"Didn't lie to you, right?" Ye Chuan propped his chin on his hand, still looking lazy. It was only a +1 enhancement. If this guy ever tasted what +12 or above was like, he probably wouldn't be able to forget it.
"Can it be improved further?" The disciple immediately took out another hundred spirit stones, intending to continue enhancing his weapon.
Ye Chuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "The second enhancement costs one thousand spirit stones."
"One thousand?!"
"Yes, one thousand," Ye Chuan said. "The higher the level, the greater the improvement it brings, of course... the price also becomes more expensive."
"This..." The disciple showed a troubled expression. The sword in his hand wasn't even worth a thousand spirit stones.
Seeing the man's troubled look, Ye Chuan deliberately let out a light sigh.
"Fine. Since you're my first customer, I'll give you one for free."
"Really?!"
Hearing that Ye Chuan was willing to waive the cost of a thousand spirit stones, the disciple was stunned for a moment before an expression of wild joy spread across his face.
"Yes." Ye Chuan took the other's sword and tossed it back into the furnace.
After a bout of shaking, the sword was sent out again, the glow on it now noticeably brighter.
"It really did get stronger!" Gripping the sword in his hand, the disciple said excitedly.
All his initial doubts had long since vanished, and in his eyes, Ye Chuan had become a hidden master.
"Tell you what," Ye Chuan said. "Find me a few suitable customers, and I'm willing to give you another free enhancement."
"Is that true?!"
"Yes. The higher their status, the better. Not poor devils like you." After saying this, Ye Chuan waved his hand. "Take care."
Although stung a little by being called a poor devil, the thought that Ye Chuan was willing to further enhance his weapon still made the disciple excited as he stepped out of the shop.
After watching the man leave the store, Ye Chuan took out his phone, his gaze falling on the mission interface.
[Side Mission: Forging Master
Enhance 50 pieces of equipment, magical treasures, magical instruments...
Reward: +12 Enhancement Scroll, Enhancement Potion]
[Item: +12 Enhancement Scroll
Unconditionally raises one piece of equipment to +12 Enhancement Level]
[Item: Enhancement Potion
After consumption, increases enhancement success probability by 2% for the next 30 minutes.]
"Didn't expect there'd be missions to do. Not bad." Ye Chuan continued sitting on his sofa, but he felt something was missing.
It would be nice to have a girl massage his shoulders and make him some tea.
Doing business, just sitting around dryly seems rather boring.
Just as Ye Chuan was thinking this, noisy sounds came from the entrance. He looked up and saw a man with a face full of brutish flesh walking in.
After entering, the man's gaze fell on Ye Chuan. Seeing it was just a youth, he suddenly sneered.
"May I ask which one is the so-called 'Number One Forging Master Under Heaven'? What a boastful claim!"
"Me," Ye Chuan replied calmly.
"What sect are you from?" Seeing only Ye Chuan in the shop, the man asked.
"No sect, no clan," Ye Chuan looked at the man and simply asked, "What do you want?"
"Since you have no sect or clan, do you know that in the territory of Xuanjing City, doing business requires checking in with our Azure Dragon Gang?" the man said. "Do you understand the rules?"
Ye Chuan hadn't expected people collecting protection money even in a fantasy continent. He twitched the corner of his mouth as if finding it amusing. "And if I don't check in?"
Hearing this, the man grinned. "Then don't blame us for being ruthless. This swindler's shop of yours might accidentally get smashed, and even the City Lord won't be able to help you."
"I see," Ye Chuan acknowledged with an 'hmm'.
The man was about to say something more, but the next second he felt his body could no longer maintain its posture, and he thudded to the floor.
"Wha... what..." The man instinctively looked at his body and found his arms and legs had been severed!
A look of horror appeared on his face.
He was a Foundation Establishment realm expert!
"One leg left. Hop out. Don't dirty my shop. And take that 'Green Worm Gang' or whatever with you. Get lost." Ye Chuan took a sip of hot tea, speaking calmly.
"You... you you... aren't you afraid of our Azure Dragon Gang..."
Hearing this, Ye Chuan merely lifted his gaze. The man on the floor instantly exploded into a mist of blood, vanishing into the air.
"Was going to let you hop out on one leg to show those small fries," Ye Chuan sighed. "Wasted my time."
But he really did need a shop assistant. Otherwise, there was no one to clean.
Thinking this, Ye Chuan instantly teleported to the Treasure Pavilion.
At that moment, Mu Qianqian was still inside the Treasure Pavilion. Seeing Ye Chuan suddenly appear beside her, she was startled for a moment before asking,
"Immortal Ye Chuan, your spatial technique... is truly miraculous."
Witnessing Ye Chuan's soundless and traceless appearance, Mu Qianqian composed her expression and asked,
"If that shop deal didn't work out, I can help you pick another one."
"No need. I already saved that old fogey's daughter. He gave me the shop."
Mu Qianqian was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ye Chuan's efficiency to be so high.
"I came here for a few things," Ye Chuan said.
"Please, go ahead."
"My new shop is opening and I'm short on staff. Where can I get some people?"
"This... that's easy." Hearing such a simple request, Mu Qianqian said, "The Treasure Pavilion has many people. You can pick a few to take with you."
"People from the Treasure Pavilion... that works." Ye Chuan didn't seem to mind, but he seemed to notice something, his gaze falling on an object to the side.
It appeared to be a cage, covered by a red cloth, but Ye Chuan could sense the aura of a living being inside.
"What's that?"
"Immortal, inside is a medicine slave," Mu Qianqian said with a smile. Seeing Ye Chuan seemed interested, she reached out and pulled away the red cloth.
The moment the cloth was removed, Ye Chuan noticed a figure sitting quietly inside.
A little girl with pink fox ears. She was filthy all over, her clothes tattered, and her neck, wrists, and ankles were restrained by dark iron chains limiting her movement.
"A demon tribesperson?" Ye Chuan was surprised.
"This is a medicine slave from the Mystic Fox Tribe," Mu Qianqian explained. "Captured from a valley near the central region. Because the demon tribes' innate physiques are stronger than ordinary humans, they are the best for testing medicines."
As the two were talking, the fox tribe little girl also lifted her lifeless eyes. Her gaze fell on Mu Qianqian, then shifted to glance at Ye Chuan, before she silently went back to sitting there without a word.
Her body was covered in scabbed wounds, clearly from beatings and abuse.
"..." Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze.
"I'll take her."
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
