On the other side, Ye Chuan went to bed early, completely unconcerned about how his forum post might stir up discussions. Even when he saw replies, he couldn’t be bothered to respond—after all, he never cared about others’ opinions.
The night passed uneventfully, and the next day arrived.
At five in the morning, Ye Chuan found himself awake. He glanced out the window, where the world was still shrouded in gray, the sun not yet risen. The buildings stood dark, their outlines blurred in the morning mist.
The air still carried the lingering scent of the burnt quilt from the day before, yet Ye Chuan felt refreshed, not a trace of fatigue in him.
Perhaps it was because he had begun cultivating immortality—his stamina and energy seemed to recover faster than most. Though it was just a guess, Ye Chuan felt certain this was the case.
Due to his heart condition, he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept well. His body had always carried a constant weariness.
But all of that had changed with Bai Qianshuang’s arrival.
Ye Chuan picked up his phone and saw that three thousand yuan had been deposited into his account.
"With a money tree at home, wealth is never far," he mused, unable to resist a smug remark as he watched his wallet grow steadily.
Time to check on his precious money tree—what was Bai Qianshuang up to?
He opened her activity log.
[Bai Qianshuang is attacking potato chips.]
[Bai Qianshuang is attacking mochi.]
[Bai Qianshuang is…]
Ye Chuan: "…"
Bai Qianshuang had spent the entire night munching on snacks like a little hamster. The chibi version of her hadn’t stopped until every last bite was gone. Only then did she finally pause, staring blankly at the empty snack bags as if deep in thought.
After a while, she climbed into bed and began meditating.
Seeing her somewhat dejected expression, Ye Chuan hadn’t expected the girl’s appetite to be so enormous. Just last night, he had taken her on a food tour down an entire street, and even brought home a mountain of snacks afterward.
And yet, it still wasn’t enough for her.
"Ah well, as long as you’re happy," Ye Chuan rubbed his hands together, already planning to prepare even more delicious treats for her today. If he could win her over with food, all the better.
He continued scrolling through his phone. Aside from the usual income, his adventure attempts had also refreshed.
Recalling his two previous expeditions, Ye Chuan decided to be more cautious this time—he’d play it safe for at least another round.
At the very least, he needed to bring back some useful items. A thousand yuan per attempt wasn’t something to waste carelessly.
[Landing Point: Tianxuan Continent]
[You appear in the Donghua Divine Continent of the Tianxuan Continent, within a dense forest. Before you lies a pitch-black, bottomless cave. You choose…]
[1. Explore the cave.]
[2. Leave this place.]
[3. Search the surroundings.]
Having learned from his past mistakes, Ye Chuan sensed danger lurking in the cave. After a few seconds of thought, he chose to leave.
[Shortly after you retreat from the cave, a deafening roar erupts from within, followed by a terrifying screech. Something monstrous seems to dwell inside.]
[You count yourself lucky to have escaped, but as you flee, a strong metallic scent of blood fills the air. You choose…]
[1. Investigate.]
[2. Flee in another direction.]
[3. Hide.]
Faced with these options, Ye Chuan pondered briefly before choosing to run.
If there was blood ahead, it meant more deaths. Hiding might just lead to discovery by something worse. Better to keep moving.
Run when you can, play safe when you must.
Without even reaching the Qi Refining stage, Ye Chuan knew he was nothing but cannon fodder in that world. Better to bide his time and scavenge for useful items.
[You distance yourself from the area, but along your escape route, you stumble upon several corpses. Their bodies are torn apart, blood staining the ground. You choose…]
[1. Loot the bodies.]
[2. Bury them properly.]
[3. Leave immediately.]
Looting the bodies… meaning there might be treasures to claim?
Ye Chuan’s eyes lit up. Time to scavenge.
[You choose to loot the corpses and obtain: several spirit stones, a cultivation manual, and a sword.]
[Before you can finish, an enraged voice rings out behind you—a woman’s voice: "What thief dares to disrespect the dead like this? Sword, come!"]
[Your body is torn apart by a sudden surge of sword energy, reduced to dust.]
[You have died.]
[Adventure concluded. Items retrievable: 3.]
[All items have been added to your inventory.]
"Dead again."
Ye Chuan wasn’t particularly surprised. Given how these adventures worked, even fleeing nonstop could still end in sudden death. But at least he’d managed to bring back some loot this time.
Not a total loss—far better than his previous attempts.
He opened his inventory to inspect the spoils.
[Item: Spirit Stones
Ores imbued with pure spiritual energy, serving as both currency and cultivation resources in the Tianxuan Continent.]
[Item: Donghua Sword Manual
Upon learning, grants mastery of the Donghua Sect’s foundational sword techniques.]
[Item: Green Peak Sword
A low-grade magical weapon.]
A sword?
Now this was a treasure. What’s the point of cultivating immortality if you don’t wield a sword? At the very least, he ought to learn sword flight!
Without hesitation, Ye Chuan absorbed the sword manual. The techniques within were intricate and challenging, but for him, it was as simple as clicking "confirm." The manual even included an unexpected bonus—instructions for sword flight.
Summoning the Green Peak Sword into his hand, he felt its weight—solid, with a silver-white blade and a bronze hilt.
But it was clearly inferior to Bai Qianshuang’s immortal sword. Hers glowed, radiating an ethereal aura.
"Rise," Ye Chuan commanded, channeling his spiritual energy. The Green Peak Sword wobbled unsteadily, lifting into the air—its blade tinged faintly red from his fire-attribute spiritual roots.
"Nope, not happening."
The sword quickly dropped back into his grip. Ye Chuan knew all too well that without even reaching the Qi Refining stage, controlling a flying sword was near impossible.
"Ah well, back to idle cultivation."
Time wasn’t something he lacked. His gaze then shifted to the spirit stones in his inventory.
"I’ll give these to Bai Qianshuang."
Ye Chuan didn’t need them for cultivation—his spiritual energy replenished daily, and his progress happened automatically. Better to use the stones to boost her favorability. A happy money tree meant better rewards.
But how to explain their origin?
He couldn’t just say they materialized out of nowhere.
Hmm.
Why not claim they were family heirlooms?
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
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.”
'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.
