Marrow-Cleansing Pill?
Rebirth and transformation?
When Ye Chuan saw the effects of this item, his heartbeat quickened slightly. Perhaps because he had increased Bai Qianshuang's favorability, he had obtained an even rarer item—especially after reading its description...
Could his heart disease finally be cured?
Heart failure was an incurable terminal illness, only manageable with medication. But now, the effects of the Marrow-Cleansing Pill lay before him, giving him a glimpse of hope for the first time.
Just as Ye Chuan was lost in thought, Luo Xi beside him waved her slender, pale hand in front of his face. "What's up, Chuan? Why are you spacing out looking at your phone?"
Curious, she leaned in closer, only to find his phone screen displaying nothing but the home screen.
"Nothing." Ye Chuan snapped back to reality, his mind still fixated on the Marrow-Cleansing Pill in his inventory. He turned to Luo Xi and asked, "Luo Xi, when are you heading home?"
Luo Xi froze, pointing at herself in disbelief. "Wait—are you kicking me out?"
She had come over early in the morning to buy groceries and cook for him, and now, after filling his stomach, he was shooing her away without even asking if she wanted to stay for tea? The thought made her puff up her cheeks in anger. She stomped her foot.
"Jerk!"
With that, she bit down on Ye Chuan's wrist, then turned and stormed off in a huff. "Fine! I’m leaving right now! Won’t bother you two anymore!!"
"Wait—"
Before he could stop her, the sound of a door slamming echoed from nearby. Luo Xi had already dashed out. Ye Chuan looked through the window and saw the girl sprinting away, her snow-white legs moving swiftly, her high ponytail swaying in the wind.
She was in such a hurry that she even forgot her bag.
Meanwhile, Bai Qianshuang was still in the dining area, watching Luo Xi suddenly call Ye Chuan a "jerk" before running off. Confused, she tilted her head slightly. "Ye Chuan, what does 'jerk' mean? Was Miss Luo angry?"
Ye Chuan’s lips twitched. "Uh… she was complimenting me."
Bai Qianshuang nodded in understanding, then said very seriously,
"Ye Chuan, you really are a jerk. Also, thank you both for lunch."
Seeing Bai Qianshuang apply the term so readily, Ye Chuan pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly. "Go back to your room and cultivate for now. I’ll bring you some snacks later."
"I…" Bai Qianshuang initially wanted to say she didn’t need food, but then she remembered the snacks she had devoured the night before. The words died on her lips, replaced by a new phrase:
"Thank you, jerk."
Ye Chuan: "……"
Maybe he shouldn’t have taught her that. It seemed Bai Qianshuang was picking up knowledge she absolutely didn’t need.
……
After Bai Qianshuang returned to her room to cultivate, Ye Chuan hurried back to his own room to use the Marrow-Cleansing Pill—but not before sending Luo Xi a message to clear up the misunderstanding. Then, he retrieved the pill from his inventory.
It was dark gold in color, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance. Holding it between his fingers, Ye Chuan could feel his heart pounding wildly.
Without hesitation, he swallowed it.
Unlike other pills that tasted bitter, the Marrow-Cleansing Pill had a refreshing, mint-like flavor the moment it touched his tongue—followed by a strong, metallic sweetness.
Ye Chuan had expected it to taste awful, but the flavor was surprisingly tolerable, likely because his expectations had been so low.
As the medicinal energy transformed into a warm current flowing through his body, he felt his meridians and bones begin to shift. His entire body emitted cracking sounds, and the process was excruciating—every part of him ached as if his bones were being forcibly bent and twisted.
Gritting his teeth, Ye Chuan endured the pain, his face turning pale. His meridians were continuously scoured, the agony coming in relentless waves. Hours later, he finally opened his eyes, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Did it work?"
The pain had completely vanished, replaced by an indescribable lightness, as if his body had been reset to its original state.
The oppressive feeling in his chest was gone, and his breathing was smooth and effortless. Ye Chuan pressed a hand to his wrist, feeling his pulse—strong and steady. His heart was beating powerfully.
He… was healed?
His heart disease was really cured?
Before he could fully assess his condition, Ye Chuan noticed a layer of foul-smelling black sludge covering his arms and hands. When he looked down, he realized his entire body was coated in the greasy, black substance—he looked like he’d crawled out of a sewer.
"Ugh—" The stench hit him, making him gag. He immediately bolted for the bathroom.
The mirror reflected a man who looked like he’d emerged from a swamp—covered in black grime, only his teeth and eyes standing out. Ye Chuan turned on the faucet and scrubbed furiously, trying to wash off the filth.
Though the solar-heated water’s temperature was unpredictable, Ye Chuan, who had already tempered his Fire Spirit Root, barely felt it. He kept rinsing himself under the stream.
After over an hour of scrubbing, he finally rid himself of the grime, leaving the bathroom floor covered in black sludge.
Drying himself off with a towel, he suddenly noticed something and glanced at the hook where the towel hung.
After a brief comparison, he paused.
"Huh? Did I get taller?" He stepped in front of the mirror again and realized he seemed slightly taller.
His skin now had a translucent quality—healthy, rosy, and smooth like a baby’s. His eyes were bright and full of vitality.
"Did I just get handsomer?" Ye Chuan examined himself from different angles.
Nah.
He was already handsome. This was just the cherry on top.
Grabbing his phone, he checked the information displayed:
[Landlord: Ye Chuan
Status: Healthy
Skills: Eastern Swordplay, First-Class Immortal Technique…
Tenant Count:
Daily Income:
…]
[Side Quest: Defeat Huang Haotian]
Ye Chuan lowered his phone and placed a hand over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart. "It’s really healed…"
The Marrow-Cleansing Pill had done it.
He had been reborn.
After calming himself, Ye Chuan exhaled deeply and noticed the mess in the bathroom.
"Better clean this up first. And install a showerhead."
He’d also need to find Luo Xi later.
In his haste earlier, he hadn’t even put on clothes. Just as he was about to head back to his room bare-skinned, a door creaked open nearby.
Bai Qianshuang stepped out.
When their eyes met, the girl froze in place, staring at him.
"I, uh… forgot my clothes," Ye Chuan explained.
"……" Bai Qianshuang pretended she hadn’t seen anything, took a few steps back, and silently closed the door.
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.
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."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
