
"Ohhh~" Lan Xiaoke’s eyes lit up. That actually sounded promising.
She’d give it a try tonight.
Nearby, Wang Yanran listened, feeling like Ye Chuan’s suggestion was a little… unconventional. But it might just carve out a niche for Lan Xiaoke.
"Ye Chuan, I’ll transfer the money to you as soon as I get back," Wang Yanran chimed in.
She was also curious about when she’d receive the promised beauty pill.
"You can have the pill today," Ye Chuan said, recalling the modified version of the marrow-cleansing pill he had concocted. He theatrically rummaged through his pocket for a few seconds before pulling out a small bottle.
Wang Yanran: "…"
How did he fit something that big in his pocket?
"Here, take it," Ye Chuan said, unconcerned about whether Wang Yanran would pay up. The Wang family was known for their generosity.
Wang Yanran accepted the bottle and poured out one of the beauty pills.
"Can I try it now?"
"Hm?" Bai Qianshuang suddenly noticed the pill and frowned. "A marrow-cleansing pill? No… what is this?"
She seemed to recognize it, yet it didn’t quite match the ones she knew. The medicinal scent was fainter, with additional ingredients mixed in.
"It’s a beauty pill," Ye Chuan explained. Since he had developed it himself, its effects naturally differed from the original.
Beauty pill?
Bai Qianshuang had heard of complexion-nourishing pills—those were highly sought after in the Jade Void Sect, where female disciples outnumbered males.
"Miss Bai doesn’t recognize this pill?" Wang Yanran asked, puzzled.
Wasn’t Bai Qianshuang Ye Chuan’s senior sister? Shouldn’t she have seen—or even taken—anything he produced?
"The world is vast, and so are its wonders. My knowledge of alchemy is still limited," Bai Qianshuang replied, leaving Wang Yanran even more baffled.
Truthfully, Bai Qianshuang had little interest in pills. She had dedicated herself entirely to cultivation, which was why she had reached the Golden Core stage before even turning twenty.
After all, Ye Chuan’s mere Foundation Establishment-level cultivation had been enough to make the elders fight over him during his entrance test.
"Alright," Wang Yanran said, examining the pill. With Ye Chuan’s permission, she swallowed it.
Seconds later, her stomach churned violently, and her face paled.
This… felt like a laxative!
"The bathroom’s over there," Ye Chuan said knowingly, pointing to the door just as Wang Yanran bolted inside.
"Xiaoke, grab a fresh set of clothes for Wang Yanran," Ye Chuan instructed.
"Okay~" Lan Xiaoke floated off and returned shortly with a short-sleeved shirt.
Half an hour later, Wang Yanran finally emerged from the bathroom, her skin visibly smoother and her entire aura transformed.
"I… I’ve reached fifth-level superhuman?" she gasped, staring at her reflection in disbelief. Not only did she look different, but she had also broken through to a new tier of power!
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.”
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
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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."
