Under Lilith's reminder, Ye Chuan eased his mindset and stopped obsessing over the missions related to Bai Qianshuang and the others. For him, time was still plentiful, and he had no urgent need to grow stronger. After all, his leveling speed was already remarkably fast. As for matters of the heart, being too calculating would only backfire.
The rest, he decided, could be left to time.
"..."
"Speaking of which, why hasn’t Lan Xiaoke finished reviving yet?" At night, Ye Chuan stared at the glowing orb on the bed, which had nearly taken up all the space. If not for the faint trace of Lan Xiaoke’s aura, he might have suspected she had died inside.
Wait—Lan Xiaoke was already dead (sad).
Just then, his phone vibrated. Ye Chuan picked it up and glanced at the screen—
Wang Yanran: Ye Chuan, are you free?
Ye Chuan: Yes.
Wang Yanran: The pills have all been sold. You mentioned before that you’d produce a batch of pills with different effects—those super-warriors are already looking forward to them.
Wang Yanran: Any idea when? Should we give them a release date?
"Oh?" Seeing Wang Yanran’s message, Ye Chuan nearly forgot what he was supposed to do.
He had swiped so many pill recipes from the Qingyun Sect—it was about time they were put to use.
"Got too caught up with Xiaoke and Qianshuang and forgot what I was supposed to do." Wang Yanran’s message served as a reminder. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ye Chuan opened the pill-refining interface on his phone.
"Hmm..." A thought suddenly struck him, and he immediately video-called Wang Yanran.
The call connected after a few rings.
The screen showed a hazy, steam-filled environment.
"Uh… are you in the bathroom taking a shower?" Ye Chuan asked, noting her surroundings.
"Yeah, I am."
"If you’re showering, you could’ve just rejected the call. No need to be so professional," Ye Chuan said, switching the video call to audio-only.
On the other end, Wang Yanran, soaking in the bath, let out a relieved sigh as the screen went dark—though for some reason, she also felt a twinge of disappointment.
"Yanran, the money we make from super-warriors is actually limited, right?" Ye Chuan’s voice came through again.
"Yes. Everyone’s funds are finite," Wang Yanran replied, unsure where he was going with this but agreeing nonetheless.
"The pills I make aren’t just effective for super-warriors—they work just as well for ordinary people," Ye Chuan continued.
"I want to sell medicine to the entire world."
"Ah…?" Wang Yanran froze for several seconds before processing his words. "You mean… you want to start a pharmaceutical company?"
"Exactly," Ye Chuan confirmed.
The idea had been brewing in his mind for a long time. While high-tier pills for super-warriors were valuable, even the basic healing and body-enhancing pills could bring substantial profits.
After all, pills like Tiger Strength Pills gradually lost their effectiveness with repeated use, and the number of super-warriors wouldn’t increase overnight. It made more sense to develop diluted versions for the general public.
Earning millions from super-warrior families was nothing compared to making a dollar from every ordinary person.
With his vast collection of pill recipes, Ye Chuan could easily grind a single pill into raw materials for hundreds of commercial medicines—each far superior to anything on the market.
"I see." After grasping his plan, Wang Yanran pondered for a moment. "I’ll find a suitable pharmaceutical company for you."
"But Ye Chuan, are you planning to hand over the recipes to someone else?"
If so, Wang Yanran thought it would be risky—strict oversight would be necessary.
"Of course not. I’ll handle everything myself."
"Wait, what?" Wang Yanran was stunned. "Ye Chuan, do you really think you can supply enough on your own?"
"Absolutely," Ye Chuan said.
His alchemy furnace was advanced enough that producing Tiger Strength Pills and Revitalizing Pills was as easy as snapping his fingers.
[Refining: Healing Pills x9999]
A single Healing Pill could serve as the base for dozens, even hundreds, of commercial medicines. Ye Chuan only needed to provide the raw materials—the pharmaceutical company could handle packaging and sales.
Of course, this was just a preliminary idea. Many details still needed refining.
"Alright, in that case, I’ll make the arrangements." Once she understood his intentions, Wang Yanran prepared to take charge personally.
The Wang family and Ye Chuan were practically allies now. Whatever he envisioned, Wang Yanran would do her best to realize it.
"Alright, I won’t disturb your bath any longer. I’ll hang up now."
"Okay."
After ending the call, Ye Chuan sat on the bed and took a sip of water.
A few minutes later, his phone buzzed again—
Ye Chuan glanced at the screen.
Wang Yanran: Found a pharmaceutical company we can collaborate with. We can meet tonight.
Ye Chuan: ?
Wait, you work that fast?
That’s some efficiency.
Ye Chuan: You really didn’t have to rush.
Wang Yanran: It just so happens I know a reliable friend who’s looking to sell her pharmaceutical business. We can take it over.
Reading her message, Ye Chuan figured it wouldn’t hurt.
Ye Chuan: Let’s schedule it for tomorrow.
Wang Yanran: Got it.
After the conversation ended, Ye Chuan exhaled as if relieved.
"Hmm?" A sudden realization struck him. While he could produce the raw materials himself, didn’t he have a limited stock of immortal herbs?
"Let me check…" He opened the herb garden interface.
"One Healing Pill requires one Healing Grass and one Healing Flower."
"They take a day to mature—not bad, since they’re just low-tier herbs." Feeling reassured, Ye Chuan bought tens of thousands of seeds and scattered them across the garden.
That should do it.
For the initial phase, Ye Chuan planned to only sell healing pills and a diluted version of the Tiger Strength Pills.
"It’d be great if there was a way to automate planting and harvesting," he mused, watching the tiny green sprouts in the garden.
After watering them, he suddenly noticed one Healing Grass glowing with a golden light.
"Oh? A rare variant?"
He tapped on the Healing Grass’s info.
[Plant: Healing Grass
Status: Seems to be developing sentience.]
"I heard cultivated immortal herbs have a small chance of gaining sentience, but I thought it was just a rumor." Ye Chuan quietly scanned his garden stats—he had invested a fortune into upgrading it.
"Not bad. Though you seem to be growing slower than your siblings," he muttered, stroking his chin.
"Maybe I should fertilize you with some of Little Black’s droppings?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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."
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, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
