As long as this woman stays here, he can receive a daily reward of two thousand yuan.
Isn’t that like a sunflower basking in endless sunlight?
In an instant, Ye Chuan’s gaze toward Bai Qianshuang changed—that was two thousand yuan a day, which would add up to sixty thousand in a month!
Even if zombies came knocking, he’d dare to tear them apart with his bare hands.
Ye Chuan couldn’t help but pull out a calculator and tap away.
“Clear.”
“Two thousand multiplied by thirty equals—sixty thousand.”
“Huh? Not bad. Sixty thousand per person, ten people would make six hundred thousand, right?” Just as Ye Chuan was happily crunching the numbers, Bai Qianshuang on the bed let out a soft whimper, her delicate, ethereal face furrowing slightly.
Thinking she was about to wake up, Ye Chuan froze when a clear tear slid from the corner of Bai Qianshuang’s eye, blooming like a plum blossom on the pillow. She murmured,
“Mother… Master…”
Then her body curled up slightly, like a helpless kitten abandoned on a street corner.
Ye Chuan’s smile stiffened for a moment before he composed himself, quietly watching the girl.
He reached out, using the clean part of a warm towel to wipe away Bai Qianshuang’s tears, then tucked her in and left the room.
Outside, the ground was a patchwork of broken cement and bricks, weeds and moss sprouting from the cracks. The damp earth gave off a musty odor—typical of an urban village alleyway where residents only bothered to patch the paths enough to make them walkable.
Ye Chuan reached the end of the alley and turned onto a sparsely populated street with scattered shops. He walked straight into a clothing store.
Inside, clothes were haphazardly piled on tables or hung on wire racks, the store’s motto clearly being “quantity over quality.”
“Well, well, what brings our little Chuan here?” An older woman approached, grinning.
“Auntie, got any cheap clothes?” Ye Chuan glanced away from the piles.
“What do you mean ‘cheap’? Nothing here’s expensive!”
“Got any women’s clothes for ten yuan?”
The auntie immediately scrunched her face in disgust. “No way, sweetheart. Ten yuan wouldn’t even cover the cost.”
“And why’s a strapping lad like you buying women’s clothes?” Then, as if struck by realization, she added,
“Oh, I get it—you’re doing that trendy cross-dressing livestream thing, huh?”
“I’m not cross-dressing. It’s for someone else,” Ye Chuan said flatly.
He’d tried it once. Made zero profit.
“What, got yourself a little girlfriend?” The auntie’s eyes sparkled with gossip. “Did Luo Xi finally take a liking to you? No way—a school beauty like her falling for you?”
Luo Xi was Ye Chuan’s childhood friend and neighbor, someone everyone on this street had watched grow up.
“Yeah, she’s not into me, so I found another pretty girl instead.”
Ye Chuan’s lazy reply made the auntie burst out laughing, slapping his shoulder hard enough to leave bruises.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, just remembered something hilarious.” She turned and rummaged through the clothes, eventually pulling out a black dress and stuffing it into a paper bag. “Ten yuan.”
“Heh.” Ye Chuan handed over the last bill in his wallet but noticed a red bag of fruits and vegetables on the table. He picked up a tomato.
“Auntie, you sell groceries now? Mind tossing in a tomato?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You think this is a buffet?!”
“Taking it anyway.”
“Go on, take an egg too.”
Satisfied, Ye Chuan left with the tomato, egg, and dress, calling over his shoulder,
“Auntie, just wait till I strike it rich.”
“Pfft, focus on graduating first.”
Inside the house, Bai Qianshuang woke to an unfamiliar ceiling and sat up.
“This isn’t the Tianxuan Continent. There’s no spiritual energy here.” She felt the near-depleted reserves of her own spiritual power, her gem-like eyes dimming with sorrow. Without her strength restored, she couldn’t avenge her mother and master.
And that man from earlier seemed eager to send her away.
Staggering to her feet, Bai Qianshuang thought,
I should leave. I can’t drag others into this.
Just as she struggled to lift her spirit sword and head for the door, a crisp click sounded—Ye Chuan walked in just in time to see her swaying unsteadily.
“Whoa, what are you doing? Get back in bed!”
“I’ve overstayed my welcome.”
“Not at all. You can stay forever—actually, that’d be perfect.” Seeing his cash cow about to collapse, Ye Chuan hurried to support her. The moment his hands touched her, she shuddered and jerked away.
“I… can manage.”
Back on the bed, Bai Qianshuang clutched her sword, studying Ye Chuan with wary confusion. “You wish for me to stay?”
He’d clearly been eager to shoo her out earlier. Why the sudden change?
Her guard shot up.
This man must want something.
“Just rest here and recover,” Ye Chuan said. “I can rent a room to you.”
Rent?
Bai Qianshuang’s voice cooled. “I’ve lost my storage pouch. I have nothing… except this sword.”
Her meaning was clear: she wouldn’t hand over her only weapon.
Ye Chuan caught her drift and scoffed. “You think I’m trying to extort you? You’ve passed out in front of me twice. If I wanted to do anything, I’d have had my way with you already.”
Bai Qianshuang blinked, not fully grasping some of his phrasing, but his point stood—if he’d wanted to act, he wouldn’t have waited. And in her current state, she was powerless.
“My apologies,” she murmured.
“Change into this first.” Ye Chuan handed her the bag. “Your clothes are torn to shreds, and walking around like that’ll just make people stare.”
Bai Qianshuang took the bag, gave him a hesitant nod, and said, “Thank you.”
Ye Chuan turned and left.
When he returned later, he found Bai Qianshuang curled under the blankets, her fair cheeks tinged pink as she stared at him with an odd expression.
“What? Doesn’t the dress fit?” Ye Chuan frowned.
“The clothes… are strange.”
“This is normal here. Your outfit’s the weird one.”
After a pause, Bai Qianshuang reluctantly pushed the covers aside.
The girl wore a black spaghetti-strap dress, her legs distractingly pale. One hand pressed nervously against the skirt, her shy, flustered gaze locking onto Ye Chuan—who froze for a second, stunned.
Wait, is this the style of the dress that auntie gave?
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.”
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."
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.
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?"
