Beautiful.
Absolutely stunning.
Wang Yanran gazed at her reflection in the mirror—her aura ethereal, her skin glowing with an almost unbelievable radiance. Her long, wavy hair cascaded lazily over her shoulders, and every movement she made now exuded an effortless charm.
"So? Didn’t I tell you?" Ye Chuan chuckled, watching Wang Yanran’s stunned expression. Clearly, the results had exceeded even her wildest expectations.
"This is incredible, Ye Chuan..." Wang Yanran felt that the effects of this pill were even more astonishing than the Deer Blood Pills from before. Perhaps it was because, as a woman, she naturally cared about beauty.
It was as if she had a built-in beauty filter—flawless, unreal.
Then, as if struck by a thought, she asked, "Ye Chuan, can this pill be taken multiple times?"
She remembered that Ye Chuan’s pills tended to lose their effectiveness with repeated use. Was this Beauty Pill the same?
"Not exactly," Ye Chuan explained. "The impurities in the body only need to be purged once for the most part. Repeated cleansing doesn’t add much benefit—it takes time for impurities to accumulate again."
Hearing this, Wang Yanran wasn’t disappointed. Instead, she quietly reaffirmed in her heart that befriending Ye Chuan had been the right decision.
After all, with the Wang family’s recent victory in the Super Martial Assembly, they now faced mounting pressure. No martial family would stand idly by while one clan dominated the scene.
But if the Wang family could grow stronger quickly, they wouldn’t have to worry about such threats.
After spending a little more time at Ye Chuan’s place, Wang Yanran promptly took the pills and returned to the Wang family.
Not long after, Xi Qianwan appeared in Ye Chuan’s bank account.
And as a gesture of goodwill, the Wang family even threw in an extra two million as additional compensation.
"Six million, just like that?" Ye Chuan stared at the sudden influx of wealth in his account and couldn’t help but marvel.
Alchemy was undoubtedly a lucrative business—though if he had tried selling the pills himself, it would’ve come with far more trouble.
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and opened his inventory, sorting through the immortal herbs and pill recipes. Just then, a new notification popped up—
[Profit target reached. Herb Garden function unlocked.]
Ye Chuan: "..."
Damn it! My money!
He twitched his lips. He’d barely earned this six million, and already the system was itching to take it all?
Part of him wanted to ignore it, but the system had undeniably boosted his combat power in tangible ways. The benefits were real—just expensive as hell.
Well, strength was what truly mattered in the end.
With a sigh, Ye Chuan tapped into the Herb Garden function.
[Herb Garden: Purchase seeds to grow immortal herbs. The quality of herbs determines the quality of pills. High-tier pill ingredients cannot be bought with money.]
Ye Chuan roughly understood now—some top-tier pill ingredients simply couldn’t be purchased outright.
For example, materials for basic pills like Deer Blood Pills or Tiger Strength Pills could usually be bought with cash if supplies ran low. But for higher-tier pills? No such luck.
"So this Herb Garden is crucial. Otherwise, I won’t be able to refine high-tier pills in the future."
Though he didn’t know where to begin with his complaints, Ye Chuan decided to explore further.
[Level 1 Herb Garden: A basic plot of land. Can grow weeds. Cannot grow spiritual or immortal herbs.]
[Upgrade to Level 2 for 2,000?]
Two thousand?
Not too bad. Upgrade.
[Level 2 Herb Garden: Fertile soil. Can grow crops.]
[Upgrade to Level 3 for 10,000?]
Upgrade.
[Level 3 Herb Garden: Land imbued with spiritual energy. Can grow medicinal herbs.]
[Upgrade to Level 4 for 50,000?]
Upgrade!
[Level 4...]
Upgrade!
Upgrade!
[Level 7 Herb Garden: Rich in spiritual energy. Can grow low-tier immortal and spiritual herbs.]
[Upgrade to Level 8 for 5,000,000?]
Ye Chuan: "..."
Five million just like that?
And this was only the baseline for growing immortal herbs?
Fine. Purchase.
[Level 8 Herb Garden: A blessed land suitable for all plants. Can grow mid-tier immortal and spiritual herbs.]
[Upgrade to Level 9 for 10,000,000?]
Expressionless, Ye Chuan silently pressed upgrade.
[Level 9 Herb Garden: A mystical realm overflowing with spiritual energy. Can grow high-tier immortal and spiritual herbs, with a chance of developing sentience.]
[Upgrade for 100,000,000?]
Upgrade!
[Insufficient funds.]
"Oh, NOW you notice my balance is low?" Ye Chuan rolled his eyes. Might as well just rob me next time.
After grumbling for a bit, he turned his attention back to the Herb Garden interface. On the left side, there was a shop icon—selling seeds for various immortal herbs.
"Hmm..."
The seeds weren’t exactly cheap. For example, a single Tiger Strength Grass seed—used for Tiger Strength Pills—cost 500, and that was for a mundane-tier pill. Seeds for materials like the Body Cleansing Pill started in the thousands.
Moreover, the variety of seeds available in the shop depended on whether he had encountered the herb before.
Just like with pill recipes.
Ye Chuan bought a batch of Tiger Strength Grass seeds and Body Cleansing Pill materials, planting them before a countdown timer appeared.
"Watering too?" He grabbed a watering can and sprinkled the seeds, only to notice that even the watering can could be upgraded.
[Level 1 Watering Can: A plain, unremarkable can. Weeds might appreciate it.]
[Upgrade to Level 2 for 100?]
Ye Chuan: "..."
Seriously?
Even the watering can?
Whatever. He’d already splurged on the Herb Garden. Might as well go all in.
Another five million later, the watering can reached Level 10.
[Level 10 Watering Can: Speeds up herb growth and increases the chance of sentience.]
Over ten million gone in the blink of an eye.
Money flowed like water, but at least the herbs grown here could be refined into pills and sold. It was an investment, really.
"Spend it. The more I spend, the more I’ll earn."
Just as Ye Chuan was resigning himself to this logic, another pop-up appeared—
[Unlock the "Steal Herbs" function for 999,999?]
[Steal Herbs: Allows entry into unlocked Herb Gardens to pilfer immortal herbs.]
Steal herbs?
Why did that sound so familiar?
Wasn’t this the same as that farming game from elementary school?
"No wonder the interface looked so familiar." Ye Chuan glanced at the list and saw that the Qingyun Sect’s Herb Garden was already unlocked. He tapped in and was greeted by a pixelated garden that looked all too familiar.
Bare.
"Very familiar. Isn’t this the same garden I already looted?"
No point then.
Not buying.
No way was he letting the system scam him again.
But then again... if he unlocked this feature, wouldn’t it mean he could harvest herbs remotely in the future?
After the last incident, security in the herb gardens would be tighter than ever. Trying to sneak in again would likely end with disciples and elders swarming him before he even got close.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
