"My pants, my pants are falling!"
"My clothes, my clothes!"
"My chest is completely exposed!!!"
"The wind is too strong!"
Ye Chuan was carrying Lin Qingyue. Unable to perform a teleportation with another person, after leaving the cave entrance, he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the Xuanjing City with her.
Lin Qingyue was held in Ye Chuan's hand, fluttering in the wind like a ragged cloth.
"Here, your daughter." Back at the old man's residence, Ye Chuan tossed the person over under the old man's astonished gaze. "Sign for it and give a good review."
"Father!" As soon as Lin Qingyue landed, without a second thought, she threw herself towards the old man.
The old man embraced his daughter, tears streaming down his face, choked up and unable to speak. After learning of his daughter's ordeal, he simply kept kowtowing to Ye Chuan.
"Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you for your life-saving grace!"
Ye Chuan merely said, "Can we discuss the shop matter now?"
"Yes! Of course!" The old man nodded hurriedly.
"If the Immortal Master likes it, I can even give you the shop!"
"Oh?" Ye Chuan wasn't the least bit polite. "Alright, consider it payment for saving your daughter."
He was, after all, a Great Power at the Dao Comprehension realm; people couldn't hire him without offering a hefty sum.
In the end, the old man was overwhelmed with gratitude, thanking him profusely.
After completing the transfer of the land deed, Ye Chuan went to the shop on the commercial street in the west of the city.
The shop was indeed as Mu Qianqian had described, built facing the street, spacious and tidy inside.
"A good spot. Setting up a business here is definitely doable." As Ye Chuan spoke, he noticed his phone vibrating—
He glanced at it and found that within the decoration function on his phone, a layout for a shop had actually appeared.
"Hmm? So, I can freely modify the layout of my own shop?"
"That's not bad."
Ye Chuan was quite familiar with using the renovation function by now.
After setting the desired layout, Ye Chuan waved his hand. The clutter inside the shop was instantly cleared away, the walls were repaired anew, the floor was paved with smooth bluestone, and a huge furnace appeared to the side.
Then, he took out a large piece of ore from his backpack. After cutting it into the shape he wanted, he traced his fingers over it. Moments later—
The seven glittering golden characters 【World's Number One Forging Master】 appeared on the ore. He hung it at the shop entrance, instantly attracting the attention of many cultivators.
World's Number One Forging Master?
What bold claims!
Ye Chuan sat on the sofa he had created through renovation, crossed his legs, and began leisurely drinking tea, waiting for customers to arrive.
He wasn't anxious at all; after all, someone would always come in to test the waters.
Plus, the foot traffic here was very high, so Ye Chuan wasn't worried about a lack of business.
Soon, a disciple wearing sect robes walked into the shop. He was a cultivator who looked to be in his twenties or thirties. As soon as he entered, he noticed Ye Chuan lounging on the sofa and that huge, exaggerated furnace.
The man observed for a moment, then spoke up.
"Boss, with a sign like that, what can you forge?"
"Anything." Ye Chuan said nonchalantly, then glanced at the other's cultivation level—just a Foundation Establishment kid.
Then Ye Chuan said, "Here, I can forge and craft any weapon or magical treasure, and I can also enhance weapons and magical treasures."
Upon hearing this, a flicker of surprise passed through the disciple's eyes. "I understand forging magical treasures, but what do you mean by 'enhance'?"
"I can unconditionally increase the power of your weapons and magical treasures." Ye Chuan said lightly.
"Unconditionally?" Hearing Ye Chuan's words, a trace of suspicion flashed in the disciple's eyes.
"Of course, for spirit stones." Ye Chuan said. "Give me spirit stones, and I can boost your magical treasure's power."
"..."
The disciple clearly didn't believe Ye Chuan's words, as he had never heard of anyone being able to unconditionally increase a magical treasure's power. However, he couldn't see through Ye Chuan's cultivation level, indicating he was certainly not some low-level cultivator.
"So, how long does it take to enhance equipment?" the disciple asked.
If Ye Chuan said it would take several days or months, he was most likely a fraud. The disciple even felt Ye Chuan might run off with the treasure.
But Ye Chuan's next sentence made the disciple's jaw drop.
"Enhancing equipment takes but a few breaths."
"That... that fast?"
"Of course. It's not a difficult task." Ye Chuan pointed to the furnace beside him. "Do you want to try? The first toss only costs one hundred spirit stones."
One hundred spirit stones?!
One hundred spirit stones wasn't a cheap amount for a Foundation Establishment cultivator either, and the disciple felt it wasn't very reliable, as he had never heard of such a thing.
But for some reason, he felt a sense of temptation in his heart and really wanted to try the effect.
"What, you don't dare?" Ye Chuan's gaze fell on the sword at the other's waist.
"If you don't dare, forget it. Take care."
"I... I dare!" Seemingly provoked by Ye Chuan's flippant words, the disciple was stunned for a moment, then strode forward and slapped his own sword onto the table in front of Ye Chuan with a thwack.
"One hundred spirit stones it is! I want to see if it's really that miraculous!"
"Fine." Ye Chuan responded lazily, then picked up the disciple's spirit sword. After all, it was just a Foundation Establishment cultivator; the weapon wasn't high-grade either, just a sword with a bit of spiritual energy.
It couldn't even be considered a spirit artifact.
Under the disciple's watchful eye, Ye Chuan tossed the sword into the furnace as if throwing away garbage.
"You... you just threw it in?!" Seeing Ye Chuan's action, the disciple immediately panicked. "It'll get damaged!"
"Quiet. Just watch." Ye Chuan didn't even lift his eyelids.
Hearing Ye Chuan's words, the man felt, for some reason, as if his own aura was being suppressed.
The furnace shook a few times, and with a whoosh, the sword was ejected, now emitting a faint white glow.
Ye Chuan glanced at its information. +1 enhancement was simple, after all, with a 100% success rate.
"Done. Your weapon has been enhanced. If you want to continue enhancing, the spirit stone cost will increase." Ye Chuan tossed the sword back to the disciple, almost burning him.
"Of course, the higher the enhancement level each time, the greater the improvement."
"You..." The disciple caught the sword, but froze upon gripping it, because he could clearly feel the weapon had become stronger.
Judging by its appearance, it only seemed to have gained a faint layer of fluorescence.
The disciple drew the sword, then exclaimed in surprise, "This..."
"This..."
"This?!" After uttering it three times, the man set aside his earlier doubts and looked at Ye Chuan again with immense respect.
"So miraculous! I can feel my weapon has become stronger!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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."
