"Chuan Chuan, my mom made some soup this morning. Let's share it with everyone." Around noon, Luo Xi arrived carrying a thermal soup pot, along with a bag full of groceries.
"Sure." Ye Chuan was still sitting on the sofa, watching the news on TV, and responded absentmindedly.
Luo Xi walked into the kitchen, stuffed the groceries into the fridge, tied an apron around herself, and started bustling about. She had been coming over to help with cooking lately.
According to her, there were too many tenants at Ye Chuan's place, and without her help, Chuan Chuan wouldn’t be able to handle everything alone.
"The number of rifts is still high, and the monsters are getting stronger." Ye Chuan listened to the news report, which aligned with the updates he’d received from the alliance.
Although the impact of the rifts had been somewhat contained, their sudden appearances remained unpredictable and destructive.
If only they could foresee when the rifts would emerge.
"Should I ask Ke Ning?" Just as Ye Chuan was lost in thought, a pair of fair arms wrapped around his neck from behind.
"Hey, Chuan Chuan, wanna go shopping with me later?"
He turned his head to see a pair of bright eyes blinking at him. "What? No time today?"
"Alright, let’s go." Ye Chuan didn’t mind accompanying Luo Xi. After all, she was his girlfriend, and he didn’t want to spend all his time training. Enjoying life was important too.
The city had mostly returned to normal. Despite the casualties, life had to go on.
"Wow, that was so half-hearted!" Luo Xi teased.
"Was it?" Ye Chuan chuckled, pinching her cheek. "Fine, we won’t go then."
"Hmph, no way. We’re still going." She patted him playfully.
By lunchtime, everyone except Ke Ning—who was still fast asleep—had gathered. Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke were already at the table.
Bai Qianshuang seemed unusually reserved, especially around Ye Chuan, and silently focused on her meal.
"Qianshuang, is the food not to your liking?" Luo Xi noticed her unusual silence and couldn’t help but ask.
Bai Qianshuang: "…"
She shook her head lightly, picking at the rice in her bowl, though her eyes occasionally flickered toward Ye Chuan.
"Don’t mind her, she’s always like this," Ye Chuan said with a smile.
After what happened last night, it was no surprise she was acting shy. She’d loosen up eventually.
"Really?" Luo Xi didn’t press further. Instead, she asked, "Qianshuang, wanna come shopping with us later?"
"…" Bai Qianshuang shook her head.
"Got other plans?"
"No."
"Then come with us! We can pick out some pretty clothes together," Luo Xi insisted.
Bai Qianshuang glanced around before finally nodding with a quiet "Mhm."
After lunch and a short break, Luo Xi announced it was time to leave. "Let’s go!"
Bai Qianshuang changed into a white T-shirt and black jeans, while Luo Xi wore a light-blue tee with denim shorts. Their outfits were similar, yet they carried completely different vibes.
As they stepped out, Ye Chuan walked in the middle, flanked by Luo Xi and Bai Qianshuang.
Today, he didn’t call Wang Yanran to drive them. Instead, they took a regular taxi to the nearby shopping plaza.
Throughout the ride, Bai Qianshuang seemed distracted. Her gaze drifted out the window, but she kept stealing glances at Ye Chuan.
Memories of last night flooded her mind—how he had touched her, reshaping her curves in ways that left her flustered yet not entirely displeased. She just didn’t know how to face him now.
"Qianshuang." Ye Chuan suddenly spoke, making her stiffen. "Huh?"
"Luo Xi and I were just discussing what kind of clothes would suit you best," he said, amused by her nervousness.
Was she still hung up on yesterday?
"What clothes…?" Bai Qianshuang turned to Luo Xi.
"Yeah! I think you’d look amazing in dresses. You’ve got such an ethereal vibe," Luo Xi said confidently, tapping a finger to her chin.
"I don’t really care what I wear," Bai Qianshuang replied. Material things had never mattered to her.
"In that case, black stockings and cat ears it is," Ye Chuan quipped to Luo Xi.
"No way we’re buying that!" Luo Xi rolled her eyes.
But she noticed Bai Qianshuang’s dazed expression and the way her eyes lingered on Ye Chuan. A flicker of understanding crossed her face.
After getting out of the taxi, Bai Qianshuang surveyed the plaza. It wasn’t her first time here, but compared to before, the area bore scars of destruction—workers busy repairing buildings while shoppers came and went.
"Everyone seems… normal," she remarked.
"Life goes on. People still need to eat," Ye Chuan said, his eyes landing on a nearby store. "Let’s go."
As they entered, a saleswoman greeted them warmly.
"Welcome!"
"Chuan Chuan, this place looks expensive…" Luo Xi glanced at a price tag—3,000 for a scarf—and stuck out her tongue.
Way too pricey.
"Don’t worry about it. Just pick what you like," Ye Chuan said.
"Really?"
"Keep hesitating, and I’ll punish you later," he teased, crossing his arms.
Luo Xi was about to retort but quickly caught his meaning. She flushed and huffed, "You’re the worst."
"Here." Ye Chuan showed her his phone screen—the balance displayed an eye-watering number of zeros.
"…" Luo Xi blinked, momentarily dazzled.
How much was that?
Had Chuan Chuan struck gold again?
Seeing her stunned expression, Ye Chuan gave her a light smack on the rear. "Alright, start picking."
Though unused to splurging, Luo Xi began browsing the racks. The saleswoman was ecstatic—since the rift incidents, most people prioritized survival supplies like non-perishable food, generators, and emergency gear.
Some were even building doomsday bunkers.
Luxury stores like this had been deserted, and she’d been considering quitting.
"These look nice. Wanna try them, Qianshuang?" Ye Chuan held up a few outfits.
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.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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."
