Luo Xi and Ye Chuan appeared at a nearby commercial plaza. The area wasn’t particularly bustling, with most of the ground-floor shops already closed, giving off a desolate vibe. Their destination was the third floor, which housed numerous clothing stores. Perhaps due to the many closures in the area, the remaining shops were selling their goods at unusually low prices to attract customers.
Even though it was the weekend, the third floor wasn’t crowded—just a sparse scattering of people. In a few years, even these shops might struggle to stay afloat and eventually shut down.
With the rise of online shopping, traditional clothing stores had indeed taken a significant hit.
"Chuan, you got a new phone?" Luo Xi noticed the Blue Mi in Ye Chuan’s hand as they walked side by side. "How much was it?"
"Two thousand," Ye Chuan replied.
"That’s a month’s rent! Did you pay one month’s deposit and one month’s rent upfront?" Luo Xi knew Ye Chuan’s old phone had been used for years—a secondhand "battle-scarred" model held together with tape. It was a miracle it had lasted this long.
"Three months’ deposit, one month’s rent," Ye Chuan said casually. He trusted Luo Xi completely, but explaining the "system" would be far too troublesome.
"Wow, someone’s struck it rich," Luo Xi teased with a grin. It was rare for tenants in their rundown urban village to pay three months’ deposit upfront, especially for Ye Chuan’s old apartment.
If only he had a few more renters…
Ye Chuan paused in front of a clothing store advertising "3 items for 99 yuan" and pulled Luo Xi inside.
The racks were filled with trendy styles. Ye Chuan began browsing while Luo Xi peered over his shoulder, hands clasped behind her back.
"Buying something for me?" she asked, tilting her head. "These clothes are all pretty cute."
"Not for you," Ye Chuan replied without turning around.
"Another cross-dressing livestream? Didn’t your account get banned?" Luo Xi remembered when Ye Chuan had borrowed her clothes for his streams, even stuffing tissues in the chest area because they didn’t fit properly.
Back then, Ye Chuan had tried every possible way to make money—just none successfully.
Her mom had called it "ambition."
Either he’d strike it big someday, or he’d end up blacklisted for debt.
"…" Ye Chuan denied it. He’d lost interest in livestreaming.
By the time the average person realized an industry was profitable, the golden opportunity was already gone—especially for low-barrier fields.
"Got a new girlfriend?" Luo Xi pressed when Ye Chuan shook his head.
"No way. Just shopping for a tenant." He picked up a white sundress and held it against Luo Xi’s frame. She struck a playful pose, as if modeling.
Luo Xi’s figure was much better than Bai Qianshuang’s—long legs, ample curves—while Bai Qianshuang’s advantage lay in her ethereal beauty. Though Luo Xi was also pretty, Bai Qianshuang had an otherworldly aura, likely due to her cultivation background.
"Yeah, this’ll work," Ye Chuan nodded.
Their heights were similar, so the sizing shouldn’t be an issue.
Except for the underwear.
After selecting five or six items, Ye Chuan haggled the price down from 198 to 138 before leaving the store with their purchases.
By the time they finished their rounds, both were carrying multiple bags—clothes, underwear, even stockings.
Originally, Ye Chuan had planned to buy from the shop he’d visited a couple of days ago, but the owner had apparently gone back to her hometown for a wedding.
Otherwise, he could’ve bargained for a better deal.
That auntie was an old acquaintance.
Pausing mid-step, Ye Chuan spotted a shoe store nearby and headed inside.
"How about these?" He picked up a pair of blue-and-white Adidas Yeezy knockoffs. Comfortable and stylish, these shoes had been hyped up years ago. Nowadays, the counterfeit versions from Putian were often better quality than the real ones, priced at just over 100 yuan per pair.
"Mhm, they’re nice," Luo Xi agreed, nodding at the color and design.
Ye Chuan pointed to a nearby chair. "Try them on."
"Okay." Luo Xi obediently played the role of model. As she sat down, she asked, "Wait, are my feet the same size as your tenant’s?"
"Close enough." Not that Ye Chuan had checked.
Luo Xi slipped them on, took a few steps around the store, and bounced lightly. "Ooh, new shoes are so comfy."
It had been a year since she’d last bought shoes. Though her parents gave her spending money, she preferred to save it—only replacing things when they wore out.
"Good." Ye Chuan paid without bargaining this time.
Luo Xi loved the shoes, but since they were meant for someone else, she started to take them off.
Then she realized Ye Chuan had already packed her old, slightly yellowed sneakers into a bag.
"Hey, Chuan! My shoes—I haven’t put them back on yet!"
"Just wear these," Ye Chuan said, glancing at her.
"But they’re for someone else. What if I dirty them?" She wiggled her ankles, staring at the pristine sneakers.
"They’re for you." Ye Chuan tugged her ponytail before walking out, the bag with her worn-out shoes in hand.
"Let’s go. It’s almost lunchtime."
Luo Xi sat frozen for a second before scrambling to catch up. "Hehe, since when are you so generous? You’re learning, Chuan."
"Just decent, I guess."
"Oh?"
---
That afternoon, as soon as Ye Chuan returned home, his phone buzzed with a notification from the Multiverse App.
[Obtained Bai Qianshuang-related item. Retrieve now?]
"Huh?" Seeing that a new item had appeared, Ye Chuan tapped "No" and checked his inventory. A new icon had appeared.
[Item: Low-Grade Mystic Yin Body
Increases efficiency when cultivating dual cultivation techniques. More likely to attract male attention.
Equippable.]
Ye Chuan: "…"
Good news: It’s a physique.
Bad news: Useless to him.
Or rather, he had no interest in attracting men.
[Spiritual Roots, Physiques, and similar items can be synthesized.]
Noticing this prompt, Ye Chuan dragged his High-Grade Ice Mystic Body and Low-Grade Mystic Yin Body together.
[Synthesize?]
[Probabilities:
Low-Grade:
Mid-Grade:
High-Grade:
Top-Grade:
Peerless: 1%]
Ye Chuan: "…"
One percent?
Should he "pad" the odds first?
But since neither the Ice Mystic Body nor the Mystic Yin Body were useful to him, he went ahead with the synthesis.
[Synthesizing…]
A flash of purple light—
[Congratulations! Obtained High-Grade Fire Mystic Body. Added to inventory.]
[Item: High-Grade Fire Mystic Body
Naturally attuned to fire-attribute spiritual energy. Enhances cultivation of fire-attribute techniques. Reduces damage from fire-attribute attacks…
Equippable.]
"Fire again?"
Ye Chuan was surprised, but since his hot-swappable spiritual root was already fire-aligned, pairing it with a fire physique didn’t seem bad.
Oi, things are heating up.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ey change clothes. Li Chuan contributed all his possessions, only to find that things were not as they seemed. Almost a year after joining, he hadn’t managed to get a single Daoist consort. Thinking he had been deceived, he was approached by a stunning senior fellow disciple who asked if he would like to form a spiritual bond. For those who don’t practice cultivation, they might not know what “forming a spiritual bond” is. Let me put it this way: A long-term relationship is called a “Daoist consort,” while a short-term relationship is known as “forming a spiritual bond.” From then on, Li Chuan discovered the true way to interact with the Yin-Yang Sect’s Daoist consorts. As long as he had enough spirit stones, he could form a spiritual bond with anyone, Whether it’s Senior Sisters, aunts, Daoist consorts of aunts, female elders, Daoist consorts of elders, or even the Daoist consort of the sect leader, anyone can form a spiritual bond as long as there are enough spirit stones.” I've already joined the Yin-Yang Sect, and you're telling me to focus on cultivation? Do you even know what the Yin-Yang Sect is all about?
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!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
