Seeing Ke Ning sitting on his lap, Ye Chuan wasn’t sure why she had fallen asleep, but he didn’t move—after all, this was her exchange for the shrinking device, so he simply stayed put.
Ke Ning was small and delicate. Ye Chuan glanced at her slightly curled long hair and instinctively took a whiff.
It smelled nice, like shampoo.
He had assumed Ke Ning, who spent day and night buried in research, would have messy, slightly unwashed hair. But it seemed she had either showered or used some high-tech shampoo to maintain cleanliness.
A Rubik’s Cube floated nearby, as if recording Ye Chuan’s actions.
About half an hour later, Ke Ning finally stirred. She slowly opened her eyes, yawned, then stood up from Ye Chuan’s lap. Turning around, she tucked her hands into her pockets and spoke calmly,
"You can leave now."
Ye Chuan: "?"
That’s it?
"Aren’t you going to explain what just happened?" Ye Chuan asked.
A hint of confusion flickered across Ke Ning’s face. "As you saw, I was sleeping. There’s nothing worth explaining."
"So why did you fall asleep?" Ye Chuan spread his arms wide.
"I noticed last time that I sleep well around you," Ke Ning replied. "I don’t need medication to achieve deep sleep. This was just a small experiment."
"And?"
"It was comfortable."
"……"
Ye Chuan twitched his lips but decided not to press further. "Alright, I’ll head out then. Remember to come out for lunch."
"It’s fine. I can just eat energy bars for nutrition."
"You should still eat properly," Ye Chuan said. "Take better care of yourself, little scientist. If you collapse, I’d be worried."
Caught off guard by the sudden concern, Ke Ning’s lips parted slightly in surprise. But in the end, she didn’t say anything, just averted her gaze and muttered, "Go on, get out."
"Right, sure."
Ye Chuan left the room. Ke Ning stared at the door for a moment before turning back to her work.
……
"Ooooh, ultimate move—Xiaoke Dash!"
Lan Xiaoke’s excited shouts echoed from the living room. Ye Chuan initially thought she was messing with him again, but when he walked over, he found her playing a racing game with Bai Qianshuang.
On the TV screen, Lan Xiaoke’s car was far ahead, leaving Bai Qianshuang’s in the dust.
"Quite lively here," Ye Chuan remarked, noticing Luo Xi busy in the kitchen preparing lunch. "If you have time to play games, why not go help Luo Xi?"
"It’s fine, I told them to relax," Luo Xi said cheerfully, wiping the dining table with a cloth. "Cooking doesn’t take long. No need for help."
Luo Xi had whipped up four dishes and a soup in under an hour. Her skills weren’t just limited to sports and academics—her homemaking abilities were top-tier too.
"Whoever marries you in the future will be lucky," Ye Chuan commented.
"What’s that supposed to mean?" Luo Xi planted her hands on her hips.
"Nothing, just that I’m the lucky one."
Luo Xi froze for a few seconds before realizing what he meant. She smacked his arm lightly. "Hmph!"
[Luo Xi uses Combo Slaps. It’s not very effective.]
[Ye Chuan uses Bullet Seed. Temporarily unavailable.]
At lunch, Ke Ning seemed to heed Ye Chuan’s words and emerged from her room. Sitting down, she turned to Luo Xi and said, "Please give me 200 grams of rice."
"200… grams?" Luo Xi held the rice scoop uncertainly. How much was that?
"One bowl should be about right," Ye Chuan said.
"Okay."
"Thank you." Ke Ning accepted the bowl and began eating in small, measured bites.
"Why did you ask for 200 grams?" Bai Qianshuang asked, tilting her head curiously.
"To control calorie intake," Ke Ning replied.
Hot?
Isn’t rice already hot?
Though Bai Qianshuang’s face remained expressionless, her eyes were filled with question marks.
"Luo Xi, I want 200 bowls of rice," Bai Qianshuang declared.
"There isn’t that much…" Luo Xi wiped her forehead helplessly.
In the end, she served a few bowls before handing the entire rice cooker to Bai Qianshuang. "Here, take the whole thing."
But Luo Xi was well aware of Bai Qianshuang’s appetite.
"Thanks."
Meanwhile, Lan Xiaoke sat at the table with nothing to eat, her eyes darting left and right as she sniffed the aroma of the food and scratched her head.
"You’re already at the late Foundation Establishment stage, but you still can’t materialize?" Ye Chuan asked, seeing her drooling expression.
"Soon!" Lan Xiaoke nodded vigorously.
"You could also possess a corpse that hasn’t been dead for more than four hours," Bai Qianshuang suggested.
"No way! I like how I look now," Lan Xiaoke shook her head like a rattle-drum.
Being a ghost had its perks—she could phase through walls, never age, and didn’t have to worry about appearances. Still, if she could regain a physical body, she’d gladly take it.
Just not someone else’s.
"Speaking of which…" Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and scrolled through the alchemy interface.
He had taken many pill recipes from the Qingyun Sect, and he vaguely recalled one that could reconstruct a physical body for spirits.
[Ethereal Body Reconstruction Pill
Flesh Spirit Mushroom (0/1)
Lifebloom Flower (0/1)
Bonegrass (0/1)
Effect: Strengthens the soul and reconstructs a physical form.]
There it was.
Ye Chuan found several pills capable of body reconstruction.
"I can help you regain a physical body," he told Lan Xiaoke.
"I don’t want someone else’s body."
"It’ll be a new body formed from your own essence," Ye Chuan grinned.
Lan Xiaoke blinked. "Really?"
"Yep."
"How?!" She instantly floated behind Ye Chuan, massaging his shoulders eagerly. "Ye Chuan, I’ll stick with you forever, okay?"
Ye Chuan leaned back, resting his head against her as he enjoyed the impromptu massage.
After half a minute, he finally spoke. "I have a family recipe, but it’ll take some time to gather the ingredients."
"Mm-hmm!" Lan Xiaoke nodded like a pecking chick. She could wait!
Ye Chuan tapped his phone a few times, harvesting all the miscellaneous spirit herbs from his garden in one go.
"Alright, got the materials."
Lan Xiaoke: "?"
What just happened?
Ye Chuan hadn’t been growing all those spirit herbs for nothing—it was precisely so he could immediately craft any pill once he had the recipe.
"Let’s make Xiaoke’s pill first." After collecting the herbs, Ye Chuan decided to craft the body-reconstruction pill right after lunch.
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
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."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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.
