"I still have this person's contact info," Ye Chuan remarked upon seeing Qiao Xin's photo, quickly recalling the incident from back then.
That day, he had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage using a high-voltage tower. While flying on his sword, he lost control of its power and ended up rescuing a woman on the road during the chase.
He remembered that she seemed to have been kidnapped, and there was a man who called himself Haizhu Piyan.
Later, when Luo's father was selling medicine, they coincidentally crossed paths again. But Ye Chuan had ignored her after that—once the deal was done, there was no need to stay in touch.
Ye Chuan pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts before opening Qiao Xin’s chat window. The last messages were still there—
Qiao Xin: "Want to grab coffee sometime?"
Ye Chuan: "Busy."
...
"Fate, it’s all fate," Ye Chuan mused. He never expected Wang Yanran’s friend to be this same Qiao Xin. Guess the circles of the wealthy all overlap?
"So, Ye Chuan, you know Sister Qiao?" Wang Yanran asked curiously. Qiao Xin was her friend, and she hadn’t anticipated the two of them being acquainted.
"Yeah, but it’s not important. Should we head out soon?"
"Sure."
After finishing the rest of breakfast, Ye Chuan bid Luo Xi and Qian Shuang goodbye and left the house with Wang Yanran.
In the courtyard, a big black Shiba Inu lay curled up, sleeping peacefully.
Ever since being adopted, the dog had hardly caused any trouble. Ye Chuan didn’t expect it to guard the house—just having it around provided passive stat boosts.
"I wonder when that egg in my room will hatch," Ye Chuan suddenly thought of the mysterious egg in his room.
If it hatched into something he could tame as a pet, he’d just let it hang out with Little Black.
"Ye Chuan, we can get in the car now," Wang Yanran said, starting the Maybach in the garage.
"Alright."
Settling into the back seat, he watched as Wang Yanran smoothly drove out—the ride was steady. As Ye Chuan’s chauffeur, she had honed her driving skills just to ensure his comfort.
Wang Yanran’s meticulous nature stemmed entirely from her sense of duty to her family. She knew full well that the Wang family’s current standing was entirely thanks to Ye Chuan, so she made sure to meet his every need.
Every. Single. One.
Wang Yanran was already the designated next heir to the Wang family, even skipping over her own father. Within the family, her strength was unmatched, and Old Master Wang had publicly declared her succession.
To safeguard her family’s future, she knew exactly what she had to do—and what she shouldn’t—to lead them forward.
"How’s the situation with the rifts lately?" Ye Chuan asked, scrolling through news on his tablet. Ever since the rifts were suppressed, headlines had been dominated by related topics.
Whether it was disaster relief or the awakening of superhumans, these were now the most pressing concerns for everyone.
"The number of monsters emerging from the rifts keeps increasing, but so does the strength and numbers of our superhumans," Wang Yanran explained.
"Overall, unless a rift suddenly opens in a city, we’ve got things under control."
While rift appearances were unpredictable, most of the existing ones in the country had been contained. Smaller nations that failed to manage them had already fallen, their lands overrun and turned into monster nests.
"Hm." Ye Chuan nodded, lost in thought.
The monsters might be growing stronger, but to him, it wasn’t an issue.
His own growth outpaced them.
In this world, protecting his family was his only real concern.
"We’re here," Wang Yanran announced.
The meeting spot wasn’t far—just a high-end restaurant.
After parking, she led Ye Chuan inside. "This way, Ye Chuan. Sister Qiao’s already waiting in the private room."
"Got it."
They reached the innermost room of the restaurant. Wang Yanran knocked before pushing the door open.
"Ah, Yanran! Long time no see~" A woman’s voice greeted them.
"Sister Qiao, it’s been a while," Wang Yanran replied with a smile, stepping forward to exchange a hug.
The woman inside wore a fitted blazer, a pencil skirt with sheer stockings, and had voluminous wavy hair—her figure was striking.
"Oh my god, it’s you?" Qiao Xin’s eyes widened in shock when she spotted Ye Chuan.
"No way."
She covered her mouth, as if unable to believe she was seeing him here.
She’d tried reaching out to Ye Chuan multiple times before but never got a response, eventually giving up.
Yet here he was, standing right in front of her again!
"Hey," Ye Chuan greeted casually.
"Wait, so the expert you mentioned… is him?" Qiao Xin pointed at Ye Chuan, her face lighting up as she turned to Wang Yanran.
"Yes, it’s him," Wang Yanran confirmed. She’d only ever described him as an expert to Qiao Xin—until this morning, she hadn’t even known they were acquainted.
"Please, sit!" Qiao Xin eagerly ushered them in.
The moment Ye Chuan took his seat, she leaned forward, unable to contain her excitement.
"Ye Chuan, your medicine saved my grandfather. I’ve been wanting to thank you in person for so long."
Not just the kidnapping—her grandfather’s illness had also been cured because of him.
"Just a transaction. No need for thanks," Ye Chuan said.
The medicine had a clear price tag. He didn’t expect gratitude—just payment.
But since Qiao Xin had already experienced his medicine’s effects, negotiations would be smoother.
"Since you’re familiar with my family’s medicine, I’d like to acquire one of your pharmaceutical companies to distribute it."
"Of course! No problem at all!" Qiao Xin immediately agreed, even reaching out to grasp Ye Chuan’s hand. "You can have the company—consider it a gift!"
"Anything else you need, just name it!"
Wang Yanran blinked. This… was a bit much.
"Uh, Sister Qiao, maybe calm down a little?" Wang Yanran wiped her brow with a handkerchief, though there was no sweat.
Why did it feel like her friend was about to throw herself at Ye Chuan?
This wasn’t like her.
The Qiao Xin she knew was decisive, even ruthless in business—not this flustered schoolgirl act.
"Ah, sorry. I got carried away," Qiao Xin coughed lightly, composing herself before sitting back properly.
She smiled at Ye Chuan again.
"Let’s discuss the details properly."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
